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The Cabin

By: Ashipreck



I wrote this after meeting a friend online. She and talked of meeting, but never actually did.

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It’s been snowing out and we had been looking for the perfect weekend to spend at your friend’s cabin in the woods. You are very close to your friend Marissa and she mentioned to you that her cabin is available most anytime...just give her some notice. You called her Friday, notice being a little short, and she had nothing planned. It was fine with her.

Fortunately, she trusted you with a key so it was just a matter of packing and quick planning. The forecast was for snow flurries at the most. The woods offered all kinds of things...pristine view near a lake, wild animals, nature at its most beautiful.

You had been at Marissa’s cabin only a couple of times and you remembered she had no phone there. You made sure you had your cell phone ready and packed. She had a fireplace but you weren’t sure what else.

It took about two hours to get there, in the middle of PA. We were both looking forward to this. You’ve had a rough week with short staff, dealing with an auditor and a shit-load of work. I’ve been getting my feet wet with a new job. We put in a tape and listened to some relaxing music on the way...holding hands. Janice’s hands are so soft...I could probably hold them forever.

We arrive at Marissa’s cabin early in the afternoon. It was kinda hard to see since it’s in the woods and it was snowing very hard. The air was very cold...as we expected. There was a lot of snow on the ground; nearly a foot. We get in and it’s very chilly but the furnace had been on. She’s got the cabin winterized and always a little ready.

There a wood-burning stove and fireplace. I prepare both while you set housekeeping a little...clothes, food and all. I took a minute from the wood at the fireplace and watch you. You have sort of a serious look on your face, especially in the kitchen organizing food and such. But you are beautiful...sexy shape and the way your hair flows with your body. You sense me watching you. You turn, pause, and we exchange loving glances...your smile is awesome.

We have a wonderful and tasty dinner with lots of pasta. I had a taste for fish (not sure if you do) and it was excellent. Your culinary artistry...well...you do have some. We’re relaxed on the couch in front of the fireplace and a CD playing in our player. We were ready to let whatever flow; just a quiet evening with no phones or any other bother. A glass of wine for each of us. It was heaven.

The fire has the cabin very, very cozy and actually hot. The glow of the fire against your face is striking. The wine has put a smile on each of us...mellow. We’re very warm; a contrast to the snow storm outside. We both remove our sweats. I notice your T-shirt underneath...just tight enough to show your beautiful breasts and obvious nipples. You decide that my rugby shirt was too much...and you pull it off. That feels better. You lean over to me with a warm kiss. I pull you closer with a tighter kiss as if to say “Thank you...you’re wonderful.” Your hand lands intentionally in my lap and you search for my cock. You start rubbing it through my pants. I pull you closer for a warm, french kiss. Our mouths are wide open and our tongues are entwined. I rub your back and work your t-shirt loose at your waste.

I lean back on the couch, laying down. You are on top in “nano seconds”. You seem to make an effort to press your chest into mine. I’ve mentioned before that I like the feeling of your soft tits against my chest. I moan a little. Your tongue is still playing with mine and we’re both beginning to drool a little. Your hand rubs my cock a little harder. I’ve got your t-shirt loose and pulled up part-way. You sit up for a sec and take your shirt off...bra still on but it is holding beautiful tits. The fire’s glow against your body is incredibly sexy. My cock grows a little harder. You take a swig of wine. You stare at me for a moment and rub your tits through your bra. You say “You’re fun to tease”. “I like being teased by you”, I reply.

You reach again for my cock, feeling it through my sweats. You smile and say “I like what I feel. It will taste perfect with the wine.” My cock grows a little harder yet. I lift up a little and you pull down my sweats. You rub a little more through my briefs and eventually pull them down far enough to play with my cock. You hold it up and stare at it. You begin licking its shaft. You kiss the head, then rub it with your tongue. You stop for a moment to take your sweat pants off. I ask you what you’re doing. You reply, “I like to play with my pussy when I suck your cock.” You left your panties on.

You lay back down, playing with my cock. You kiss and lick the head...taking it part way into your mouth. You moan rather loudly. Your other hand eases inside your panties and you play with your pussy lips. You moan a little louder. You start pumping my cock with your mouth, but very slowly. Your breathing becomes harder. You take my cock all the way in...then almost all the way out. I can tell from the shaking that your rubbing your pussy pretty hard. You take my cock in your mouth as far as you can. My God!!!! The feeling is incredible. Your tongue is dancing all over my cock.

After a few more strokes, you stop and peel off your sopping wet panties. You lay back down on top of me in 69 and say “Lick my pussy”. You spread your pussy lips with your fingers, still trying to finger fuck yourself. Your fingers are sopping with your sweetness and your pussy is very, very wet...almost dripping. You sit on my face at first, spreading your pussy lips for my tongue. I slowly being licking your clit, then playing with your pussy lips. You whisper “Oh God, you make me wet. I want your tongue where my fingers are...deep in my pussy. Tongue fuck me.”

I begin licking your pussy lips all over. You begin to squirm. You lay back down to get your mouth on my cock. “Now, fuck my mouth.” You take my cock deep in your mouth. You pump very quickly. I lick your pussy lips up and down, almost in a circular motion. You take break from my cock for some air. “Shit, that feels good”, you whisper. I reach down and around to undo your bra...let your tits go free. You’re too busy on my cock to take it off...you just leave it. I lick you a little harder, faster. Your rubbing your pussy into my face...grinding your hips. Your breathing is...uh...uh...uh...very...hard... and fast. I push my tongue into yourr pussy, trying to fuck you deep with it. I wrap my hands around your ass cheeks and pull you tight. Your hips grind faster. The juices from your pussy are flowing. Your breathing is very hard and fast. You begin sucking hard on my cock. You’ve stopped pumping but you hold my cock in your mouth and begin sucking hard. You feel a huge fucking orgasm building. You want this orgasm. You grind your hips harder, your pussy in my face. You whisper loudly “Oh God, fuck my pussy. I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming. Oh... oh... uh... UH... fuck it!!! UHHH!! Uhhh!! Oh!! Uh...MmmMM...UHHHH!!” You rub your pussy with your fingers while I lap up your juices. 

You’ve stopped grinding since you’ve been hit with exhaustion. Your breathing slows. You lay on my trying to catch your breath. My cock has begun throbbing from your sucking. You turn around for a minute and plant a deep, warm kiss on my lips. You fling your bra off onto the couch. You rub your tits gently, looking me in the eyes. You smile and say, “I want you to rub and suck these and fuck my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy.” I reply “Then, bring your beautiful body over here.”

You lay down on top of my chest. I rub your tits gently, pinching each nipple. Another warm kiss. You reach down and rub your pussy. We both smile at the sounds of your juices against your fingers. I can’t stand it another minute. You say with a smile “You can’t stand it, can you?” I nod my head to say “No”. You reach down and find my cock. You ease the head of my cock against your pussy lips...and push it in. You lift up and put a tit in my face. I take the nipple in my mouth. I grind my hips, pumping my cock into your pussy.

I bite your nipple gently. I hold your ass cheeks to pull you closer. I moan because I’m fucking a beautiful woman and I have her soft tit in my mouth. You grind your pussy onto my cock and whisper, “Oh God, I love fucking you. Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Let’s fuck all night.” I massage both your tits at once and kiss you gently. “I love fucking you. Let’s fuck until we fall asleep.” “Ok” was your whispered reply.

Your pussy is so wet around my cock, taking the whole thing in easily. I push deeper and grind harder. I feel some fire building. I can’t hold it much longer, but I love fucking you. My breathing becomes particular with an orgasm building. You can tell that I’m ready. “C’mon. Fuck me. Fill my pussy. Give me some cum.” 

“I can’t hold on. I’m ...uh...I’m ...I’m cumming!!! Oh God. Oh!! Oh!! HHHH-uhhhh!!!!!” We both grind very hard. My orgasm seems to last a little longer. You have a way of girating your hips to make me cum and cum.

We both kind of collapse in front of the fire. We fell asleep for a while. We wake up about the same time and sit against the couch watching the dim flames of the fire. I get refills of wine. We sit naked with a glow from the fire, the wine and the sex. I put on your favorite relaxing tune...and we sit...kiss and sit some more waiting for the sun to rise.

The Cabin



I drove into the driveway of my parent's house. My mother must have heard the sound of my arrival because even before I was out of the car she was at the front door waiting for me. I had barely visited the old home over the past year, and it was a sorrowful letter from mother that had given rise to my present visit. As we approached each other I could see the dark stains under mother's eyes, and neglected appearance of her clothing.

The letter had arrived some three weeks before, and it contained the news that my father had left mother. I felt the anguish in almost every line of the letter and decided that I must go home, even if only for a few days.

My parent's house was a thousand kilometres from where I now lived and worked. Following my father's example, I worked for a firm of architects and had been with them for almost a year. I had not taken any leave, so I approached the senior partner and explained the situation. He was very understanding, and after rearranging some work schedules, he suggested that I should take three weeks leave.

I rang my mother and told her I was coming home to spend time with her, but she put an alternative suggestion, we should go to "The Cabin." This was a place my parents had built a few years after they were married and was situated in the hills about two hours drive from the suburb where they lived. It was in a very isolated spot, and I was not sure if it was a good idea to go there at this time, but mother was very insistent.

As we met in the driveway she clung fiercely to me for a couple of minutes, just repeating, "Oh, David. Oh David." Once released from her embrace we stowed her gear in the car and after locking the house, we left for the hills. I had made a half way stop overnight in a motel on the journey over, so I was reasonably fresh and capable of driving without falling asleep at the wheel.

As we approached the hills, I noticed that clouds were beginning to pile up on the horizon. "It'll be a wet night," I thought. About four kilometres into the hills I turned off onto a side road cutting through a forest, and after a further fifteen minutes we came to the dirt track that led to The Cabin. We bumped along this for a while, then, crossing a ford over a stream and climbing up a low hill, we arrived.

The Cabin was built as one of those "get away from it all" places. It was of generous proportions and had been built when the "open plan" space was all the rage for homes and offices. Initially it consisted of one very large room with separate combined shower room and toilet. For sewage, this was connected to a septic tank.

The open plan had not stayed like that for long. Fairly soon a screen wall with a door was put up, and this became my parent's bedroom. I assume that they wished to perform their more intimate acts unobserved. There were three other beds, each with the foot pointing to the centre of the room. These too had been slightly de-open planned, and now had mobile screens beside them to give some degree of privacy.

There was no gas or electricity, and cooking and heating was done via a wood burning stove. Lighting was achieved by the use of pump up kerosene lamps, hurricane lamps or candles. The system usually was that the pump up lamps were used until everyone was in bed, then this was turned off and the hurricane lamp lit and left to burn all night. This enabled anyone who needed to get up to move about without tripping over things.

We unloaded our gear and supplies from the car and carried them in to the cabin. I had expected mother to use the separate bedroom, but she opted for a bed in the main room. When I questioned this she said, "I couldn't sleep in there."

I lit the wood stove and mother set about preparing a meal. I made a tour of inspection seeing if any possums or other small animals had managed to get in, and carried in more wood for the stove. The place had not been used for nearly a year, and I noted that undergrowth and a few saplings had started to appear round the cabin. This is a dangerous bush fire area, and all foliage needs to be cleared away from buildings. I listed this as a job to be done while I was there.

After our meal mother and I sat, talking by the stove while soft music played on the old radio (no television). It was a strange sort of recital by my mother, in that it was so unemotional. She simply set out what she saw as the facts.

My father ran his own architectural consultancy business and employed a few people. About a year ago, he had employed a new girl to serve as receptionist. Not long after this girl started father began to ring home with "working late at the office" messages. These got increasingly frequent until the day he came home and baldly announced, "I'm leaving you, Mary. It's no use making a fuss because I'm going now and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Mother was numb with shock, and simply stood and watched him as he packed a few things, then saying, "I'll send for the rest of my stuff," he walked out. It seems that he had found the "deep and meaningful" love of his life in the new girl, who was barely eighteen to his fifty-three.

By the time mother had finished telling the story it was time for bed. The threatened rain had arrived, together with strong gusts of wind that shook the cabin, flinging rain like pebbles against the windows. I banked up the fire with wood for the night, lit the hurricane lamp and hung it from a hook suspended from the ceiling, and extinguished the pump lamp. In the dim light mother and I went to what I suppose might be called "our booths."

The room was warm from the heat of the stove, so I did not veer from my practice of sleeping naked. I assumed without particularly thinking about it, that mother did the same, as I knew it was her habit to sleep nude as well.

I did not sleep immediately, but lay there listening to the rain beating on the roof and trying to batter its way in through the windows and the wind soughing through the treetops in the nearby forest. My thoughts went to mother and the curiously unemotional way she related the story of my father's departure. Knowing her devotion to him, and seeing the strained look on her face suggested that she had not told the full story.

I heard mother moving restlessly on the other side of the screen and a vision of her lying there, naked and restless, entered my thoughts. "He must have been mad to leave a woman like her. Loving, devoted, she had always been there to support him, and to fulfil his needs. He must be going through a late mid-life crisis to clear off with a girl almost young enough to be his grand daughter."

Mother was ten years younger than father. "He must like them young," I thought facetiously. I began to consider mother's looks. Oddly, this was not as easy as it sounds. I loved her with that love a son can have for his mother that has nothing to do with her looks. As a child I used to say to her, "You're beautiful, mummy," but the beauty I saw in her was her caring, her loving, and not simply face and figure.

I tried to focus my thoughts on her physical appearance. I had always rejoiced in the way she carried herself – so slim, straight and tall, not like some of my friends mothers, many of whom were fat or scraggily thin, walking with ponderous step or back bowed, slouching along. I was always proud to be seen with her when she occasionally met me after school, or on other occasions when we were out together.

Her hair is ash blonde and cut to shoulder length. Her eyes a fathomless dark brown that always gave me the feeling she was thinking thoughts beyond my reach. Her nose has a little bump in it about halfway down, and her mouth was wide with fairly full lips. 

One of her features I had never actually seen properly were her breasts. I had some idea about them because she always wore a two piece swimming costume when swimming They were large without being obscenely big, and the thing that struck me about them was what seemed to be their unusual firmness. Often she would wear a dress or shirt with no support for her breasts underneath, and you could see that they needed no support. She put on bras, as she said, "When I'm being respectable."

Slender without being thin, she was supported on long legs with finely defined thigh and calf muscles. I thought again, "My fool of a father left all that when scores of men would have prized her." I later learned that a week after my father departed and the word got around, her next door neighbour called and informed her that they could have "a meaningful relationship." Mother sent him scurrying back to his wife and three children.

In the midst of thinking about mother and the situation, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke some time in the night. As I came to, I tried to focus on what might have awakened me. Perhaps an extra blast from the storm still raging outside? Some falling limb in the forest? Then as my eyes focused, I saw in the dim light of the hurricane lamp, mother standing by the window staring out into the blackness and storm. She was very still, and rather than invade her reverie, I remained silent. She stood for what seemed to be a long time and I lay watching her profile in the faint light.

Eventually she moved to sit on the couch still looking out at the night, then she made her first audible sound. It was a gasping shuddering intake of breath that foreshadowed the sobs that followed. I knew the moment had come for me to intervene. This was the pent up emotion she had blocked off as she told me earlier of father's leaving.

I crossed to her and sat beside her putting my arm round her. She leaned into me putting her head on my chest and gave full vent to her grief. Between heart breaking sobs she cried out, "Oh David, David, David." My love and compassion for her brought me to tears, and I wept with her. I made no effort to stop her weeping, I let her cry herself out as I held her and stroked her face. Her anguish rivaled the storm beating against the cabin outside as she beat a hand against my chest and cried out in her tear-wracked misery. Finally, and still clinging to me and between the gasping aftermath of her emotional outpourings, she began to speak. As I had thought, she had not told me the full story. Now it began to come out in broken words, interrupted by residual sobs. "He said he had never loved me," she choked out. "He only married me because I was pregnant. Oh God, David, all the years, all the love, all the love I gave, all the fidelity, oh God, David, David, I want to die. He's taken my life away…what did I do? Tell me…what did I do not to have his love? Why couldn't he love me?" Her eyes went to their old bedroom; "We used to…to…" she looked back quickly to stare blindly out of the window again.

"David," she choked, "For me you have always been the fruit of our love. It wasn't ugly, David, I promise you. I loved him and wanted him, I gave myself to him and it was exquisite. He was the first man ever and he was so gentle, he did everything he could not to hurt me when he broke through. Why didn't he love me, David? Can't you tell me? Can't someone tell me? Why? When I knew I was pregnant, even though I was only eighteen, I was happy. I didn't even ask him to marry me; it was he who insisted. Why didn't he love me, David? I gave him a beautiful child and all the time I thought, 'This child is beautiful because of the beauty of our love.' And he never loved me. Oh dear God, he never loved me. He's broken my heart."

She clung to me now crying quietly. I had let her cry and talk to a stop. Then, for the first time I spoke. I understood the uselessness of false words of comfort, but I spoke the truth, as I believed it to be. "He loved you mother, and perhaps he is now going to find out how much he loved you and what he has thrown away." I then said words that rose up out of the depths of my childhood past. Back in those happy times, I would say to mother, "Mummy, when I grow up, I'll marry you and never leave you." Perhaps they are words that are said by many sons to their mothers in the days of childhood. Now the words came out as, "I won't leave you mother."

I hardly knew why I had said them. Compassion for this broken woman? Or more powerfully, profound love for my mother? I rose and found a towel and brought it to mother. I helped to clear the tears from her saturated face, neck and shoulders. The tears had also run down over her breasts, and looking at them, I became aware of her nakedness – and mine. We had been so caught up in the great storm of naked emotion; our physical nudity had counted for nothing.

I handed mother the towel so that she could continue to wipe herself. When she finished she dropped the towel to the floor, and leaned into me once more. Having now become conscious of our nudity and the vulnerability that this gives rise to, I also became aware of her breasts pressing against me. I tried to ignore this, but for all my effort, my penis began to stiffen. It is extremely difficult when you are with a naked, attractive woman, with her warm flesh pressing against you, to not get aroused, even if that woman is your mother.

Mother lay quietly in my arms for some minutes, staring into space and wrapped in some inner world of thought. After a while she stirred and began, "David, could you…? Would it be…possible? I mean could you bring yourself to…? I won't ever ask you again, I promise. But just this once… just tonight, my love…" She stopped speaking, unable to say what she wanted to say. I saw the soft sad look in her eyes and this nearly reduced me to tears again. 

For a few moments nothing further was said or done, then suddenly she moved to rest her head against the arm of the couch, and drew one leg up onto the seat. In the dim light, I could see her vagina. Her hands reached down to part the outer lips and reveal the inner petals and whispered. "Just for tonight, my darling, console me. Please."

I moved over on top of her, placed the head of my penis against her sex organ, and entered the warm, sweet world of her womanhood.

There was nothing wild or mad about our sexual communion. I stayed with mother for as long as I could hold back my orgasm. We spoke words of love and endearment. At times I didn't move in her at all, but simply lay quietly in her, while I stroked her face and kissed her lips, my hand gently squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Mother sighed and said over and over, "Lovely, David, lovely my darling." Once more, the thought flashed through my brain, "And my father walked out on all this?" 

I am not sure if mother had an orgasm. After about half an hour of this sweet and tender lovemaking, I could hold out no longer. As I ejaculated into her I heard mother whisper, "Oh, my love, my darling, I love you so much." Was that for me, or my father?


We did not share a bed that night, but went back to our own rather narrow single beds. In the morning, I was woken by the sound of mother singing. I found I was relaxed and at peace, which was surprising given the emotional storms of the night. The storm outside had passed and the sun shone through the trees and I heard the forest birds singing. It was strange, I seemed to see and hear things as if for the first time. 

Mother, observing I was awake, came over to the bed and smiled down at me. "Come on lazy. Breakfast. Get out of bed, we've got a lot to do today." She had on one of those shirts she wore with no bra. I could see those lovely nipples thrusting proudly against the cloth, and there flooded back to me the memory of mother and I locked together, loving each other.

I got out of bed and rather tentatively approached the table for breakfast. I was not sure what might result from our night's activities. Mother, who had gone over to the sink to get something, turned, and I got my first good look at her from a perpendicular position. I was confused. "My God," I thought, "she's radiant. Where has the woman gone who sobbed so pitifully in my arms last night?" 

Mother looked at me, smiling. "Come on, we're going out today." I didn't ask where because I was too overcome by mother's appearance. "She's relaxed and beautiful, she has the look of a woman…" I knew that look. It was the morning after a night of love look. Perhaps you know that look? It is the look of a woman, who has loved and knows she is loved, a woman who has given her body and knows that her gift has been received with tenderness and passion.

Yet our sexual coming together had been so quiet, so gentle, and to give rise to this…? I could not pursue the thought.

I finished breakfast and showered. Mother informed me that our "going out" really meant we were going for a walk through the woods. We went out into the sunshine and started down one of the trails she and I had walked many times before in the past. She took my hand and held on to it as we walked.

Out in the clean rain washed air the rest of the world seemed a million miles away. I felt I could walk forever in the company of this lovely woman whom I had difficulty identifying as my mother. If I had dreamed of a woman I would want to be with like this, she was exactly the one, the dream woman - except, she was reality.

After a couple hours wandering along through the drying forest, we came to a halt. Mother stood, leaning against a tree and I was enchanted by her loveliness set against one of nature's fairest offerings. I leaned towards her, kissing her on her lips, my hand reaching to touch her breast.

No sooner had I touched her than I pulled back. Last night she had said, "Just this once." We had not made a single mention of what had happened between us and now I was overstepping the bounds. I had been allowed just once to enter the depths of her female mystery. I, a mere man and her son, had been given that inestimable privilege. What had occurred gave me no right to invade – even violate the wonder that is mother and woman.

"Sorry mother," I said. She was smiling such a tender, loving smile. It was as if all the beauty of the word was caught up in that smile. "No darling," she said very gently, "I said I would not approach you again, I did not say you must not approach me." She slipped out of her panties and undid the front of my trousers and raised her skirt. I entered her as she stood against the tree. In the midst of nature, I was penetrating the source of my being.

That night, and every other night thereafter, we used the double bed. The ghosts had been laid for her by the new focus, not simply of her love – I had always had that – but by the new dimension that love had entered. 

We talked and talked, striving to find and reveal the truth. The truth about the feelings we had long had for each other and had hidden, not only from each other, but also from ourselves. I believe this is true for many mothers and their sons, but it is a thought, a desire, that is pushed down into the sub-conscious, there to be held prisoner, unless some traumatic event, such as my father's departure, frees it from its chains.

Our loving was the most wonderful I had ever experienced, and as the time for us to leave the cabin drew near, I knew I must fight to hold on to this love and the sexual fulfillment it gave. I loved mother and was now so obsessed with her; I could hardly leave her alone. 

Everything about her enchanted me, her lovely breasts. The faint smell of roses that came from her sweet body. The taste of her female fluids as I licked and sucked her clitoris. Her tongue running over my penis. Above all, and unlike the first time we came together, the power of her vaginal muscles to pull me into her, grasping me, and drawing out my sperm to flood her.

I had always loved mother, now I was "in love" with her. I knew she felt the same towards me. Indeed, we never seemed to tire of pouring out our love to each other. But the time was approaching when we had to decide what to do after we left the cabin. However I felt about mother I had to return to my work. I was in the very early stages of developing my career, and to mar it now might prove ruinous. The only other viable alternative was for mother to come and live with me.




The Cabin



At that time, my residence was a rather small flat and my salary wouldn't run to anything bigger. On the other hand, my father, unasked and no doubt in part to placate his conscience, had made a liberal financial arrangement with mother. So at her suggestion, she would inform my father she was vacating their house, and moving. At that time, she did not say where she was moving.

From the time of her leaving the old house and our moving in together took about a month and a half. Then began the most satisfying time in my life - a satisfaction that has continued I hasten to add. I had work I enjoyed, and I lived with a woman I loved and adored, and I knew I was loved in return.

Only one serious matter arose to make me fear I should lose mother, or, Mary as I now called her. About twelve months after leaving mother, father turned up on our doorstep. It had been easy for him to trace us and get our address. Not that we had gone out of our way to hide it anyway. We lived together quite openly and what people made of it was up to them.

The purpose of father's visit was not so much to ask, but to order Mary to return to the old home and take up life with him again. He stood in our living room and quite blatantly said, "Mary, I've come to take you home," as if he was doing her an enormous favour.

Through the architectural grapevine, I had been able to follow something of his history since leaving mother. The girl he had left her for had stayed in his life just long enough to soak him for all she could get, and then cleared off. Obviously, now he found himself on his own his thoughts turned to mother, and it was convenient to have her back in his life.

It was clear he knew nothing about the true situation between Mary and I. No doubt he thought it was just a mother housekeeping for her son. He was about to be enlightened.

At father's command to go home with him, I saw mother turn pale. "I thought, oh God, she's going to leave me and go with him." I underestimated her strength and love for me. 

She seemed to steady herself and began, "Clive, you might as well clear off now. You hurt me too deeply; you treated me too carelessly. You had all my love but did not cherish it, and you threw it back at me. I think I've forgiven you, but I could never live with you again."

She stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. Father sneered, "Decided to be the coddling mother for the rest of your life, have you?" Now mother said something that shocked me, and devastated father. "Not quite a coddling mother, Clive. David and I are lovers."

He was visibly shaken. There was silence for a moment, then he erupted. "You filthy pair. You filthy, loathsome scum." He turned on me, "You incestuous bastard. You mother fucker, I'll see that this goes all round the architectural fraternity." He moved across the room raising his fist to strike me. As he struck out I grabbed his arm and held him. "Father," I admonished, "I'm younger and stronger than you. I don't want to strike you, but if I must, I will." He backed away. 

One of the ironies of the situation was that only two days before, Mary had announced to me that our first child was on its way. I was almost on the verge of telling him this, but refrained. He had had enough shock and pain for one day, and he would no doubt soon hear about it anyway.

As he moved to leave, I said, "Father, you may spread the news around the architectural fraternity as much as you like, but how much notice do you think they'll take of a man who leaves his wife for a girl nearly young enough to be his grand daughter? And in any case, I think you'll find that we are not living in a primitive tribal society now, with its incest taboos. Mary and I are adults, and have chosen as adults how we shall live. Goodbye."

He left, and I could not but help feel a twinge of pity for him. For the sake of one crafty young gold digger, he had lost a woman of inestimable worth – lost her to his son, thank God. I turned to Mary, and saw she was crying. I went to her and put my arm round her, fearing she might still change her mind, but she said, "It's so sad. He threw away years of love for nothing. What a waste."

I smiled, and sitting beside her on the couch I said, "If it wasn't for him, we would never have met."



The Cabin



Part 1

As I drive the whining road, I admire the country side. The wind blowing through my long blonde hair as I drive with the top down. I slide in one of my favorite songs and begin to hum to the music. The words begin to flow I smile as thoughts of you, images of you come to my mind.

Turning onto the gravel drive I see the cabin. Slowing the car to a stop, I step out, raising my arms and arching my back, stretching as I look around me. Everything so green and tranquil. I smile as I see the squirrels playing in the trees, listening to the birds sing, watching the butterflies float by me.

I walk towards the cabin and onto the deck. I unlock the door opening it as it creaks. It has been too long since I have been here. I walk back to the car and gather my bags. Again, stopping to take in the beauty that surrounds me.

Opening the curtains, as I raise the windows, I smile, taking in the air deep into my lungs, I love it here. Walking to the back deck, I stand at the railing. I can hear the stream, as if the water is calling my name, I am drawn to it.

Leaving the deck, walking the narrow trail to the stream. I Look up at the trees, they seem to almost reach the sky. The over growth of bushes, their leaves, sliding across my legs. I Pause only to take in the colors of greens, blues and yellows of all the wild flowers. I stop at the end of the path. The view is breath taking. The scent of the flowers their beauty that envelop me.

I sit on the bank of the stream taking my sneakers and socks off. Dipping my toe into water testing it. I put my foot further into the water, then the other, making little ripples in the water I begin swirling my feet in a figure eight slowly. Feeling the coolness of the water and watching the ripples. I am amazed after just a few minutes how my entire being relaxes, becoming one with all the beauty here.

Standing up, I bend to roll the legs of my jeans up, cuffing them to my knees. I begin to walk slowly into the water. The water is so cool. I look up into the skies, watching an eagle soar. I smile, and look down seeing the little fishies nipping at my toes. I begin to wade a bit deeper until the water is just touching the cuffs of my jeans.

I bend over looking into the water, it is so clear. Running my fingers through the current of the stream I cup my hand and drink from it, taste the sweetness it offers to my lips. I bend down further and cupping both my hands into the water and bring it to my face. I lay my head back as I stand up and let the cool water stream down me. Feeling the coolness of it, dripping down the front of me, to the waist of my jeans. I bend again cupping the water with both hands, again bringing it to my face. Arching my back as I stand, I run my damp fingers through my hair, closing my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face. I turn and look around, smiling walking back to the bank

As I walk onto the bank, I slowly lift my tee shirt over my head and watch it as it falls by my side. I then begin to unbutton my jeans, one, two, three,, four, five buttons and siding them slowly down my hips then my thighs. I bend as I slide them down my knees, to my ankles, holding them with one hand as I walk out of them and dropping them beside me. Reaching to the front of my bra, I look around one more time to assure that I am alone. I unclasp my bra, opening it and sliding it down my shoulders and letting it fall behind me.

I walk back slowly into the water again feeling the coolness of the water as the current pushes gently through my calves, slowly above my knees and to my mid thigh. The water higher up on my thighs the water at my finger tips I walk further in the water rising higher with each step. Cupping each hand at my side I splash the water on to me, feeling the coolness trail down my neck, my breasts, the water has my nipples harden as I brush my hands down them. The water rising higher, I take both hands and dive into it. Staying as long as my breath will let me, I swim back to the surface, throwing my hair back as I emerge.

Treading the top of the water I swim slowly with the current flow. I go further down to the shallow end stand in the water mid thigh. Running my hands up through my hair brushing my hair from my face with the palms of my hand I begin wiping the droplets of water from my face.

The sun warms my cool body as I stand in the light. Taking my hands and running them down both arms starting with the shoulder down to my wrist then with the other. Running my hands back up across my stomach, across both breasts, under my neck and back through my hair. Closing my eyes, feeling nature all around me. I open my eyes, as I hear the Eagle call, again watching him soar. 

Slowly I dive back into the water, swimming back up stream, then walking out to where my clothes lay. I walk upon the the bank. I sit down, leaning back onto my elbows with one leg bent the other stretched, I lay my head back, my hair laying behind me on the grass.

Part 2

Closing my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on my body. I can feel my body tingle as the sun dries me. Droplets of water drying. I slide my hands down the front of my neck, trailing my hands down to my breasts. My breath quickens as my nipples begin to respond to my touch. Teasing my nipples, gently pulling them, slight pressure onto the tips of them, I bring both my knees up and part them. Sliding my hand down my stomach, gliding my fingers down to my clit. With my middle finger, I begin to lightly rub across it. Feeling my clit respond to my touch, I lightly tap the tip of it, and I twist my body beneath my touch. Continually teasing myself. Feeling the heat of my pussy at my finger tips, I continue to tease my nipples, pinching them, rolling my clit over and over, tightening my thighs against my hand, lifting my hips, as I glide my middle finger deep inside my pussy. Holding it deep, wiggling my finger inside me, feeling my G spot pulsing against my finger, moving my finger, curling it up inside me, stroking my spot, moans coming from me, sliding my thumb across my clit, gliding my finger in and out of me, slowly, steady deep strokes, faster and faster, stroking my spot feeling the climax building deep inside of me. My body becoming tense from the inside, and I scream as a wave of my climax flows from me. Sliding the second finger with in me, moving my fingers in and out of me, I begin rubbing across my clit with my thumb, closing my eyes tighter. Still stroking my fingers in and out of me, feeling my body tingle with each of my strokes, as my breath quickens. I begin thrusting my hips into my fingers, my head going from side to side, my moans becoming louder, and I quiver with my next wave of my climax, slowing, my body relaxes back into the bank, whimpering as my hand still rest upon my hot wet pussy. I lay there, again letting the sounds of nature surround me. I roll over on to my stomach, crossing my arms, laying the side of my face on them, and falling into a peaceful slumber.

Part 3

Sensing a presents, I open my eyes, the sun at your back, I lift my head and place my hand above my eyes. I smile, it is you. You looking down at me, you slowly kneel beside me. Taking my hand from my eyes you kiss each finger. Releasing my hand, with the back of my fingers I lightly brush them across your cheek. Without a word between us you take by face into your hands and you kiss my lips so softly.

Rolling onto my back you stand before me. I smile as I watch you unbuttoning your denim shirt, dropping it beside you. Sliding your shoes off, while you unbutton the top button of your jeans. Unzipping them and sliding them down your long legs. As I watch you, I feel the desire building inside me. You lay yourself beside me. Tracing my face with your fingertips. Brushing my hair from my face as you kiss me gently .

Rolling onto my side facing you. I prop myself on one elbow. With my other hand, I trace the tip of your chin ,across your jaw with one finger. Tracing your earlobe, sliding my finger tip behind your ear, a smile crosses your lips as I slide my fingers through your hair. Lightly brushing my fingers tips across your forehead. With one finger across each brow, down to the tip of your nose, tracing your lips. You take my hand and kiss the palm and I smile as I kiss you again.

You gently lay me onto my back tracing my face with your fingertips. Under my chin. Sliding your hand with your fingers, between my breasts, across my stomach, you lay the palm of your hand on my tummy. With the palm of your hand you slowly trail back up me. Feeling the electrifying pulses through my body. I arch my back as the moans escape me. Feeling the need of your touch. The desire within me engulfs me, I feel dizzy with the ecstasy that engulfs my entire being.

With the palm of your hand, you cup under my breast sliding across the top. I immediately respond to your touch. My nipples erect and sensitive responding. With your fingertips you make outer circles around my breast bringing them closer to my nipple with your thumb and finger, you begin to squeeze my nipple and again moaning escapes me.

Sliding your hand down my body again, your finger tips across and just below my belly button. I watch you as I see you smile, seeing the contentment in your face, you turn and look at me and kiss me again, as your hand trails up to my other breast. I slide both hands to each side of you and with my finger tips of my free hand, I run them up your spine and down again, down your hip, across your buns, and back up your back again.

You gently lay me onto my back, and slide the length of your body onto mine. Parting my legs as you lay between them. I reach for you, and you take my hand and bring it over my head, not moving it you take my other hand and with one of yours you cross them. Holding them in place with one of yours. You gently touch my face again, tracing my lips as I kiss the tips of them, you place one finger between my lips. I slowly part my lips as you gently slide your finger between them. I slide my tongue across and under it as I take it into my mouth. Slowly closing my lips around it as I gently suck your finger in and then out releasing it. You smile sliding your hand down my side and mid thigh and back again. Kissing me, feeling your passion and desire, my body responding to yours. I moan under your lips on mine.

Slowly I raise my knees, with the soles of my feet I slide them down the back of your thighs and back up again. You raise yourself upon your knees, looking down on me, sliding one finger between my breasts, down my belly, across my thigh, and both inner thighs. Parting my legs further with your legs. 

Sliding your hand between my legs, feeling the wetness of my desire. With one finger you slide it into me and my body immediately begins to quiver. Sliding it in and out of me slowly, your thumb begins to massage my clit circling and teasing me. You slide another finger into me and and I feel my body tensing against you, with your other hand you slide it back up my tummy to my breast.

As the palm of your hand cups beneath my breast, your thumb and fingers teasing my nipple as you roll my nipple between your fingers. Raising my hips higher, my head turning side to side as I moan, my body quivers. ..feeling the excitement as I cum against your fingers, putting my hand against my mouth muffling my moans. Your fingers still sliding in and out of me enhancing my orgasm.

You slide your hands to the back of my thighs, and under my bottom, pulling me to you. With one thrust you enter me fast and hard. Pausing, holding yourself there. I cry out, feeling you fill me and swell further inside me. Loving the feel of you in side me. You slowly begin to slide in and out, with a sudden thrust you go deeper. Each time, I hear my self moan almost scream YeeeeeeeeeeSSSSsssssssssss

Faster and harder you slide in and out of me. Deeper harder, faster, in and out, in and out, deeper I feel myself tightening against you again, crying out again, as I feel myself pulse against your throbbing cock. In and out, deeper, in and out, in and out.. we both moan, as we each climax together, you stop as your body quivers with mine. You gently lay upon me, your cock still inside of me.

You place both your hands under my head, cradling it in your hands. I snuggle my face into your neck. Our hearts beating against each others chest. I kiss you, wrapping my legs around you pressing you harder against me not wanting this feeling to end. Sliding my hands down your sides and back up your back and down your spine. Feeling little goose bumps as my fingers trail back up again.

Slowly you lift your body from mine sliding out of me. We lay in each others arms. Holding each other close. The sun slowly going down, dusk is near. We relax our breathing in unison, looking into each others eyes, we both smile, laugh as we pull each other closer in each others arms. Drifting off to sleep.

Part 4

Waking I smile watching you as you sleep. As the moon shines through the darkness silhouetting our bodies. I see the peacefulness in your face. In awe I take in the full length of your body. Memorizing it. Tracing the etches of you into my mind. Never wanting to forget how peaceful and content you look tonight under the stars.

As if to sense I am awake. You reach for me. I lay beside you. Listening to the rhythm of your breathing. Laying my head upon your shoulder, my hand on your chest, feeling the little hairs tickle my palm as I feel your heart beat under my hand. Your arm pulling me closer, I smile as you stir to wake.

Quietly I lay not wanting to wake you. I watch your face as you sleep. Seeing a small smile come cross your lips. I am tempted to kiss you. I wonder if you are dreaming of me. Your eyes slowly open. We smile at one another. Both laughing slightly as you draw me closer to you, kissing you, bewildered as I feel the passion rising within me from our kiss.

You begin to stand and I watch you. Stretching the length of your body. Your arms over your head. I laugh. Seeing you so comfortable with me. As we both are naked before one another and yet so comfortable with the site of each other. You bend stretching your arm, and I reach for your hand as you pull me to stand before you.

Gazing into each others eyes, feeling the hunger of our desire through them. You cup your hands under my chin with each thumb you trace my cheeks. Kissing me again. I stretch my arms and rest my hands onto the back of your neck. You draw me closer to you. Feeling the warmth of your body against mine. Breathing in the scent of your body. I close my eyes as we slowly begin to sway together. Our only music is that of nature, as if they are singing our song. Feeling your body against mine. The side of my face on your chest. Your chin resting on the top of my head. I slide my hands from your neck and circle my arms around your waist. Your hands slide down my back. I feel quivers of electricity run through me. Looking up to you. We kiss again. Deeper more passionate. The kiss of pure insatiable hunger.



The Cabin



*author's note, this story was submitted on behalf of a sexy lady who wouldn't have the courage to do it herself. *

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Me and you go out to Michigan to my Grandparents house out in the woods. B/c there isn't much room in there place we get to stay at the cabin next to them. We all talk with them getting a little drunk since my grandparents love to drink. I tell you lets go and put our stuff away. You walk out to the car ready to drive over to the cabin. I tell you to go ahead I am going to walk the path. You try to make me change my mind but know its useless and get in the car and start it up. You make it there first and wait leaning on the car watching the great view we have of the lake. After a while I come out of the woods with a smile on my face and walk up to you wrapping my arms around you and kiss you deeply. 

Like the view? I say. You nod and tell me lets put this stuff inside b/c we have a lot. So I get 2 of our bags and you get the cooler. We have bags of food in the car too b/c in the he cabin there is a kitchen and 4 bedrooms. I smiles to you as I put the food away. We light the candle in the kitchen to give us some more light since its getting a little dark. I tell you to go get some fire wood out of the pile where the car is parked. You go out and get some as I finish in the kitchen. As you come in I walk to the bedroom asking you to start a fire. You start it having a little trouble at first but get it going and stand there pleased with yourself. I come out wearing a short black nightly that shows a lot of cleavage. 

You star and get the wicked smile on your face. I look at your pants seeing the bulge and smiling. I can tell you like what you see but get that urge to ask you if you do. you nod and walk to me since I am motioning you to me with my finger. I grab you and talk you into he bedroom. I push ya onto he bed and you fall smiling. I then take off your pants and look at your wonderful cock I love so much. I get on my knees and start giving you head. I don't forget about the balls and play with them as I suck on you. As soon as I taste the precum I get up on the bed on top of you. Have you been a good boy, I ask? You nod and I slowly straddle your cock riding you as you pull that nightly off of me. 

I keep riding you for awhile and then bend down kidding your ear lobe and whispering how much I would love to feel you go deeper in me. You turn me around and start in on me as I wrap my legs around you feeling you fuck me fast and hard the way I like it. I start to hit a big orgasm and you can feel it. I look at you in your eyes and tell you I want you to cum with me. I start to scream that I am cumming and you know what to do. You cum the same time and we both claps with the orgasm. As soon as get my strength back and your asleep on the bed. I get up wash off and get dressed into my button up hip huggers with no panties and a nice long shirt and a bra. I get my shoes on and walks over to my grandparents and talk with them. You wake up not knowing where I am so you grab a beer and sits at the table. You look out eh window seeing if you can see me out there but you cant. You trust o the fire place and put more fire wood in it. The fire starts to grow and get bigger and fill the room with light. I walks back from my grandparents house and look into eh window seeing your awake. I smile and run inside. You look at me and as soon as you ask me where I was I kiss you to cut you off. I laugh knowing what you where going to say and tell you. 

You nod and I ask if your hungry. I fix you a good dinner and we both eat. I clean up eh table and look out at the lake. You come up behind me and ask what I am looking at. I ask if you think its cold. You laugh and tell me its cold now b/c its night and I must be crazy if I am going to go out swimming now. I nod and turn around jumping onto eh counter. I look t you and ask you if you can help me find some fun. You smile and grab me taking me off the counter and have me lean over the table. you unbutton the hip huggers and pull them off my nice hips. you love looking at my ass and love how its right there in front of you nice and round. 

You kiss my ass and then take your fingers and start to play with my pussy. I stay holding onto the table moaning at your touch. You get on our knees and start licking my pussy from behind. As soon as I am nice and wet you stand up and grab onto my hip then drive your cock into my pussy from behind. I grab the table and let out a short and loud moan. We fuck like that for a few and then you whisper in my ear and ask if I would do anything for you. I nod and tell you yes, anything. You then smile and tell me to cum. I work my hips with you and get on the verge of cumming and you can tell so you grab my as and fuck me harder. I cum right after that and scream in pleasure. you then slow down and ask me again if I would do anything for you. I tell you again yes. You smile and say good. You them slip your dick out of me and push your cum covered dick into my ass. I freeze since its my first and wonder why you are fucking me there. You tell me to relax as you work your way in me. 

I tell you to be careful since I am scared right now you tell me you would never hurt me and you love me so I stop saying anything about it. You make your way in and slowly start fucking my ass. You start working in on me and I start loving it after awhile. I moan and hold onto the table and you feel your about to cum from it being so tight. You keep working in on my nice and easy fucking me good but not fast and hard like I like it in my pussy. you want me to cum when you do so you start finger me and playing with my pussy. I start to move my hips feeling another coming on. You smile fucking me in the ass. We both start to pant and finally we both cum. I lay there on the table feeling sore and satisfied. you get me up and take me to bed. We lay there holding each other. I smile looking at you and you ask what. I tell you.. tomorrow is always another day of fun. We then fall asleep.



The Cabin



She rolls over in her sleep, the rumbling of the storm subconsciously bringing a subtle smile to her lips. Some storms come in waves, but this one appeared over the little cabin and seemed to hover there. The sturdy log walls don't give an inch, but the tin roof magnifies the force of the heavy rain. 

She went to sleep alone, giving up on her lover. There had only been a chance he could get away, and the storm made travel difficult. Beside the bed an unopened bottle of Merlot sits in the dim light. She decided to sleep after giving up on him, thinking rested she would resume looking in the morning. 

It was rare for her to have a night away from home. She smiled ear to ear when he sent the map with a heart hand drawn deep in the trees off the main road. She arrived just before the rain, slipped into her gown, and waited not so patiently for his arrival. 

The gown was a special touch, something from a dream. The white material was lightweight and sheer. She enjoyed the view in the mirror, spaghetti straps over the shoulders, a slight vee at the neck, and flowing down over her body to mid-calf. Staring at it on her body, she smiled thinking how he would react. Through the material, her fading tan still shows the contrast of her breasts, the darker nipples tickled by the friction of the soft cloth. There's a hint of her hair below, a fuzzy line up each hip earned out in the sun all summer. She felt a tingle deep inside because she knows he won't be able to control himself. It feels good to have that power over someone…just the way she is, she is all his dreams. 

She feels a chill in the room and reaches for the soft comforter that caressed her eyes closed an hour earlier, but her hands come back empty. She squints her eyes open, half sitting to retrieve the wrap when she sees him standing at the foot of the bed. He's clad only in briefs, his hair is dripping wet, the soft light of the fireplace reflecting on a hundred droplets over his arms and chest. She's up out of the bed in a flash, his arms slip around her, surrounding her as their lips meet in a deep slow kiss. They move together to the side of the bed, he takes her hands in his and steps back to look at her beautiful gown. She watches his eyes move over her body, how his smile widens over her breasts, how his eyebrows rise finding her bare skin peeking from below. He kisses her, and gently pushes her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. 

As if on cue, the room lights up and thunder rolls…his thumbs hook into his briefs and slip them down over his hips. She watches his cock spring forth, no longer hanging, hard and swollen it points directly to her as if begging for attention. With his hips at her eye level, he steps closer…his hands falling to her shoulders, then urging her arms to stay at her sides. She feels the heat of his hardness brushing up against her cheek, then feels his hands on her head. His fingers spreading out into her hair, holding her, caressing her, he's looking down into her eyes as her mouth falls open inviting him. With his hips stationary, he pulls her open mouth over his swollen head….she hears him moan as her wet mouth closes around the shaft….she looks up and watches his eyes close just as she feels his hips begin to move. His grip on her tightens, holding her steady as he slides the head back and forth in her wet mouth. She feels it growing harder, feels her lips tighter around him. She again finds him looking down at her beautiful face pleasing him. She feels his hands tighten in her hair, feels him pulling her closer to take more of him, even as the speed of his hips increases. The faster his body moves, the deeper he slides in her wet mouth, until her lips are just frozen around his shaft, offered as his pleasure. All at once his hands become fists, he stops and takes a deep breath, holding it….she feels him slip from her lips. His whole body tense, on the verge of loosing on control…his grip slowly loosens, and he looks down at her smiling. She leans forward and licks a drop oozing from his red and throbbing hardness. He steps back, then kneels down in front of her. With his tongue extended, he kisses her deeply. 

His arms slip around her, pulling her to the edge of the bed, feeling her legs part to either side of his torso. He feels the warmth of her body, the silky material of her gown. As he kisses her, his hands move over her back, then they slip around and cup the fullness of her breasts. He lifts and supports them, relishing the feel…rubbing his thumbs over the hard nipples…..he shifts his hands so fingers can roll the tips of her nipples, tugging softly through the material. He leans back a slightly and grabs the hem of the gown, she raises her arms and he slips it from her body. Immediately his lips attach themselves to her breasts….first one, then the other. His tongue wets them, circles the hard tip….then he sucks softly…pulling and playing with her. She smiles and savors in the pleasure of his touch, feels the needs building in her to matching his. 

His tongue meanders down her body, she feels herself fall back onto the bed as his kisses move to the top of her thigh. His hunger for her is great…..he can almost taste her sweetness. His hands urge her thighs open farther, and his lips press to her lips. He feels her whole body react, first tense with pleasure, then calm, her hips tilting up to him. Slowly his pointed tongue slips inside of her, he's not surprised to find her soaking wet…..he flicks her juices over her lips, nibbling and sucking….savoring her taste. He pushes his tongue in again, this time deeper, feeling the wetness on his lips and chin, as he stretches his tongue deep inside of her. His hands take hold of her, pulling her tight up against his mouth….she can feel his rough chin moving as his swallows her juices, milks her. Her hands fall to his head, urging him higher….He feels her body more focused, wanting the pressure, needing the wet friction. His tongue lies over her hard nub, she holds him there with her hands tight on his head. He pushes hard, rolling his tongue against her, alternating flicking over her, closing his lips around her and sucking….then finally back to pushing with his tongue in fast neverending circles. Her hips seem to move in perfect unison with is tongue, rocking steadily, then beginning to buck….she lets out a cry of his name as her thighs sandwich his head and she rolls side to side….she feels the electricity shoot through her body, feels the waves of fire, the flush of wetness….over and over until she's without breath and quivering. As the pressure of her legs ease up, his lips find her soft inner thighs, kissing her, leaving a wet trail. 

He's at once aware of the need of his own, the throbbing hardness that needs to empty in her….he has a painful smile as his cock flexes in anticipation of slipping inside of her. He kisses up her stomach as he stands at the edge of the bed….even as her breath is still short and ragged, he guides his cock to her engorged lips….he rubs the head back and forth over her slit, he feels the warmth of her orgasm. 

He leans into her, feeling her lips spreading over his head, as her knees rise to her chest. He reaches for ankles, pushing her legs higher, then pushes inside of her…..he moans involuntarily, so silky and wet, tight around his shaft. He works himself slowly inside of her, back and forth to coat his shaft with her endless fountain of sweetness. Finally he feels her accept all of him, buried in her he leans over onto her folded legs held between them….he reaches up and she feels his grasp her wrists, pinning them over her head. His hips begin to move as he grunts to her in a breathy voice…. "You are mine, I have you….I'm going to fuck you, take what is mine and fill you with my cum to mark you as mine" He accents his point with his hips, thrusting deep and hard inside of her. 

With his hips unencumbered, he moves faster…pounding home his point over and over. He rides her, his cock stretching and growing again……his head raking the walls of her sweet tunnel, then plunging deep and hard back inside of her. He feels himself loosing control, like an animal hammering fast and hard approaching a cliff at break-neck speed. All at once he's flying, he thrust up deep inside of her, spewing his thick cum, stroking through it, then again and again emptying himself with forceful spasms….he grunts her name aloud, then wallows in her, feeling her juices mixing with his, stirred by his ever slowing motion….He releases her wrists, lets her legs fall back to the sides….he leans down and kisses her….overwhelmed by how beautiful she looks. He smiles and whispers… "you are incredible…one more favor, I need to eat you, eat you NOW…while you are freshly filled and completely mine" He slips from her, and slides down to his knees, her heels rest on his shoulders, her knees falling to the sides. 

Maybe more coming...



The Cabin



Jubilee was running through the hallways of the X-Mansion. She was almost always seen in the company of Wolverine so it was not uncommon to see her heading in that direction. What was uncommon was the speed that she ran to the room of the canknuckle head. When she got there, she witnessed Logan tearing his room to shreds! 

"Wolvie! What are you doing? Stop it!" screamed Jubilee. 

Logan, however, wasn't given to reason at this point. He was tearing his furniture up with his adamantium claws with a near berserker rage that frightened Jubilee. Still, she remained there determined to calm Logan down. 

"Logan! What's wrong? Please, talk to me," Jubes said this in a softer tone of voice. This seemed to work as he calmed down and slowly sat on the floor, letting out a moan as he sat. 

"What was with you? Don't you know what this stuff cost Prof. Xaiver?" said Jubilation. Logan just looked up at her breathing heavy. 

"You know, don't you?" asked the young mutant. Logan just nodded. 

"Look Wolvie, Jean is not the only woman on planet Earth. You know she loves Cyclops. They have been in love since before me or even you joined the X-Men. You got to let her go," reasoned Jubilee. 

Logan finally managed to speak. "Well, kid. I hope you never fall in love with someone you can never have," said Logan as he walked out the room. Jubes started to follow after him but decided against it. She figured that Logan would probably want to be left alone. She knew how much he loved Jean and how much he envied Cyclops. He didn't hate Scott but Scott had the one thing that he wanted but couldn't have. Logan, a man that could tear a man to shreds, was brought down by a thing called love. 

Unknown to neither Jubes or Wolverine, Jean was nearby and heard the whole thing. The whole thing pained Jean Grey. While she will always love Scott, she couldn't deny the attraction to Logan as well. "Hell, if Scott never existed, Logan and me would probably be a couple now," said Jean in her thoughts. While she did make the commitment to Scott to marry him, she couldn't help feeling something for Logan. With the exception of Peter Parker, she has been with no one other than Scott (see my "Night With Spider-Man" story for that tale). 

LATER THAT DAY 

Jean was walking around the open courtyard at the Mansion. She was wearing a pink tank top with tan shorts, gray socks and brown hiking shoes. She was wondering about both Scott and Logan as she walked around on this warm day. It was about 78 degrees and it felt marvelous to her. Her red hair gleamed in the sunlight like fire and it also seemed to dance across her skin. She was hoping that Scott was safe as he was on a personal assignment in Alaska. "Something about 'Mr. Sinister'," thought Jean. As she walked into the woods on the estate, she felt a presence nearby. At the same time, this presence knew that someone was there. Jean turned to see the form of a short figure with wild hair, like a wolf. Ms. Grey relaxed as she knew that it was Logan. Logan was in a Los Angeles Raiders tanktop, black jean shorts that were cut off and black tennis shoes with gray trim. 

"Hey, Jeanie," greeted Wolverine. 

"Hello Logan. I overheard what you said today and I am sorry that I didn't tell you about my engagement to Scott myself. How did you hear about it?" questioned Jean. Usually, Logan was tight-lipped about things but he could never deny Jean. Logan explained that he heard from Remy and Rogue about the news. 

"Hmm, typical. Those two never could keep a secret," joked the red headed telepath. 

"Jean, I know that I can't make you change your mind and I am not going to try. But you know......" Logan's voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words to say. Jean walked up closer to him and put her finger on his lips. She nodded as if to say "I know" and smiled. She then walked away as Logan watched her walk away as if she was walking into the sunlight. 

THE NEXT DAY 

Jean was up and around. She was in a silk pink robe and was heading for the shower when she bumped into the canknuckle head. She noticed that he had on a brown leather jacket, blue jeans, boots and a flannel shirt. He also had a black leather bag over his shoulder. 

"Where are you going?" asked Jean. 

"Up to my cabin in western Ontario. Just to get away from things," told Logan. 

"Do you have any room?" said Jean. This last comment shocked Logan. 

"Jean, nothing would please me more. But what about Scott?" asked a puzzled Logan. 

"I love Scott. But, I do have feelings for you too. Soon, I will be Mrs. Scott Summers and before that happens, I want the fantasy that you and I have always wanted to come true, even if it is for a short while," told the Marvel Girl. 

"Well, I'll be in a mini-jet," said Wolverine. Jean just smiled and went to shower, dress, and pack. 

TO CANADA 

Flying overhead, Logan and Jean saw a lush forest with magnificent mountain ranges. They also saw a waterfall just behind the cabin that Logan referred to, it was beautiful. Jean, by the way, was wearing a light blue sweater with matching shorts. It was warmer than she expected it to be. The two mutants then landed in a clearing just in front of the cabin, stepped out of the mini-jet, and grabbed their things. 

Two hours later, they went mountain climbing. Before they left the cabin, they made an agreement not to use their powers unless necessary. This would make the climb more challenging. The two scaled a huge mountainside. Jean couldn't help but look out into the range and be taken by the lush sight of the forest and the sky. Logan looked down at her and could tell that she was enjoying herself. When the two reached the top, they both looked out into the open land. 

"Isn't this beautiful? One of the few places on earth that is still wild and free," said Logan. This statement took Jean by surprise. 

"Why Logan? I never took you for the perspective type," chuckled Jean. 

"Well, I can't be a mean old badger all of the time," remarked Logan, trying to sound offended but an amused tone came out instead. He then followed that up with a laugh. They then heard a screeching noise above them. They looked up and saw two eagles flying in the air. Jean then took Logan by his arm and held it as they both looked up at the two magnificent birds. 

LATER ON... 

Logan had just caught a deer for dinner for himself and Jean. As he brought the deer on his shoulders, he heard something behind the cabin. With superhuman quickness, he put the deer on the porch, tied it up, and went to the back to check it out. When he got there, he saw that it was Jean taking a shower at the waterfall. She was like nothing he had ever seen. Her hair was damp from the water as it "stuck" to her back. The curves didn't seem to end as the water seem to shine on her naked body. Logan's nature rosed at this site. He always dreamed of seeing Jean in the nude but this was nothing like his dreams at all. Her ass made an hour-glass seem flat as it was firm and "buff." Her breasts were a nice size as the nipples perked up from feeling the water on them. Logan's eyes couldn't take themselves off of her. He then "heard" something. 

"Logan. You can come in if you would like," "spoke" Jean through telepathy. This broke Logan's stare for a moment but it was an offer that he readily took her up on. He removed his clothes quickly and dove into the lake. He swam over to where she was. Playfully, Jean splashed him with the water. Logan responded in kind as they joyfully engaged in a "splashing" battle. Then, Logan came closer and grabbed her by the waist. In response, Jean touched his face and planted a wet, full french kiss on Logan. Logan accepted her advance with much pleasure. This went on for about two minutes. The two then stopped and looked into each others eyes. Jean then looked Logan down. She couldn't believe how stout and built Logan was. He was primal, to be sure, but there was something attractive about that. Something that suggested power and skill. She then gave him another kiss. 

"Race you to the cabin," she whispered. 

"You're on," said the burly Canadian. 

The two then swam back to land and ran (with towels) naked back to the cabin. 

THAT EVENING.... 

Logan and Jean were dressed and enjoying the "meal" that Logan got for them earlier. The cabin was like any typical cabin. Made of wood, had hunting momentos, a fireplace, etc. About the only thing modern that it did have was a bathroom. 

The two enjoyed the meal with some chilled red wine. Jean was surprised that Logan would have such a beverage. Logan's usual drink of choice was beer, usually Michelob or Budweiser. But, then again, this trip was full of surprises so far. 

Later, they had two sticks with marshmallows on the end of them. They took the sticks to the fire place. Logan had on a black tanktop with fade black shorts while Jean had on a New York Yankees baseball shirt with only light blue panties on underneath. They began to talk sitting in front of the fireplace. 

"Roasted marshmallows? I haven't had these since I was a kid," explained the joyful red-head. 

"They are a commonplace for me when I'm up here," said Wolverine. 

"Logan, this has been a good trip," said Jean. 

"I'm glad you feel that way darlin'," said a surprised but pleased canknuckle head. 

Jean then slid her hand on Logan's knee and it was moving up his thigh. Logan reached down and grabbed her hand. 

"Jean, you know I want this but what about your engagement to Scott? Don't you still love him?" asked Logan. 

"I do Wolverine but I anticipated that this might happen. I have taken 'personal' steps to protect myself. It is okay. I want this too," told Jean with a lustful look in her eye. 

"You know things will never be the same between us again after this," cautioned Wolverine. 

"I know but I want you as much as you want me so let's do it before it is too late," said Ms. Grey in an almost begging tone. 

"Okay, but I hope you weren't planning on doing much sleeping," said Logan. 

With that the two embraced in a deep kiss that seem to last for minutes. During that time, Jean slipped off Logan's shirt. Feeling the touch of his rippled, rugged body made her feel a rush of energy. Logan then stared at Jean's shirt. He popped out one of his claws and, with the skill of a surgeon, cut each button slowly off of her shirt. This left the shirt open showing Jean's cleavage. Jean then slipped off the shirt, revealing her bare breasts with reddish-pink nipples that were perking up. Jean was sitting naked save her panties. Logan pulled her close to him and started sucking her breasts. Jean let out a moan at the ferocity that Wolverine took her. Logan then picked Jean up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. When Logan laid her down onto the soft matress, Jean surprised him with a lunge as she deeply kissed him. The hairy man returned the embrace. 

"Darlin', you don't know what you are asking for," Logan said in a cautious but humorous way. 

Jean just smiled and said, "Do your worst." 

Logan gave her a devilish grin as he ripped off her panties and threw them to the floor. He then opened her legs and tasted her sex like an animal starving for food. Jean moaned at this action as she caressed the back of Wolvie's head. Logan was careful not to hurt Jean but was aggressive nonetheless. He alternated his eating from pussylips to clit on Jean. This action, which went on for about ten minutes, caused Jean to explode into an orgasm. Her muscles tensed as this wonderful jolt of energy just rushed through her body. 

"Stand up Logan," said Jean in a seductive but demanding tone. 

Logan did what she said as the telepath went to her knees on the floor. She then removed his shorts and stared at his manhood. It was an impressive sight. Not the biggest she had ever seen but it was big enough and it suggested power. Jean then looked at her partner, licked her lips at him and took him into her mouth. Logan let out a moan of both pleasure and shock. He never figured Jean for the "blowjob" type. 

"I didn't know you suck dick," said a surprised Wolvie. 

Jean just looked up, smiled and said, "I don't 'suck dick'. I give head very well, just ask Scott or Peter." 

"Who's Peter?" said Logan 

"I'll tell you later," said Jean as she continued this activity. She even sucked and caressed Logan's nuts. This was driving him crazy. As he felt an orgasm coming on, Jean stopped. 

"Why did you stop?" asked Logan. 

"I don't want you to cum just yet. I have something else for you to do," said Jean as she laid onto the bed on her back. She then spread her legs to show her pussy to Logan. Seeing that it was still wet, Logan knew what was up. 

"Ask and you shall receive," said Wolverine as he moved in on Jean. He took his hard cock and penetrated her with force. He then move gently as he didn't want it to be over in 2 minutes or less. Jean moved and marveled at every stroke. Her legs were wrapped around Logan's waist as he accepted every stroke of his as well as returning each movement with one of her own. Logan was moaning as much as Jean was now. After seven minutes in this position, Logan turned her over onto her side. He then reentered her with him still on his knees. He had Jean's left leg over his left shoulder as he gripped her waist and buttocks to have leverage. Jean had never been fucked like this, not by Scott nor Spider-Man!!! She loved every minute of it. 

After 5 minutes of this, both were reaching their limits. 

"I'm about to cum Jean," said Logan. 

"Give it to me. Feed it to me," whispered Jean. Logan complied as he brought his dick over to her. Jean took every ounce of it into her mouth and down her throat with drips of it reaching her chest and stomach. Both let out a sigh as they felt good. Jean wiped off the remaining cum with a towel. Logan greeted her with a kiss as both embraced each other. 

"Logan, I know that I am promised to Scott, but I will never forget this night," said Jean 

"Neither will I darlin', neither will I," said Logan. 

For the next few hours, they continued to talk and make love. Jean did tell him about Peter. To her surprise, he already knew about him being Spider-Man and after his encounter with Ms. Grey, Logan wondered if Peter was more of a man than he originally thought. "He would have to be a man to handle her," thought Logan. 

Soon, they went back to Salem, NY and back to their lives as the X-Men. The bond between them, however, would always be strong. It was proven during the ordeal when Logan had his adamantium stripped from his bones by Magneto. This incident almost costed Logan his life but the bond between him and Jean wouldn't let him die. Logan actually flatlined as his teammates tried to get him back to the Mansion for help but his will plus his connection to Jean brought him back. After this incident, Logan left the X-Men for a time but was always nearby. On the day of Scott and Jean's wedding, Logan prevented Sabretooth from turning it into a massacare when he tried to enter the Mansion. Logan made sure he never got to the gate. 

While Logan's life had taken one road and Jean's another, they will never forget the time at "The Cabin."



The Cabin



I am sitting in a small cottage in the woods that is situated beside a large lake. The setting is beautiful with the light from the moon shining on the water. However, the serenity does nothing to calm my nerves. Tonight is the night I finally meet you. We have exchanged many emails and even chatted a few times. Somehow, you have made me fall in love with you. I have never seen your face, never felt your touch, yet I know it will be magical.

I hear a car drive up the gravel path and my insides clench with anticipation. I hear the car door slam followed by the crunch of your footfalls in the gravel. Your footsteps get louder as you walk across the porch. I hear your knock on the door and my heart leaps in my chest. I cross the room and pause before I open the door. We agreed that if I change my mind I won't answer the door and you will leave no questions asked. I try to compose myself and I reach for the doorknob. Doubts scream in my head. What if you don't find me attractive? What If we don't click? My mind reels with indecision. Then I ask myself if I really want this, the answer is yes. I open the door.

My breath catches in my throat as out eyes meet. We stand there unable to move gazing into each other's eyes. I have dreamed of this moment so many times and I am not one bit disappointed. You are more handsome than I imagined. In your hands are a bottle of wine and a dozen of roses. You hold the roses out for me to take. I step forward and graze my lips over yours. I whisper thank you and back away from the door. You follow me in to the kitchen and while I put the roses in water you chill the wine.

We go into the main room where I had lit candles earlier. There is soft music playing in the background creating a romantic ambience. We decide to sit on the oversized sofa. We are like two young lovers jumping as out legs brush against one another's. We talk as if we have known each other for years. I suppose we have since we have corresponded that long. We lapse into a comfortable silence and you turn and ask me in a husky voice if I wanted to dance. We stand and put our arms around each other glorying in the feeling of our bodies pressed together. Soon we begin to sway to the music our bodies moving together perfectly. I lift my head from you shoulder and look into your beautiful eyes. In a murmur I ask you to make love to me.

You bring you lips down to mine softly at first. Then you move to deepen the kiss. You probe my lips with your tongue urging me to open them. I open my mouth and as our tongues touch a shiver runs down my spine. It is amazing, as we kiss the fears, hesitation, and doubts melt away. We kiss, our hands exploring each other bodies touching and teasing generating an intense fire that courses through our bodies. 

You take my hand and lead me to the rug that is in front of the fireplace. You gently push me down and cover my body with yours. You kiss each of my eyelids, your lips as soft as butterfly's wings. You take both of my hands and place them above my head holding them with one hand. Then you move your mouth to my neck, licking and kissing as you go. You nibble on the spot between my shoulder and neck remembering that I told you I love that. My body is on fire for you. Your fingers brush across my nipples as you unbutton my shirt with your free hand. You pinch my nipples and place your mouth over them. 

I run my hands through your hair as you flick your tongue over my already hard nipple. You are cupping my breasts and feasting on the tiny buds. My pussy is getting so wet I can feel the moisture seeping between my lips. You move down trailing kisses across my belly. You pause for a moment at my belly button and you delve your tongue inside it making me gasp in surprise at the sensation it causes.

As we lay there feeling each other my skirt has worked its way up my legs leaving my thighs bare. You reach your hands down and rub them up my smooth legs. You make a path on the inside of my thighs feeling the area where my legs reach my pussy. Your fingers lightly brush my lips causing me to shudder in anticipation. You slowly lower my silk panties and drop them on the floor beside us. I can feel your fingers spreading me revealing to you how ready I am. Your tongue lightly flicks across my clit slowly at first then increasing the speed. I am moaning loudly now and you won't stop. I begin to cum screaming out your name. You hold my hips as I begin to buck refusing to let go. Your tongue is still working its magic on me. I cum multiple times until I am so exhausted I don't think I will be able to continue our exploration of each other.

Finally you bring your cum soaked mouth to mine erasing my previous thoughts. You kiss me allowing me to taste my essence on your lips. The need to feel you inside me is overwhelming, making me beg you to make love to me. You quickly discard your clothes and lay between my legs. I can feel your cock pressing against my slit as you rock against me. Slowly you push your cock deep inside me making me cum again. 

We gaze into each other's eyes drowning in the love we find there. You move slowly inside me wanting to prolong the moment. We move together like we have known each others wants and desires forever. We belong together like this. You can feel yourself reaching your climax and quicken your thrusts. You are groaning and telling me how good it feels to be inside my cum soaked pussy. You cry out telling me you are going to cum. I need to feel your cum shooting inside of me so I beg you to give it to me, I want it so bad. Your cum fills my pussy sending me into another orgasm. We collapse in each other arms falling into a deep slumber.

We have the whole weekend and I can only imagine how wonderful it will be......



The Cabin



Picking a category for this story was very hard, so please forgive me if it isn't the same kind of lesbian story you normally see. Please remember that voting and feedback are what we armatures live for, and moving on without voting is like not clapping when someone has tried to entertain you. Be polite to me and everyone else who's trying to write here, and vote. Thank you. 

Cold wind, laced with snow, whirled around the outside of the cabin. Inside, a wood-burning stove kept it incredibly warm. It was one of the few things the petite black girl was grateful for. 

"Hush little baby, don't you cry," sang the middle-aged white woman as she dragged the brush through the black girl's hair. "You have lovely hair, Tamaqua. Lovely hair and a lovely name." 

Alyssa's squirming had no effect on the strong woman; she just kept brushing and talking as if Alyssa was cooperating. 

The cloth gag in her mouth was the most infuriating part. It was bad enough to be bound hand and foot, but only making a muffled sound when she wanted to scream was driving her crazy.

She hadn't given a damn about anything when she'd stormed off her job that morning, and cared even less when her piece of crap car died in the West Virginia hills before noon. Her entire life had turned into such total shit that she just left the damn thing and started walking into the wilderness. 

Now, naked, and being held by an equally naked madwoman, she wondered if that had been her chicken-shit way of trying to commit suicide. 

"Everything about you is lovely," she said, and kissed the top of Alyssa 's head. "I'm going to take your gag out again, and I don't want you to say any of those ugly things anymore." 

Alyssa nodded. 

"It's such a shame to have your pretty mouth gagged, but I can't have you saying ugly things," she said, tracing her fingers lightly over Alyssa 's lips. 

"I won't say anything ugly," Alyssa whispered. 

The ugly things had been words like, "kidnapping," "rape," and, "crazy bitch." But after four hours in the madwoman's clutches, Alyssa was starting to weaken.

The heater in her car didn't work right. It either poured out scalding heat, or blew cold air. The inside of her car had been an oven when the whole thing died, and she was well into the wilderness before she finally put her coat on. She'd been walking for quite some time when she realized that her trendy little coat was no match for the February mountain air. By the time she decided to go back, she was exhausted, shivering, and completely lost. She was near panic when she saw something as unexpected as it was welcome. A stout woman was sitting on a rock at the far end of a mountain meadow. 

"Hi, can you help me?" Alyssa had called out. 

"You've come," the woman had answered. "I knew you'd come." 

"I'm lost. Do you have a phone I could borrow?" Alyssa said. She thought the woman had mistaken her for someone else, and would realize her error soon enough. 

"You're not lost, Tamaqua, you're home." With that, the woman got up and wrapped her arms around Alyssa.

"Let go! Are you crazy?" Alyssa yelped. She tried to break free, but the woman was too strong. 

"I'll never let you go again, Tamaqua. I've missed you so much." 

Tears formed in the big woman's eyes, and Alyssa struggled franticly as the woman kissed her. 

"Help! Somebody help me," Alyssa cried. 

The woman had bent her backwards, and born her to the ground. Sitting on her, she grabbed each of Alyssa's wrists as she flailed.

"I'm here, Tamaqua, and I'll never let you go again. I can't live without you. I'll make you happy this time. I promise. No one will ever hurt you again. Just you and me, forever." 

Alyssa fought her, fought her every inch of the way, but the woman was so much stronger that she tied Alyssa up without hurting her once. Talking lovingly the entire time, she tied her ankles together, her hands behind her back, and when Alyssa wouldn't stop cursing her, tied a cloth gag in her mouth.

"Not much further, now," she said. She had Alyssa slung over her shoulder, and was walking through the forest as if Alyssa didn't weigh an ounce. "Are you comfortable, dear?"

Alyssa twisted and squirmed, but the woman trudged on as if she didn't notice. When Alyssa glimpsed the log cabin, panic added its strength to her struggles. 

"There, there," the woman said. 

Alyssa 's struggles had become so wild, that the woman had been forced to put her down. Undeterred, she picked Alyssa up in her arms like a baby, and brought her into the cabin as Alyssa kicked and squirmed.

"We're home," she said. 

It was one big room. A table stood to one side, with pots and pans hanging over cabinets nearby. Two worn, overstuffed chairs sat facing a wood-burning stove with bright yellow flames showing in the slots. The irregularly shaped bed was huge, with hand-sewn quilts thrown on it, and took up nearly a quarter of the room. Alyssa sank into the bed's softness when the woman gently put her down. 

"Poor thing, you look a fright. Auntie will put things right in just a shake." 

Alyssa watched with mounting horror as the woman carefully removed every stitch of clothing and neatly folded it. 

Small scars marred her body in several places, and a chill went through the black girl when she saw the placement of two gauze pads. This woman had been shot, and had fixed the wound herself. 

Her breasts were full, past their prime, but still attractive. Any softness in her breasts wasn't echoed in the rest of her body, however. Alyssa's boss paid a fortune to his fancy gym trying to get his abs to look like that, and this woman's arms and shoulders made his look like a sissy's. No wonder Alyssa couldn't fight her; she looked twice as strong as any man she'd met. 

"Let's see what we can do about you, dear," she said, and crawled onto the bed. 

Alyssa knew it was hopeless, but she couldn't let this woman strip her without putting up a fight. She might as well have saved her strength. Even though she had to untie her to get her clothes off, Alyssa's struggles were futile. 

"Pretty, but not very practical," the woman said when she took off Alyssa's shoes, and, "you should wear a heavier coat if you're going out in a storm." 

Alyssa whimpered when the woman sat her up and reached around to unhook her bra, but she just removed it without molesting her. 

"Isn't this fancy," she said, examining Alyssa's belt and the fancy hooks on her slacks. "Let's see how these work." 

The slacks had set her back a weeks pay, but she would have let them get ripped to shreds if she could have stopped this woman from pulling them down. 

All her clothes had been taken off as impersonally as if she were a Barbie Doll, but now that only her panties were left, the woman's hands were trembling as her fingers touched the hem. 

"I've missed you so much, Tamaqua," she said. There was a hitch in her voice, but her eyes never left Alyssa's panties. "You'll never know how much I've missed you." 

There was a decided sniff, and then she pulled Alyssa's panties down. 

"You've shaved," she said in a whisper. Her fingers touched the place so gently that it made Alyssa shiver. 

She stared at Alyssa's pussy for a few moments longer, and then took the panties the rest of the way off. Then she carefully folded all of Alyssa's clothes and put them in a drawer. 

Her legs were free, so Alyssa worked her way to the far side of the bed and sat on the edge. The woman glanced over, but didn't seem concerned. Alyssa stood up just as the woman closed the drawer. 

"Let's fix you up," she said, picking up a hairbrush. 

Picking her up like a child, the woman sat in one of the big chairs, holding Alyssa with her free arm and both legs. Holding her close in a loving embrace, she started slowly brushing her hair. She'd been grooming her ever since.

"I have to pee," Alyssa said. 

"Yes, of course," she said. 

She got a big blanket, wrapped it around Alyssa, and grabbed a roll of toilet paper as she carried Alyssa out the door. 

"An outhouse? Nobody has outhouses anymore."

"It's not that bad," the woman said. "You'll get used to it again in no time." 

The wind had become painfully raw, and Alyssa was thankful for the blanket. She was also amazed that the woman had not put anything on to go outside. 

While Alyssa shivered on the cold, wooden seat, the woman stood next to her, stroking her hair, totally naked.

"I can't go; it's too cold."

She tucked the blanket around Alyssa and hugged her to make her warmer. 

"I like doing this for you," the woman said as she dabbed the moisture from Alyssa 's pee. "Do you have to do the other?"

"No, I'm all right," Alyssa, said. 

"Then let's get you back in where it's warm," she said. "Then I can clean you proper." 

She used a warm, soapy rag to wash Alyssa. She started between Alyssa 's legs, taking her time, gently soaping and rinsing, inch by inch. 

"That feels nice," Alyssa said, softly. "Can't you untie my hands? It's uncomfortable like this." 

"Of course." 

She untied her wrists, but tied them again in front of her. Then she went back to washing, working up Alyssa 's belly, sides, breasts, and underarms. She never missed a spot, and didn't linger on erogenous zones any longer than the rest. The warmth, soothing voice, and gentle washing were putting Alyssa into a mesmerized state. 

"Close your eyes," the woman said, and started washing Alyssa 's face. "So beautiful," she murmured, time after time. 

Alyssa's body was in heaven, but her mind was in turmoil. Her boyfriend was a bastard, her boss an asshole, and the whole world sucked. She hated them. She hated herself. And most of all she hated her life. Now, for the first time since she was a little girl, she felt warm and protected, and it took a crazy woman to do it. She couldn't succumb to this. It was trading freedom for security, and that was slavery. This bitch thought she owned her, could do anything she wanted with her. Crazy or not, that wasn't going to happen. She'd hit her over the head with one of those pots first.

If only it didn't feel so good. If only she'd stop looking at her with those puppy-dog eyes. If only she'd stop acting like she was in love with her, for Christ's sake. 

"What's your name?" Alyssa asked. 

"I'm Aunt Joule, child. You always call me Auntie."

"That feels real nice, Auntie."

"Thank you," she sniffed. 

"Aw, for Christ's sake, don't start crying," Alyssa said. 

"I'm sorry. It's just so good to have you back. Please don't talk like that, Tamaqua. You know how much it bothers me." 

Auntie was washing her shoulders and neck, and Alyssa could feel the last of her tension easing out of her. The woman was obviously crazy, probably dangerous, but Alyssa couldn't fight the attention she was getting. Her back tingled, anticipating its turn. 

That's when she saw it. It had been on the nightstand all the time, if she'd only looked. It was a picture of a black girl with an impish grin, leaning on Auntie. 

The picture spoke volumes. Auntie had a faint smile on her face, and her head was awkwardly held, as if she wanted to be looking at the girl next to her, not the camera. The black girl looked street smart, and was obviously in charge of the relationship. She was small, like Alyssa, but a good ten years older. What had happened to their relationship? Why had that woman left? Was that what had pushed this woman over the edge?

"Take these off," Alyssa said, indicating her bonds. 

She obeyed without a word, and Alyssa stared at her until her eyes dropped. How could someone so strong look so vulnerable? 

She didn't know why she did it, perhaps she'd never know. Perhaps it was an act of pity, or maybe it was something she'd wanted to do for years and never admitted to herself. It might have been that she'd been hurt by too many people for too long, and knew that this woman worshiped the ground she walked on. Whatever it was, Alyssa reached up, took Auntie's face in her hands, and drew her down for a kiss. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Auntie kept saying, over and over. She'd broken into tears the moment their lips met, and was crying into her pillow. 

"It's okay, Auntie," Alyssa said, stroking the woman's back. 

"What you must think," Auntie said, straining to get control. "I must look a fright." 

"No, stay," Alyssa said. "Kiss me again." 

This time the kiss wasn't broken by Auntie's joy, the joy came through her lips along with a hunger long denied. It was a gentle kiss, for all its passion, and it was Alyssa's tongue that invaded Auntie's mouth. 

"I love you, Tamaqua. I love you more than life itself." 

"Shh," Alyssa said, and guided Auntie's lips to her breast. She trembled when the other woman's lips grazed her nipple, and felt an answering shiver when the woman took her nipple in her mouth. It felt good, much better than it ever had before, and her hands played with the quilt as the woman suckled. 

"The other one," Alyssa was about to say, but Auntie moved to it before the words ever left her mouth. 

Her fingers played with the neglected tit, and Alyssa felt a tightness in her belly, as if an internal string was connected from her breasts to a place much lower. She pressed down on Auntie's shoulders, coaxing her lower, to find that special spot. 

"So beautiful," Auntie murmured, kissing each rib as she moved lower. "My delicate angel," she said, raining kisses on her belly. 

"Yes," Alyssa hissed, pushing down on Auntie's head and squeezing her legs together in anticipation. "Kiss me, Auntie. Kiss me down there." 

It was too awkward the way they were, and it was almost as if Auntie feared that Alyssa would vanish in a puff of smoke, judging by the worried way she franticly arranged herself between Alyssa's legs. 

Alyssa smiled down, squeezing her own breasts, and opening her legs wide. Auntie lowered her lips, and it was like an electric shock when they touched. 

"Oh, Auntie," Alyssa moaned, her claw like fingers digging into the woman's hair. "Yes, yes, I'm anything you want me to be." 

The tongue was inside her, searching deep and exploring every fold. It licked insistently, and Alyssa could feel her anus tighten in response. She wanted to squeeze the woman's head between her legs, but she wanted to stretch them wide at the same time. She felt a warm drop fall on her skin, and knew the woman was crying, but it didn't matter, she was crying too, crying with pure pleasure. 

"Oh God," Alyssa wailed. Auntie had found her clit, and was giving it agonizing pleasure. 

The woman was still being gentle, but Alyssa couldn't be, not anymore. Her fists closed in the woman's hair, and she growled like an animal as she ground her hips into the woman's face. 

"Harder, faster," she snarled, locking her legs around her head and thrusting madly as she pulled on her hair. "Eat me, eat me you crazy bitch," she said, and cursed herself for saying it. 

Her orgasm came, but it didn't stop where it always did. It kept going, ever higher, until she thought it would kill her. She was thankful that they were in the middle of nowhere, because the screams she was making would have woke the dead. She let them out, not caring if they carried to the next state, and thrashed with total abandon. 

At the very peak, something happened. She didn't know if she'd lost countenance, or had the fabled female ejaculation, but whatever it was, it was great. She almost wanted to apologize to Auntie for her abandon, but she was too weak. 

"Thank you," Auntie was saying, bundling Alyssa up in her arms. "Thank you," she sobbed, kissing Alyssa's shoulder as she spooned up behind her. 

That's all she wanted, Alyssa thought, she doesn't even care about herself. 

Alyssa snuggled back into the woman's embrace, wondering if she was doing the right thing as the woman kept kissing her neck and hair.

"Your skin is so rich and beautiful. How could they have hated such beautiful skin?" she said, and kissed Alyssa in the middle of her back. 

Her skin? Someone hated her skin? "Who hated my skin?" she asked. 

"Don't think about them. They're all gone now. They'll never hurt anyone again." 

Alyssa 's tension was back. Whoever "they" were, Alyssa had a feeling she knew where "they'd" gone. 

"I have to use the bathroom again," she said. 

Auntie was up in a flash, bundling her up for the trip outside. 

"I can walk," Alyssa said. 

"I don't mind." 

"I'd rather walk," Alyssa insisted. 

The fur-lined boots she gave her were too big, but they were warm and comfortable on the trip to the outhouse. 

More than the winter storm chilled her when they rounded the corner of the cabin. She had seen them the last trip, but it hadn't registered. 

"Don't look at them. They'll never hurt you again," Auntie said, guiding her to the outhouse. 

They were graves, three of them in a neat line. The deepening snow accentuated them, instead of hiding them. Alyssa suddenly knew who was in those graves, and didn't know how she felt about it. 

It had been all they talked about on TV three months ago. The interracial couple that had been beaten half to death by three men, the stolen car that had been found wrecked in the mountains, and the tortured and murdered body of a black woman that they'd found nearby. 

It had always been assumed that the unidentified dead woman had stopped to help them, and they'd escaped in her car after they killed her. Alyssa saw that the story had ended far differently, and somehow more tragic. 

She was crying by the time they got back to the cabin. She knew where Auntie's lover had gone, and finally understood what had driven her mad.

"Did you send them away?" Alyssa asked. 

"Yes. They never should have done that to you," she said. 

"What did they do to me, Auntie?"

"Ugly things, ugliness and lies. They tried to tell me you'd never come back, but I knew you would."

"My name is Alyssa, Auntie, and I'll never leave you again. I promise." 



The Cabin



When certain acts are described to me it is not the same. To be able to see such wonderful, and controlled events is truly a precious endowment.

I am here to keep Mark safe. I would never allow another being to tie up or even touch my lover without knowing everything I possibly could about them. We've entered into a privileged contract with Rena, trusting her completely, and slowly learning about her Art. We understand most of what she does, but her control is amazing. We are at her cabin so she can break Mark. I am here to attend to his needs as she does this, only to help when she allows me to. This is her gift to us, and mine in return is the permanent right for her to call on my body, when she chooses. 

We called as we were leaving, so our host has plenty of time to prepare. The drive is several hours, and already I can see that Mark is nervous. He has not been able to sleep well for weeks, and that is why we are going in the first place. During a short time in the car, Mark drifts in and out of shallow sleep, his face never truly relaxing, he has been like this for too long. I called Rena to see if she had some spare time, and she told us to leave for her cabin that very same day. She understands how bad Mark can get.

Rena is waiting for us as we pull up to the front. She is wearing a loose silk shirt and tight blue-jeans. She is a gorgeous woman, her long dark hair pulled back and tied, to keep it out of her face. She makes no move to greet us yet, silently waiting for us to make the first step. I park and turn off the engine. Once Mark steps foot on her ground, he will be in her hands. This is now the time for him to speak up, if he is not ready for this visit. I can see he is weighing each option, and again looks up at Rena, before getting out of the car. 

"Amy, Mark, welcome to my home," Rena says as she kisses each of us on the cheek. Turning to him she says, "You leave the world behind, you need no words here now, Mark."

Mark nods, acknowledging her request. He will not be permitted to speak again until she allows him to. 

Rena gestures to the cabin. "Go eat and prepare yourself. I will be waiting in the room. Please take your time."

We enter the cabin using the side door, as we had be instructed the first time we came to visit. We are now accustomed to the routine that precedes meeting Rena again. Mark had insisted that I visit Rena on my own to learn and remember every instruction I was going to be given when Mark was here. I must cleanly and quickly act when told to do so, so that I don't break the mood with any clumsiness or awkward movements. 

We enter the first room. A light meal of vegetables and sandwiches have been laid out for us, along with water and clear juices. 

I know that I am able to eat now and later on during the next few days if needed, during our stay. Mark will not have that option, both for practical reasons, and to help him find his center. 

Mark waits in the middle of the room for my instructions, now in Rena's house, he no longer chooses for himself. He must wait for permission to do anything, including relieve himself.

"Sit down on the chair," I tell him. Once he is, I pick the food he is to eat and the drinks he will consume. I place everything in front of him on the table, and then begin to feed him from my own hand. He expresses nothing, however I know he hates being treated in such a manner. Only here in this place will he be forced to do this.

Once I feel he has had plenty to eat and drink I clean my hands and then his. I kneel on the floor and remove his shoes and socks. "Get up," I demand. He stands and I loosen his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. I lift his feet to remove them. I stand, and gently pull up and remove his shirt and watch. I gather up his clothes and belongings and place them in a pile on the bench off to the side of the room. I take off my clothes, folding them neatly and place them beside his. I turn around and admire him, allowing my love for him to beat wildly in my heart. I love him more than anyone could ever imagine. "Are you ready?" I ask.

Mark nods once, in agreement. Now we truely begin his journey.

"Lay down there," I say and point to the large towels that were set out on the floor. Mark moves to the towels and lays down. After he is situated, I go to the bathroom and collect everything I need for his enema. I fill the bag with tepid water and carefully add the measured salts that have been arranged. I bring it back into the room and hook it on the stand. "Ready?" I ask.

Again Mark nods, and rolls over to his side, drawing up his knees. I add a little lubricant to my finger and gently rub it over his anus. Greasing the nozzle, I insert it gently into him and slowly release the valve. I caress his hip to reassure him. He exhales as the water starts to run into him. I watch his face for any discomfort because that is not the point of this exercise. Due to the size of the bag, cramping is expected. After a few minutes I can see his mouth starting to tighten. "Cramp?" I ask.

Mark nods. I slow the flow of water a little and rub his stomach gently in wide soothing circles, watching him, and seeing the tightness ease. "Good Mark. Almost there."

Once the bag empties, I slowly withdraw the nozzle. Mark clamps down to hold the water in. I rub his stomach for a few moments before giving him my hand. "Okay, get up." I help ease him up carefully, and help him into the bathroom where he relieves himself. I wipe him off and make him stand and then hold his penis while he urinates. 

I point to the shower stool and he sits down. I turn on the water and rinse him off, then carefully soap up and scrub every inch of him. The soap's herbal mixture smells slightly odd, but is great for cleaning and used to soothe.

I rinse Mark again, and then wet his hair, shampooing it and rinsing it well. I clip and clean under his nails, and then wipe out his ears. I wrap him on a nice big towel and make him wait on a chair while I shower myself. I wash just as thoroughly, but slightly faster. I dry myself and then him. The bathroom is kept warm and there is never a chill in the air. For the rest of our visit here, we will both be naked.

I brush his hair and apply a fine oil to his skin. His eyes follow me, he trusts me, if he did not we could not do this. Our visit to this place is not about sex, although it does have it's erotic aspects. The visit is about regaining himself, the sexual relief is nowhere near enough for that.

I guide Mark into the next room and make him bend over the bed. I pick up a small bottle of lubricant and apply it to my fingers. I work it into him and rub the small of his back to reassure him. I pick up the plug Rena has chosen and grease the tip and sides. This time she has chosen a thicker one, and Mark hisses as I ease it into him. 

I tell him to stand, and I kiss his cheek. "Are you okay?" I ask gently.

This is absolutely his last chance to change his mind. His fear and apprehension is greatest at this time. I can see he is fighting his fears by the way his jaw is set. I wait until he nods once again, and I take his hand. I lead him through a different door, and into the room we will be spending most of our time.

The room is windowless, and lit by soft lights on the walls. The floors are polished wood, easily cleaned of blood and other fluids. Everything is well made and expensive, but Rena only keeps the best. There are two comfortable leather chairs set aside from the main equipment, where only she and I have the option of sitting. 

Rena is sitting in one of the chairs, waiting as she had said she would. She is now dressed in black clothes, plain looking, easily cleaned, and very comfortable. She stands and walks to greet us as we walk through the doorway.

"He is prepared," I say and step back. 

Rena holds out a collar to Mark's Lips and he gently kisses it before she buckles it around his neck. The black color greatly contrasting his light skin. She then holds out leather manacles and he holds out his wrists, waiting to be bound. 

Once she has secured the leather, she steps back and Mark gracefully kneels and kisses her shoe. Rena guides him back up and kisses him on the cheek before taking him to the frame.

There is a chain hanging from a pulley at the top of the frame. It attaches to the wrist manacles to haul Mark's arms over his head until his chest is taught. There is no means for his to escape, no safety releases and no safe words to be used. He cannot get free unless released by one of us. The chain is pulled tight and locked. I spread his legs and attach his legs and ankles to the side poles. He is now completely vulnerable and open to whatever Rena decides to do to him. Once he is secured I step back. 

Rena nods approvingly at me and steps forward, she now has a gag in her hand. He had asked her to use the gag during the phone call before driving here. At that point I began to understand how bad things had gotten. 

"Open," Rena said and slides the dildo gag into his mouth. The gag is a sign that Mark needs more from Rena than usual, and that this session will be more intense for all of us. 

Rena fastens the gag straps and stands back to admire Mark's naked body. She runs her fingertips down his chest and across his hips. She runs them across his nipples and holds her hand out to me. I place the nipples clams in her hand, and step back. 

Rena teases the nipple, then pinches the aureole before suddenly attaching the clamp. Mark whimpers and bites down harder on the gag. The second clamp is attached with no reaction. Rena tugs on the clamps with her fingers and this makes him buck and grimace, but he stays silent.

"Good."

Rena nods at me. It is now my job to get Mark hard. I brace my hands on his thighs and take him into my mouth, rolling his silky skin back with my lips and tongue. I suckle on his slit. I do this out of love and pleasure. I can never get enough of the taste of him. I feel him begin to respond to my touch. I have had a long time to remember what technique he likes. I enjoy the feeling of him growing hard in my mouth and reluctantly let him go when he's fully erect.

"Mistress," I say to let Mark know I am done, then stand and move back out of Rena's way. She takes his hard cock in one hand, and they look into each other's eyes. She's ascending and he's staring back proudly, defiantly, without flinching. She smiles and attaches cock and ball rings to him. She then attaches a thin leather strap to his cock. At the tip of it there is a small ring. She fastens a small but strong chain through the rings of the nipple clamps and down to the ring of the leather strap on his cock, and back up to complete the circle. Now every time Mark moves too far the chain pulls on the clamps attached to his nipples. And this is just the beginning.

Rena walks around my lover, checking the bonds, tugging at the butt plug a little and nodding in approvement at how snug it is. The slow pace is designed to build up apprehension, and it's working. She walks behind him so that he can't see her signal to me to remove the plug and replace it with a larger one. 

She hands me a tube of lubricant, this one is laced with capasicin, a very potent irritant. I gently work the smaller plug out and smear the capsacin on the larger one. She nods and I hand the plug to Rena. She thrusts it into Mark in a single movement, giving him no time to adjust. He grimaces behind the gag and moans as he feels the heat from the lube. 

Still standing behind Mark, Rena slaps his ass a few times, then his back and his upper thighs. She then points to the flogger which I hand her, and step back. Mark yelps when she first strikes his ass. She then keeps up a steady rhythm, reddening his ass and the backs of his legs. 

She points to the small fridge, and I retrieve the container inside. Once she stops, Mark jerks as the ice touches his hot flesh. This is not to soothe, but to startle and sting.

Next comes the riding crop. Angry welts stand up on Mark's skin, across and down his back and down the crack of his ass. Rena moves slowly around his body, to strike the flesh across his chest and inner thighs. He makes no sound but his eyes are closed tightly. Rena realizes she will have quite a job to do to break through that impressive control. The only area she avoids now is his genitals. That will come later.

Rena lays the crop down and we both see that Mark's chest is heaving and he is sweating heavily. She again plays with the nipple clamps and I slowly turn the plug to activate the lube again, giving him a slight break but not allowing him to come down.

I can see that Mark is no where near his breaking point, but we are both looking for signs of serious injury or agony.

I can see that Rena is trying to decide which item to use on Mark next. She chooses the cane. This is the part I dislike. I realize that she has years of training and is controlled, but there is always a threat of serious injury.

I move back a bit more and watch Rena strike Mark with the cane. His scream is muffled by the gag. She hits him a few more times, the last strike, getting no response.

Rena walks around Mark. His eyes are closed tightly and his body is shaking. She unfastens the gag straps and looks at it. We can both clearly see the teeth marks he has left on the gag. "Well, this is no good anymore. Looks like you have been hiding behind this gag too long today," she says. She places the gag on the desk and I hand her the whip.

Rena carefully looks over the end of the whip, making sure it isn't frayed or damaged in anyway. She takes a few extra steps back and I retreat to the other side of the room, so I don't break her concentration. She lets the whip strike Marks ass. He screams. His whole body trembles. She strikes him again, and we both see his body go limp. She keeps striking him until his body shakes uncontrollably. His screams die, and I quickly take my place at his side. 

Rena retrieves a small bottle and cotton, and places it on the desk. As she returns she twists the giant plug, again activating the lubricant. Mark barely moves, he is too tired to feel much pain. She and I remove his bindings and I lead him to the bathroom. I hold his penis and allow him to urinate. I make sure not to jingle the chain too much, but he doesn't notice. I clean him up, wash my hands, and bring him back into the room. 

Rena can see that the chain isn't tight enough. She nods at me and I reattach Mark to the poles. Rena stands in front of him and removes the nipple clams. As she does this Mark whimpers. He knows this will be quick but painful. She reattaches each clap, and Mark grinds his teeth, trying not to let out his screams. She then makes sure the chain is tight and steps back. We can both see that Mark is very tired, close to breaking. 

Rena steps back and picks up the bottle. She hands me the cotton balls. She slowly pours alcohol across Mark's back and down his ass. He jumps, shaking all the chains that are attached to him, he cries out in pain. Rena makes sure I rub the alcohol into his cuts. She watches me carefully, and nods in approvement.

She has picked up something else. Hot wax. She has had it across the room plugged into a machine, keeping the heat just under an unsafe level. I know this is going to hurt like hell. She tried it on me once, and only once. 

Rena comes to stand in front of Mark, looking him in the eyes. She smiles. He still won't give into her. She slowly pours the entire container over his body. On his chest and over his crotch. Mark screams and screams and screams. Once she is done, I do my job and rubs ice over the wax, making it cool, so it can be pealed off. Mark moans and I see tears flowing from his eyes, and it doesn't stop. His body jerks and he continues to cry, finally reaching his limit. Rena and I quickly remove the wax and completely unbind him. 

Mark staggers slightly but is able to stay on his feet. Rena stands in front of him, silently. He returns to his knees, and again kisses her shoe. He stays in that position for a moment and I wonder if he's passed out. He sits back and slowly stands on his own. Once he is in a standing position and his back is straight, Rena softly kisses his cheek and removes the collar around his neck. He is now free to speak.

Rena turns to me and says, "Clean him, give him water, and put him to bed." 

"Yes, Mistress," I say and guide Mark to the bathroom. I clean him off and give him a bit to drink, knowing too much will make him cramp. Once he's done I lead him, still naked to the bedroom. There I guide him into bed where I cover him in silk sheets and blindfold him. Once he is settled I say "I love you," and place the earphones on him. He is now sensory deprived. I gently kiss him on the lips and forehead before I leave the room to allow him to think. 

I clean up, and join Rena in the kitchen where we always meet after a session. "Do you think he'll be Okay now?" I ask Rena, who's sitting across the table from me. 

"Yes, I think he'll be fine. Just don't allow him to get this bad next time," She says.

"Yes, I know, but it's so hard to make him face that he IS getting so bad," I said to her.

"Next time, you tell him, and I'll tell him a little later, that he is never to get that bad again. If for some reason he does get that bad, you call me, and I'll come to you, as a surprise," she said. A twinkle in her eyes told me she was very serious.

"I'll be sure to do that Rena," I said and stood up. "I know you are ready to take some rest yourself, so I will relax in the living room if you don't mind."

"Okay hunny," She said and stood up. "I'll give you a call in a few days to see how things are and to make our own arrangements." She gave me a hug and I thanked her. She kissed my cheek, and stated, "Love, the next time we meet, I will be able to speak with him, and *BE* with you. Take care Amy."

Rena walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, to her own bedroom. I wanted to go with her but I knew what was expected of me now. 

I waited by the tv, watching the monitor. I watch Mark. Waiting for him to turn over onto his side. Once he was on his side, I was able to reenter the room. It took Mark several hours, and many chapters in my book, before turning onto his side.

Finally I joined him in the bedroom. He was close to falling asleep. I removed the blindfold, and the earplugs and waited for him to speak. "Can we leave now?" He asked.

"Yes," I said. "Whenever you wish. I spoke to Rena and she will be calling in a few days." I told him this, but he already knew it to be true. 

He stood up, still wobbly, and went into the bathroom, and closed the door. I stayed on the bed, resting my back and my mind. I could hear him running a shower. 

His hand on my shoulder startled me awake. "Shhh, it's ok Amy," he said and gently helped me to sit up. "Ready to go?" He asked.

I sat up," Yep, lets go," I said and stood up. He was already dressed and had my clothes with him. We drove off about 5 minutes later. The ride home that night was quiet, but both of us were feeling better about everything. We knew eventually we'd be heading up to Rena's again, but next time it wouldn't be so bad. At least, I hoped it wouldn't be.



The Cabin



My thanks to Mike Black for his editing skills

Our first night together we stayed in a beautiful cabin on the shore of a peaceful private lake. The cabin was built of limestone, with a rustic wooden porch that wrapped around it. The interior walls were wood plank with a tall open-beam ceiling and a massive fireplace that took up one end of the main room. The decor was simple, yet elegant. A mix of contemporary Texas and rustic Rocky Mountain flavors. It was a beautiful and comfortable setting. 

We had met nine months earlier on the internet. There was no pretense for our relationship, it was all about sex, started that way, and stayed that way. But from the very beginning, we knew there was something special about this cyber relationship. Everything we typed just flowed together seamlessly. Our cyber scenarios seemed so real, our orgasms were real as well, masturbating with each other as we wrote, truly cumming together. We would make the exact comment at exactly the same time, we would finish each others statements as we grew to know each other so intuitively. It became nearly painful to part from each other, to log off. We knew we’d have to meet. 

We had spoken on the phone numerous times, just increasing our desires for each other. Our voices, so soft and sexy, not wanting to be overheard, our breathing heavy as we pushed each others’ buttons, and then the sounds of sexual gratification, as we shared so intimately with each other so many times, all added up to this meeting. 

He was finally able to come to the states for a business venture, which only lasted a week, but was able to get a second week, without too many questions asked, so it worked out beautifully. And I made all the arrangements, flying in ahead of him to get it all finalized and ready. 

When I arrived I took advantage of the time, lighting candles and slipping into my slinkiest sundress, thong, and sandals. I was a pretty attractive woman, fair and lean, short blonde hair, and a bright and compelling smile. I dabbed on a light sexy scent and turned on some classic slow jazz. Within minutes his cab pulled up and I watched him emerge. He was a strikingly handsome man, so tall and athletic. His face had a Greek flavor, yet less Mediterranean. His demeanor was cool, suave and kind. As he neared the door, I opened it. Our eyes met and the world stopped moving. He dropped his bags and we rushed into each others arms. We had scarce grazed the threshold before we were peeling clothing and groping, as though teenagers again, desperate, afraid it would all be a dream and end suddenly. We made it as far as the great room before he lay me down on the floor. He was over me in a second, holding me, entering me, filling me. We made love fo! r hours, eventually moving to the couch, then the dining room, then the porch. Neither of us had ever tried so many positions or angles, but we were so horny for each other, it all just flowed naturally. 

We spent the entire week together, in and around the beautiful cabin. We made love along the shores of the lake, in the woods, and in the water. Late one evening, a most memorable night, we were naked on the shore, perched atop a boulder making more passionate love, and as the intensity increased, we both began laughing uncontrollably! I’m not sure what triggered it, but it completely overtook us and as we laughed, we climaxed together, increasing the strength of the bond already there. It was a wonderful emotion -total joy mixed with complete lusty satisfaction! 

Another time, one warm afternoon, while walking in the woods, it started raining. We ran back toward the cabin, but about halfway there, I stopped and called to him. I stood there looking at him, rain pouring down, soaking me and my clothes. Without a word, he walked back to me and took me in his arms. We embraced and kissed passionately. Our animal lusts took over and we began groping each other, ripping the others’ clothes off, tearing at them. He laid me back in the soft grass, and started rubbing all over me, his mouth never leaving mine. He pushed his hand between my legs, roughly spreading them, groping my pussy, manhandling me in a way that drove me wild! He moved between my legs and with one great thrust, entered me, making me scream out his name! It was so animalistic, so natural -so hot! The rain beating down on us, rolling in the wet grass, we fucked hard and desperately. 

We made love in the most natural setting, it was so freeing.! He filled me with his hard cock, pistoning in and out of me, both of us moaning and groaning. He then sat up pulling me with him, perching me in his lap, lifting and lowering me onto his shaft. I was wild with lust for him. My heavy tits bounced against his chest, my ass jiggled as I slammed down onto his hard thick pole. Then I pushed him onto his back, and pushed his arms up above his head, holding them there, leaning all my weight into them. I slammed my ass down onto his pelvis, feeling his cock deeper than ever before, rotating my hips, feeling his cock in every secret place in me. My clit was incredibly stimulated as I rose and fell onto his hard shaft. My tits swayed in his face and he took a nipple into his mouth, biting it, pulling it, sucking it so hard. I rocked onto his thick veiny prick for a good long while, reveling in the moans from us both. 

Then I began to feel his cock tighten in my pussy, swelling even larger than it was, and as I reached back, rubbing his b! alls, I felt how tight they were! Combined with his groaning, it sent me right over the edge!! I came hard and fast, screaming out his name, triggering his own Olympic orgasm, both of us writhing on the wet grass, grunting and groaning and fucking with our last bit of energy. He pulled me into his arms and caressed me, moving the wet strands of hair out of my face, holding me and telling me what a sexy woman I was. We gathered our clothes and laughed and played all the way back to the cabin, naked and happy. It was bliss! 

Our week had been a wonderful time for us both. It ended too quickly, but we knew it would. We kissed and cried together, holding each other so tightly, hoping it could last, knowing it wouldn’t. I waved goodbye to him all the way to the main road, tears streaming. I knew this first time together would be our last time together, and it broke my heart. If only he lived in the states. If only we didn’t have other ties. If only for a week, I had the most wonderful loving of my life.



The Cabin



The truck hit the pothole hard. 'Damn, nothin' like a dirt road in Texas!' I muttered, trying to sound cool. 

'You better keep your eyes on the road' she said with a knowing smile. 

I hoped she couldn't see me blush. I checked the review mirror; the Jet Ski was still on the trailer. I stole another glance at her, god she was beautiful! Her strawberry blond hair cascading down onto her bare tan shoulders, I forced my eyes back to the road. Just another mile or two and we'd be at the cabin. I wish I could say I'd been waiting for this for weeks, but he truth is I've known Heather for a week and half. We hit it off the first time we met, a 'love at first sight' kind of thing. 

I was at a friend's kid's birthday party and Heather and I were the only ones with out a kid at the party. We've had 3 dates but it seems like I've known her all my life. 

We talk every night on the phone for hours, but I was totally surprised when she said she would spend the weekend with me at my new cabin. I wasn't even seriously asking her. I was just telling her about it. 

Its not really new, just new to me. Things have been going pretty well at work and this guy I know sold me the cabin, this old truck and the jet ski for a price I couldn't pass up. 

Any way I was telling her about it and half joking said 'Why don't we spend the weekend there?' She said 'cool' like she'd been waiting for me to ask her for hours.

As we neared the cabin, the road straightened out and got almost smooth. I allowed my self another glance. 

She was wearing a white cotton sundress the kind that looks like it has fallen off her shoulders and might at any time fall further and expose those beautiful breasts. Although that almost wasn't necessary, the air conditioner was on high and I guess she was cold because her nipples were showing through the soft cotton fabric. 

They were teasing me, daring me to keep my eyes off the road longer just one second more. I made a mental note to give them a good tongue lashing later.

We pulled into the carport and both jumped out like the truck was on fire. 'Its gorgeous' she said, exaggerating slightly for my benefit. 

It is nice though, an 'A' frame, the kind where the roof almost touches the ground. Come on I'll show you the best part, I said. 

'I don't want to see the bed room first' she laughed. I turned quickly to unlock the door so she couldn't see me blush. 

We walked into the living room, 'it's beautiful' she squealed excitedly. 

'The bedroom and bath are up there, I pointed to a staircase going up to the loft. And through here is the kitchen. This was my favorite part of the cabin. It was a bright open kitchen with a sliding glass door that went out onto the deck and looked out over the lake. 

The cabin was a ways up the hillside and had a beautiful view of the lake and the Texas hill country. 

We stepped out onto the deck and we drank in the view for a minute. I could feel her dress on my shoulder as she moved closer, I turned and looked into her stunning blue-green eyes and wanted her so bad. 

She smiled and we moved closer. Our lips parted slightly as they met and my tongue started to explore her soft warm mouth.

Her lips were full and soft and I pressed my mouth harder against hers. I massaged the sides of her tongue with mine and gently sucked at the tip, trying to draw her into me. 

Our tongues were playing cat and mouse while my hand slowly made its way down her neck and onto her upper chest. It traveled further until I was caressing her breast. 

My fingers massaged the side while my thumb rubbed the hard nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. 

Still kissing deeply I moved my hands to her bare shoulders and slowly slid them down her arms, taking the top of her sundress with them. As the elastic slipped over her nipples it exposed two of the most spectacular breasts I'd ever seen. 

They were smaller than you would normally see in a Victoria's secret catalog, but they were perfectly shaped and firm. 

She slid her hands down my lower back to my waist, allowing me to pull back for a moment to admire them, soaked in the warm Texas sun.

Heather smiled, seeing the admiration in my face. She moved her hands down onto my butt and pulled my hips to hers. I had to close my eyes as she pressed her bare breasts against me. 

I stroked the side of her face with my beard and nibbled at her earlobe. I loved her smell, not just the perfume she was wearing but the smell of her. I inhaled deeply through the filter of her strawberry blond hair and pulled her closer as if we could meld into a single being. 

I kissed the side of her ear and whispered, "I love you". It was the first time I had spoken those words out loud and I had not planned on saying them then, but they just flowed out as if my soul had spoken them. "I love you too," she whispered back. 

My kisses moved down her neck on to her shoulders she relaxed her grip on my ass and moved her hands up my back as I kissed her upper breast and then the sides. 

Soon my tongue was making ever-smaller circles around her areola, not touching the nipple. My hand was caressing the side and underside of her breast. 

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, trying to force my lips onto her nipple, but I let the anticipation build a bit more before finally kissing her nipple. I pulled it into my mouth and rubbed it with my tongue, gently sucking. My hand was gently squeezing as I kissed and sucked her nipple and upper breast.

As I had moved to lower my head to her breast, her hand had skipped from belt loop to belt loop on my old Levis until she reached the button in front. She undid the button and lowered the zipper. 

I had been turned on since I picked her up at her house that morning, but over the last few minutes, my dick had been growing rapidly and my Levis were tight. 

It was an incredible feeling to have her first touch my dick. The combination of freedom from the constriction of my pants and the warm sunshine and her soft touch were almost more than I could take...

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back relishing the sensation as she slid her hand down the length of my erection. Her fingers gently slipped under my balls and raised them slightly from the constriction of my tighty whities. 

She pulled my hips to her as she moved her hands around to my butt pushing my pants and underpants down with the same motion. 

She kissed her way down my chest as she helped my pants fall to my ankles. I kicked them off as she stood and our eyes met again. 

She unbuttoned my shirt as we leaned in for another delicious wet kiss. I nudged her sundress from its resting place around her waist and it fell to the deck, revealing a beautiful pair of white bikini style panties. 

I threw off my now unbuttoned shirt only taking one hand off her at a time, as if by losing physical contact she might disappear like a mirage. 

We stood there for some time enjoying slow kisses and the freedom of being naked in the sun like we were the only people on earth. 

Slowly reality crept into our consciousness and she began to walk backwards into the house, pulling me as she went, never breaking our kiss.

We moved as one through the kitchen and into the den where she pushed me back onto the couch. As our lips separated she bit my lower lip then kissed my chin as she moved her hands slowly down my chest and abs. 

My erection pressed against her soft but toned tummy as she kissed my neck. She moved down until she was kneeling in front of me. 

She kissed my nipples and circled them with her tongue and softly bit them. This was a new sensation for me, but I did not have long to ponder it before she moved on. 

She took my erection in one hand and ran her graceful fingers up and down the length of it. I opened my eyes and my pulse quickened as I saw that devilish grin on her beautiful face. She pushed me back and I closed my eyes again. 

She spread my legs wider and tightened her grip on my cock. The tip of her tongue began to tease its swollen head. Her free hand was slowly working its way under my balls and gently massaging them. 

She began kissing the head of my cock more forcefully and applying slight pressure with her thumb to the base of my cock which when combined with the sensation of her now engulfing kisses sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body. 

Then without releasing my manhood from her lips she wrapped an arm around each of my thighs and pulled me toward her, lifting my legs over her shoulders and resting my feet on the coffee table in one smooth motion. As she held the head of my cock with her lips and massaged its most sensitive place with her tongue her hands ran slowly up and down my thighs. 

She moved one hand back to my cock and rested the other at its base. As she slightly tightened her grip her hand began a slow stroke and gentle sucking at the head. 

The thumb of her resting hand teased my sack and moved below them to a place no woman had paid any attention to before. 

She began slowly kissing her way down the length of my shaft till she reached its base and kissed the side of my sack. Her tongue began teasing my balls. 

My heart was beating so hard and fast I thought it would explode. Her thumb began to press against my puckered back door. 

Without warning she returned her kisses to my shaft and head leaving me silently pleading for her to return. 

I sensed she was shifting her weight, what I could not see was that she had moved her free hand to her own wetness and slowly began massage herself and then took her wet fingers and began to lubricate my puckered ring. 

My mind was on sensory over load as she repeated the process. 

She tightened her grip on my cock and increased the speed of her stroke. She began aggressively sucking and moving her lips down, taking more of me into her warm mouth. She pushed her thumb into my tight hole. 

I was bucking now against her and she need the leverage of her position to control my movements and keep control of my member. 

I knew I was ready to explode and tried to move so I would not explode in her mouth, but she only sucked harder as if she were trying to draw my body into herself. 

As I began to cum, it seemed wave after wave flowed into her mouth. She swallowed it down and then licked every drop from my still pulsing head. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful. 

I reached down and gently pulled her up till our lips met and we kissed deeply. I could taste my own cum in her mouth as she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. 

She straddled me without breaking our kiss and guided my still firm cock into her dripping wet pussy. 

She began to ride me, slowly at first but increasing her speed as she neared he climax. She had a vise grip on my shoulders as she drove her self to climax. 

She threw her head back and began short fast and hard grinding. I could feel her muscles sucking my cock as she came. 

Her motions slowed as the waves of pleasure spread threw her body. 

I pulled her forward and our foreheads touched as we relished the closeness and pleasure of what we were sharing. 

As we rolled over onto our sides, she wrapped her legs around me to keep me in side of her. I moved her onto her back and she relaxed her legs. 

We lay that way and drifted into the most beautiful sleep still joined, body and soul. 



The Cabin



It was that time of year every summer that Jennifer took a long weekend to spend with her best friend Amber. Looking back, it doesn't seem that it had been over five years ago that they had met online; funny how fate brings two people together like that. But sure enough, they had met online in a celebrity chat room, both sharing the same fantasies about the same hunky movie star.

Amber's family owned a small little ski cabin close to Angelfire in New Mexico and when they had first met, had planned a small get together of the chat room regulars from their room and had a week of sun in the secluded little cabin; spending time skiing during the day and watching old movies and videos starting their favorite movie star. Over the five years that they had known each other, the only thing that had changed is that their circle of friends had depleted down to just the two of them and honestly, that's how they liked it. They were inseparable, even living in two different states but since the drive between them was a mere 3 hours, that didn't stop them from spending as much time together as possible. 

Most of their time was spent chatting it up online on either AIM messenger or yahoo since it was free but they did spend a lot of the time on the phone and when they could, weekend trips to each other's place for a night spent up talking, watching movies and generally just having fun. But now a whole week was coming up for just the two of them and Jennifer was pumped. This time was always the best and they seemed to become closer with each day they spent together. She didn't know what she would do without Amber.

Jennifer was a redhead with soft pale skin sprinkled with a few light freckles. Her eyes sparkled like cut emeralds and her lips were like the color of fresh berries. She was petite but with a well-rounded figure complete with flared hips and a large bosom. She possessed a dazzling smile and the ability to make people laugh with her easy-going spirit and her refreshing outlook on life in general. Amber was a bit taller but more compact ... more of the athlete's body: strong firm legs, small breasts, taut belly and it seemed, not an ounce of fat. Light brown hair streaked with hints of blonde framed her oval face kissed with eyes the shade of sparkling jade. Two different girls perhaps, but one strong bond that neither one of their husbands could quite understand.

The drive up was almost as fun as the actual time spent up at the cabin. Both women shared the same interest in music and acted about 10 years their junior. Jennifer would drive to Amber's place in Oklahoma and then the both of them would drive the remaining 7 ½ hours to Amber's family cabin in New Mexico. The time spent in the car was passed singing and laughing, remembering past trips and catching up on the news online. It seemed as if there was nothing they couldn't share and not one minute that each one wouldn't delve into with the utmost of detail just to send her friend spiraling into fits of laughter. That's what best friends did best.

Once at the cabin, the girls spent little time unpacking and lots of time giggling and continuing stories started in the car. Most of the stories continued with online behavior and things that had gotten "involved in", usually ending with the other one spiraling into peals of laughter at her friend's antics. There wasn't much these two wouldn't do and this weekend trip would prove as much ...

One evening both women were relaxing on the couch, watching one of the movies they had rented. It was rather late and both had indulged in a few too many mixed drinks, giggling at things on the T.V. screen that weren't even funny. Amber's head was relaxing in Jennifer's lap and idle fingers toyed with the dishwater blonde's hair as they watched and laughed, both making comments that would send the other one doubled over with giggles. At one point, Amber glanced up at her best friend and couldn't help but notice just how beautiful the redhead was. When she laughed, it moved into her eyes, making them sparkle like glittering sapphires and her lips curved so enticingly upwards, she couldn't help but wonder how sweet they actually tasted. Watching her from beneath the blanket of long lashes, her eyes followed the curve of her throat all the way down the v-neck plunge of her halter top, feeling a small wave of desire at the way her friend's bosoms rose and fell with each breath. She had never noticed it before but they were beautiful! 

Jennifer could feel the gaze of her friend even before she looked down and when she did, Amber had such a strange look on her face that Jennifer couldn't help but ask, "What?" 

Amber blinked suddenly, a soft flush creeping to her cheeks as she felt like she had been caught doing something naughty. Glancing upwards as her friend still stroked her hair, she smiled guiltily and then looked away back towards the T.V. "Nothing," she whispered.

Jennifer's eyebrow shot up, knowing her friend better than that. "Oh no you don't," she teased, tweaking her nose. "What was that look for?" Amber looked back at her friend a little guiltily and Jennifer could see the hint of a blush in her cheeks. Now Jennifer really wanted to know what was wrong and she looked down at her friend, noting the way her eyes averted to keep from locking with her gaze, something she only did if something was bothering her. "Amber, what?!"

Amber glanced back up at her long-time friend and couldn't help but notice just how close her large breasts were to her face and damn if she didn't have this strong urge to see them without that top on. This of course only made her blush more and she couldn't find the words to explain to her friend. Instead, she just kind of turned her face to her friend's belly and nuzzled in, an arm slipping around her waist and hugged her close. She could feel Jennifer's fingers stroke soothingly down her hair and over her cheekbone, tucking in her hair behind her ear and she inhaled deeply, trembling a bit to be so attracted to her friend. God, what if she thought she was some kind of pervert and never wanted to see her again?!

Jennifer hugged her friend close, not quite sure what was wrong with but she was starting to worry. She could feel Amber's fingers clutching onto the back of her silky pajama top and her face was buried in her belly. She couldn't help but gently reassure her best friend with tender fingers in her hair and rubbing down to her back then back up again. "Shhhh ... it's okay. You can tell me anything Amby," she whispered. She saw Amber glance up between her breasts, a very loving expression on her face and Jennifer couldn't help but smile causing a smile to cross Amber's sweet face as well. She could feel Amber gently rub her back with her fingertips and then slide forward to her side a bit. The warmth from Amber's breathing was lovely against her belly and Jennifer could feel her own breathing quickening a bit to match her friend's. Staring into her eyes, she knew that she and Amber were closer than anyone else she had ever met and would do anything to make her feel okay.

"You're so beautiful," Amber whispered and smiled to see her best friend blush.

"Thanks ... so are you, Amby," Jennifer whispered back and then leaned down to kiss her friend's forehead. Amber saw her chance and tilted her head back just in time for Jennifer's lips to press to hers. She saw her friend's eyes widen but Amber quickly reached up to her friend's head and held it in place as her lips quivered over her sweet ones. Jennifer felt her heart race ... she had never expected this and what was worse, it was so sweet ... so innocent and she loved it! Jennifer pulled back hesitantly, a nervous laugh suddenly erupting as she looked down at her best friend's head in her lap. "I think you've had too much to drink," she teased.

"Maybe," Amber giggled, so thankful was she that Jennifer hadn't gotten mad. "But it was so nice. Can we do it again?" She batted eyelashes playfully and smiled when she heard Jennifer's laughter.

"You are so bad!" Jennifer teased, shaking her head but she could feel her body responding to just the implications of Amber's innocent request. What the hell?? Her nipples were getting hard and starting to push against her silk pajama top and there was Amber right there in her lap with one of them right above her mouth! She saw Amber's gaze drawn to it instantly and when she licked her lips, Jennifer felt an electric shock jolt down between her legs. "This is crazy!" she blurted out.

"I know," Amber whispered even as her hand slid from Jennifer's waist and one lone finger lightly caressed over the hardened nub. She felt Jennifer shudder and shift a bit on the couch as she glanced up to her best friend, smiling to see undeniable curiosity welling up in her blue eyes. "But you want to, don't you?" she barely whispered the question.

All Jennifer could do was nod, afraid if she spoke any words that the spell would be broken and that they both would come crashing back to reality. It must be the alcohol talking ... she had never even thought about this! Or ... had she? As all kinds of questions flooded her head, she bit down on her lip to try to calm her nerves as Amber's fingers flicked again at the hardened nipple and then slowly raked her fingernail over it through the silken material. My god ... that was delicious!

"Can I?" Amber whispered, without looking at her friend. She wanted that nipple ... she wanted to know what it tasted like ... what it felt like in her mouth. Her finger trailed lazy circles around it, loving the way it was so hard and she could feel little flutters in Jennifer's stomach as her head remained on her lap, a soft cheek pressed to her belly. All Jennifer could do was nod and lock eyes with Amber as she reached agonizingly slow for the first button on her top. When it released and the v-neck opened a bit more, Jennifer couldn't help but suck in her breath as Amber's lips caressed the exposed skin and then another button ... and another until Jennifer could feel her pussy throbbing just thinking about it.

Once the buttons were undone, Amber glanced up to Jennifer, her hand frozen momentarily as if she were going to push the open top aside and at the slight nod of Jennifer's head, she pushed the material aside to expose one beautiful breast. She could hear Jennifer's gasp match her own as the hardened nipple was now exposed to her sweet mouth but she couldn't help but lovingly caress it with a fingertip, slowly circling it, watching it tighten even more. The trembles in Jennifer's belly vibrated against her ear, sending own shivers of delight down her form to her belly and below. "Please," she heard Jennifer whisper as her fingers tightened in Amber's lovely blonde-streaked hair, her back pushing forward a bit to move the nipple closer to Amber's parted lips.

That's all it took for Amber to lift her head slightly and dart a tongue out at Jennifer's beautiful hard nub and was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure from her best friend. She could feel Jennifer's fingers tighten in her hair and she reached up with one hand and pushed her friend's ample breast up a bit before closing her lips around it. She never knew suckling a girl's tit could be so exquisite and with each nibble and swirl of her tongue, she could feel electricity ignite between her thighs. 

Jennifer's head fell back against the back of the couch, eyes closing at the sweet sensations her friend's mouth on her tit were eliciting. She had never felt anything quite like this. Sure, she had had her nipple in a few mouths but they were all guys and they had done it as a means to an end. But Amber ... god, it was as if she were worshipping her breasts, laving it with soft licks and mews of delight. "Oh god, Amber ... that's so ... so ..." she trailed off, having no words.

Amber whispered against her friend's tit, clamping her teeth gently around the nipple, "I know ..." Jennifer's eyes flew open and looked down. Just watching her chew on it and pull it slowly away from her body only to release and lick it like a delicious drop of cream was sending her quickly to the edge of nirvana. Amber slid her right arm around her friend's waist, causing her to slump down further on the couch, adjusting her position and then turned a bit, her mouth descending on the nipple once more. She could sense her friend's impending release; could feel the tremble in her thighs and belly and the way she was starting to tighten. Drawing the nipple deep into her mouth, she gazed up at Jennifer as her head pushed into the back of the couch, eyes closed as she relished this moment.

Suddenly Jennifer's eyes flew open as she felt Amber's hand slide between her thighs, her thumb lightly running over the silk material there. "I ... I don't know Amby," she whispered, her lips parted even as her breath came in faster, blue eyes glazed over as she felt her friend's lips and teeth tug on her sensitive nub. The two friends locked gazes momentarily and then Amber reluctantly pulled away from the hardened nipple she had been feeding on. Jennifer could feel the deep sigh within her, aching so much for more but at the same time too afraid to go on. She nibbled on her lip and looked away but then Amber was sitting up beside her on the couch again, looking at her in such an amazing way that Jennifer couldn't believe how shy she felt all the sudden.

She started to button up her pajama top but felt Amber's hand over hers. "Please don't," she whispered, gently pulling it away, her hazel eyes locked with Jennifer's. And then their lips were meshing together again and neither one really knew how it happened. Soft moans were coupled with whimpers of delight as tongues clashed together in an elicit dance. Amber's hands slid to Jennifer's shoulders to push off her pajama top and then they were apart and Jennifer pulled Amber's over her head before bodies mashed together as one. Then they were standing and hands were pushing down silken bottoms and thumbs hooked into satin panties and before either one of them knew it, they were standing in the middle of the cabin, nude and rubbing up against each other like they had been lovers for years.

Jennifer's hands roamed over every inch of Amber's flesh, cupping her smaller breasts, thumbs flicking over the hardened peaks and found that every moan released from her best friend's mouth sent another shudder of desire down her belly to pool between her thighs. Her hips reflexively ground into Amber's as she felt roaming hands in return slide down over her back to caress and knead her firm ass. A soft mewling noise from Amber warmed the honeyed recesses of her mouth as Jennifer's hand slid down her belly to search out the warm depths between her shifting thighs. God, she was so hot ... and she found herself wondering if she felt this same way to Amber.

Suddenly, in their shifting and moving around in anxiousness to get closer, Jennifer tripped over an empty glass and felt herself falling back. Amber's lips had been attached and she had been leaning into her so they both fell, giggling back onto the couch. Amber's body was now pressed tightly onto Jennifer's and she looked down mid-laughter, eyes shining at her friend and then lips met once more as hips ground against one another. Amber's leg shifted and pressed between her friend's, wiggling up until she could feel wet folds part and Jennifer's hardened clit against her flesh. A soft moan quickly encouraged Jennifer to do the same and then their natural impulses took over as each began to shift and move against the other's leg, causing friction against their hard nubs as their tongues dueled in hot, seeking mouths. 

Amber could feel her friend's impending release in the way she was trembling against her so violently and she wanted more than anything to taste her but she could feel her own climax building as they humped together on the couch. Tearing her mouth from Jennifer's, she trailed soft lips down her neck to her shoulder, a gentle bit delivered to her flesh. Where did that come from?? Lord only knows but she was driven on by Jennifer's squeal of delight. She could feel her friend arch up beneath her as her breath came in short pants and Amber could feel her own clit throbbing out of control. Pressing her leg up further into her wet folds and against her friend's pulsing nub, her tongue swirled downwards to her hard nipple and captured it in between her teeth, giving it a tug. That was enough to send Jennifer hurtling over the edge, clinging to Amber as she shook violently beneath her. Feeling her friend release beneath her was enough for Amber and she cried out against the soft breast captured in her lips as her own orgasm ripped through her.

Jennifer gasped for breath, wide eyes looking up at her friend as they both shuddered to completion on the couch. Reflexive fingers pulled her close to her wildly beating heart as their lips melded together ... soft, sensual, sweet. "Oh Amber," Jennifer whispered against her friend's lips.

"It was so ..." Amber trailed off, trying to find words for it as her fingers gently stroked her friend's breast and side, reaching up for another kiss as the words wouldn't come. Gently they surrendered to this sweet exquisite passion that was suddenly so fresh and new to them. Their bond became unpregnateable with each searing kiss and each stroke of now bold fingers that caressed downwards along trembling flesh. Soft moans and shifting flesh grew as they explored one another's erogenous zones, each lost in the sensations of her new lover. 

And then Jennifer was pushing upwards on her friend, seeing the look of confusion cross her face as she gently pushed her off and stood up on now wobbly legs. Gently grasping her friend's hand and with a soft tug, started off across the floor and down the hall to the bedroom, glancing back at Amber trailing behind her and caught her checking out the way her ass swayed to and fro with each step. "Like what you see?" she teased, licking her lips.

Amber grinned, reaching out to run her fingers over her friend's heart-shaped ass. It was so perfect! "Oh yes," she purred and then ran forward, capturing her best friend in her arms and then dashed into the bedroom on the heels of both laughter and passion. They fell on the bed, legs and arms intertwined, lips boldly seeking out the other's as their passions ignited. Former shyness and nervous exploration gone as Jennifer rolled her friend over to her lovely back, slipping between her thighs as lips and fingers explored her small mounds of flesh. Amber's breasts were much smaller than her own but just as lovely in their own right. Her nipples were like ripe little cherries that begged for Jennifer's mouth and she eagerly gave into the temptation, rolling them like small hardened balls between her teeth. Amber's squirming and cries of pleasure spurred her on as she could feel her pussy throb and moisten against her belly pressed between her thighs.

"Oh god, Jennifer ... please ... I want to feel your tongue on me," Amber moaned, almost begging as Jennifer's mouth moved from one hardened nub to the other. Her hands slid into Jennifer's red locks, pushing down slightly, needing her friend's mouth on her swollen clit.

Jennifer eagerly complied, her mouth sweep down over her best friend's trembling belly, slithering further down on the bed as her hands reflexively pushed Amber's thighs wider. Her nostrils flared, catching the first sweet scent of her friend's arousal and her curiosity grew even more. She had never smelled anything like that ... it was so ... enticing. She could feel more than hear Amber's intake of breath as she settled lower, her mouth just above her friend's swollen, parted labia. She gazed up at her, seeing the pleading look in her eyes and then let it fall down to the picture of perfection before her. She never knew just how beautiful a woman's vagina could be. Using her finger to part her folds a bit more, she noticed the different shades of pink and red ... the complex and different textures within ... the way her clit protruded and throbbed to life, like a flag of surrender to her desires. It was beautiful.




The Cabin



Jennifer was driving Amber wild with desire. She had never wanted anyone or anything more than she wanted to be pleased by and to please this girl she had called best friend for five years. Fingers splayed against her friend's head, arching up in blatant invitation as her voice reaches her own ears, foreign almost as she begs, "Please Jennifer ... please."

Jennifer's head dipped, velveteen tongue snaking out in a gentle caress as it slowly flicked over her friend's throbbing clit. She was rewarded with Amber's strong arch upwards and a low groan. Wow ... the power in such a little touch and damn if that little nub didn't taste a bit like an exotic honey! Pushing her elbow wider, anchoring herself between Amber's thighs, she reached with pliant fingers and gently pulled her friend's swollen folds apart, sending a shudder of desire rippling through Amber's pliant body. Her friend's cries of need and writhing only spurred her to capture her more beneath her will and this slow torture, knowing how much it added to that final impending release. Her tongue slithered out once more to trail along the quivering opening of her cunt, caressing swollen folds along that honeyed back and pulled back at Amber arched up for more.

"Jennifer!" she cried out, head thrashing from side to side. But she was captured beneath her friend's agonizing will and it was so exquisite that Amber could feel her very blood course through her veins, awakening every nerve in her body. She had never felt this alive. It was as if time was suspended as her friend's expert tongue found all her hot spots, sending her spiraling to the edge of that deep abyss and kept her hanging there on a single thread of resolve. Amber couldn't take this exquisite longing much more and her thighs trembled beneath her friend's elbows and arms. "Jennifer, at least grant me the same pleasure and get over here!"

Jennifer glanced up between her friend's hot thighs, questioning gaze lifted as her blue eyes locked with Amber's hazel ones. "What do you mean?" she asked on a soft whisper.

Her fingers tugged upwards on her hair and then slid down to her hands, arching up to a half sitting pose and pleaded, "Please, I want to taste you too."

Jennifer all the sudden felt that nervous flutter in her belly again as she lifted upwards, her gaze never faltering from her friend's. She could feel Amber's hands pulling her closer, encouraging and she moved up and over her, her hands trembling in both anticipation and nervousness. It was now Amber's turn to be calmer ... to take the reins and helped her friend turn. The brush of silken curls against heated flesh and warm breath washed over trembling skin was so exotic and it only served to fuel the fires burning within them both. As she positioned herself over her friend's body, she could feel her pussy throbbing in delicious need, trembling as her thighs widened and her knees bent to hold her moist flesh over Amber's head, her own curls brushing against her friend's inner thighs as she pushed them wide once again.

It was Amber's turn to gaze longingly into her friend's open folds but she didn't spend as much time admiring its texture and pretty colors. She was more interested in the aroma that beckoned her closer and in the flavors that were hidden within and with a soft sigh, buried her face between her friend's open thighs. Jennifer squealed in response and shot her tongue deep into Amber's open cunt. Both women were now acting on pure lust and the ravenous need to bring each other to a shuddering climax. Lips and tongues swirled and stabbed, mouths sucking almost in rapid succession as their hips bucked up against one another's weeping slits; unbearable agony and exquisite sensations all wrapped up into one. And the aroma! It was delicious!

Jennifer nibbled on Amber's throbbing clit and was rewarded with slender fingers plunged into her pulsing cunt causing her to groan into her friend's molten folds, a shiver of delight snaking down her spine. "Oh god yesssss," she purred in a heated cry into her apex. "Fuck me, Amber!" Her own fingers slid into her friend's pulsing cunt and then they were both riding this delicious wave of ecstasy between stabbing fingers and nibbled teeth. Clits were captured between teeth that raked and gently pulled, lips suckled like hungry babes at their mothers' teats and fingers acted as pistons put in high gear. 

Soft cries and moans of pleasure filled the small room and filtered out into the secluded cabin. Who would have known that pleasures like this existed? Each nibble ... each thrust ... each lick within weeping slits sent each one hurtling closer to that edge and then with shrieks of delight, jumped hand in hand over that cliff into that deep abyss that beckoned them as one. Jennifer's thighs clamped around her friend's ears as Amber's hips thrust up to bury her friend's tongue into her collapsing walls. The bed shook with the orgasms that ripped through them both to leave them panting against each other's thighs, rolling as one onto their sides as they gasped for breath, fingers still stroking ... lips still nibbling as the shudders slowly subsided. 

It took all of Jennifer's resolve and strength to turn and climb up into her friend's trembling arms ... breast to breast they lay in the aftermath of their mutual joining. For how long they lay there faded into the reality of the surprising turn their friendship had taken them. Gentle hands and sweet kisses only served to seal the bond that deepened between them and each, in turn, felt it within her soul.

Jennifer's lips nibbled against Amber's ear, their hearts thudding as one as morning's dawn began to drift in long fingers of light through the window, a new beginning breaking with the rising of the sun. "I love you, Amby," she whispered to the sweetness of her friend's smile and then sleep wrapped them both into the security of its arms.



The Cabin



My name is Amy and I am 21 years old. I am 5' 6", 110 lbs. 36c cup, with long blond hair, and blue eyes. This had been the week from hell. Work was busy and when I got home my family had left tons of messages. I felt I needed to get away from it all. So I decided to start the weekend early by taking off Friday and go camping. It was fall and that was my favorite time to camp. It gave me a chance to forget everything and everyone. You see I have been into camping for eleven years. I was nine when I went on my first trip and fell in love with it. I packed everything I needed that night so I could get an early start. I had light clothes for the first part of the day since we were having nice warm weather and I also brought rain gear and heavy clothes because the weather was going to change.

I woke up at 5:00am to get an early start. I made it to the place I planned to park by 8:15am. I headed out with the plan to hike until 11:00, have lunch and make it to a spot to set up camp by 3:30pm. Everything was going great. It must have been in the high 70's and the white puffy clouds were beautiful. The front that was going to bringing rain and 50-degree temperatures would not arrive until 4:00pm. That gave me time to set up camp and change prior to the weather change. The mountains are so secluded I did not see one person at all.

I stopped at a cliff to rest and enjoy the view for a few minutes. I figured I was ahead of schedule and was only 10 minutes from camp. I took my pack off and sat it down but I didn't realize I set my pack so close to the edge of the cliff. The next thing I knew my pack and everything I brought went right over the side. All I could do was watch it fall until it landed on a ledge about 75 yards down. Now I was screwed. Without repelling gear there was no way to retrieve my pack. All I had was the clothes on my back. I didn't even have anything in my pockets. Here I am in hiking boots, jean shorts and a t-shirt. The rain front was about 30 minutes away and I am about 7 hours away from my car. Hell, even if I was at my car I couldn't get in, my keys were in my pack. 

I decided to continue on hoping to find some kind of shelter. When the front hit, it hit hard. The temperature dropped considerably and it poured to beat the band. I was soaked from head to toe in seconds and freezing. I felt the cold down to my bones and I was shivering like crazy.

I came over a ridge and saw a huge cabin up ahead. This cabin was two stories, had a wrap around porch and multiple decks. I noticed there was smoke coming from the chimney and hoped who ever was inside would be kind and let me in.

I knocked on the door and got no answer. I tried the doorknob but it was locked. As I stood there trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. "Oh my, you must be freezing. Come inside and warm up." I turned back around to see a woman in her early 30's standing in the doorway wearing a plush robe. "Thank you", I said as I entered the cabin. It was nice and warm inside and there was a radio playing some classical music. "What are you doing way out here, dressed like that in this weather?"

"I was going camping and I lost all of my gear."

"You lost it?"

"Like a fool I put it too close to the edge of a cliff and over it went. By the way, my name is Amy and thanks again for letting me in."

" Hi, my name is Sharon and of course I would let you in." 

I heard from the other room, "Hey Sharon, when you come back bring in another batch of daiquiris." Sharon said okay and took me to the bathroom down the hall. "Get out of those wet clothes and put on this robe. When you come back out you should join us in the hot tub."

"That sounds great but I don't have a bathing suit."

"Don't worry, we are all girls. Their are no guys here so neither do we."

As I walked back into the kitchen wearing the robe Sharon had just finished making up a batch of daiquiris. She handed me a glass and we walked out to the enclosed deck that was surrounded in glass with a glass door.

On the deck were about five reclining deck chairs and a big old fashion hot tub in the middle. Inside the tub were four naked women. They all looked like they were in their early thirties and beautiful.

Sharon was 5'10", blond hair, and 150lbs., with a great figure. In the tub was Julie who was about 5'6", 110lbs., also with blond hair.

Linda had brown hair, 5'8", and 130lbs.

Both Suzy and Wendy were twins standing 5'11", 160lbs. and had black hair. All five of them looked like they were in great shape.

"Well who is this beautiful young blond girl?" Suzy said.

I slowly got into the hot tub and told them my story. I explained my bad week and how I ended up there. I felt a little weird about being naked in a hot tub with five thirty year old women but this was much better than freezing to death.

We all talked and drank for a while and I must have nodded out. The freezing hike took a lot out of me, and the hot tub it did me in.

When I woke up every thing was different. I was the only one in the tub. I was shocked to see everyone was still naked, reclining and watching me. This made me uncomfortable and I started to get up to get my robe. I noticed all of the robes and towels were gone. Then I saw Julie was video taping me. I dropped back into the water and asked what was going on. That's when Sharon spread her legs and started to tease her pussy by running her finger slowly around it. She did this while she looked at me and asked me if I like women. I told her that I am not a lesbian nor do I want to be.

She then said, "Listen to me and listen good. I saved you from freezing to death so I am going to give you two options. When I finish giving you your options, I will count down from five. If you don't answer by the time I get to zero I will take it you choose option two. Option one is you be our sex slave and do whatever we want. Option two is we throw your naked ass out into the cold rain and lock the door. Time to choose."

I was so shocked by what she said I sat there and froze as she counted down. The next thing I knew Suzy and Linda picked me up and threw me outside and locked the glass door of the deck. I landed on my ass and immediately started to freeze. They all laughed and Julie was still filming the whole time. I was so cold I tried to open the door. "You chose option two by not answering. If you changed you mind and want to be our sex slave tell us now."

"Please let me in, I am freezing."

"Do you want to be our sex slave, yes or no?"

"Yes I want to be your sex slave"

The door opened and I ran back inside to the hot tub.

Sharon was still teasing herself and ordered me out of the tub and on the floor. I begged her not to do this. Suzy and Linda started walking my way again so I did what Sharon asked. Sharon knelt down with her knees on the side of my head. She moved down so her pussy was just inches above my mouth. I continued to beg her not to do this but she then covered my mouth with her pussy. I could taste her musky juices as she started to rub all over my face. I had to close my eyes as she continued to grind her pussy all over my face. She ordered me to stick out my tongue and eat her out. She concentrated on grinding on my mouth while I ate her. She made me dig my tongue as far into her pussy as I could. I tried to act like my tongue would not go any deeper but she must have known it would. She sat on my face so hard her body covered my mouth and nose so I couldn't breath. I was advised that this was my last warning to cooperate or I would be thrown out for good. I did not like the taste nor did I like it when she rubbed her juices all over my face. When she came she made sure it was all over me. I then had to kiss her pussy and thank her for the opportunity to eat her out.

I couldn't open my eyes and before I knew it another girl gave me the same treatment. All five of them did this to me. When they finish I felt a collar being placed around my neck as I was lying there. I was told to get on all fours and I was led to the bathroom to wash my face. I started to stand up when I was pushed back down. "Slaves don't get to use the sink. " A large bowl of water was placed in front of me. As I washed my face I heard them all laugh. I opened my eyes to see the camera was still on.

"I have never been so humiliated in my life", I said and I started to cry.

I was told this was just the beginning and I have not even begun to be humiliated. Linda sat on the toilet and started to relieve her self. As she did this, I had to suck on her big toe like it was a cock. As I did this I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart. I was told to raise my ass and they gave me an enema. I was aloud to sit on the toilet when Linda finished so I could release my bowels. They let me clean up good with a washcloth but then I was right back on the floor crawling like a dog. I was lead by the leash back into a room I had not been in before. There was a chair with stirrups and bright lights shining on it. Facing the chair was a few couches. I sat in the chair and had my legs placed in the stirrups. They were positioned so I was spread wide with my knees back towards my chest. I felt like I was about to have an ob-gyn exam. They all sat on the couches in robes and watched, as I had to tease my pussy with my finger. I was advised I could not get out of the chair until I came. I was also instructed to pretend I was making a porno and talk like I wanted to give them a show. I closed my eyes to try to put them out of my mind and get this over with. I slowly started to tease my pussy and finger myself. Every now and then I was told to lick my finger clean. They were making comments and jokes so it was hard to forget about them. After working one finger I had to work two and three fingers in and out of me. It took a long time but when I finally came I came hard. I then had to lick my fingers clean. I guess because they were my own juices, the taste was not as bad.

Wendy walked up to me and kissed me hard on the lips. She then took something out from the draw behind me. She said, "These will hurt at first but the pain goes away quickly." That's when she applied nipple clips to my tits. She was right about the pain and it did subside quickly. Wendy waited a few minutes then sat down between my legs and started to kiss, lick and suck on my pussy. She was very good at it. I couldn't help myself from enjoying it. As she did this, she started to tease my asshole with a vibrator. I have never had this done to me before and I liked it. Wendy then eased her finger in me with a lot of lube on it. She went back to the vibrator eating me the whole time. She slowly inserted the vibrator into my ass. I felt my ass spread but it didn't hurt. She slowly worked it until she actually slid it inside me. I couldn't believe I was enjoying getting oral sex from a woman and getting fucked in the ass too boot. She picked up the pace with the vibrator until it slid with ease. I then felt the vibrator pop out of my ass. Before I knew it a larger vibrator had taken its place. It took more teasing before she could slide it inside me. Once inside she eased it all the way in and stopped everything. She had me so horny I asked her not to stop. She said if I wanted more I would have to beg. That's when I heard Suzy say, "I think she is ready."

I was let out of the chair and was walked into the hot tub room. I noticed each one of them was wearing a strap-on and they were all different sizes. I was placed on all fours on the floor and told to suck on Sharon's strap-on. I also couldn't call it that. I had to refer to them as their cocks. I started sucking on Sharon's cock while Suzy slid under me and pulled me down. She started to fuck my pussy when I felt another cock press against my asshole. Julie was kneeling behind me and she worked together with Suzy until I had one cock in my ass, one in my pussy and Sharon's in my mouth. The pace picked up until I was being fucked hard in every orifice. This time I had two cameras filming me. When one of the girls got tired another took her place. They fucked me this way until I came a few more times. I must admit I have never cum so hard and for so many times. When they finished they took me a locked room with a bed and told me to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

I woke up disorientated and I didn't know where I was. I had to go to the bathroom but the room was locked so I laid there for what seemed like hours. By the time I heard the door open I was in pain from holding it so long. Wendy placed me on a leash she told me she was going to take me out to pee. She had on slippers and a robe and then she then led me outside like a dog. I was told me to hurry up because it was cold outside. The ground I was crawling on was freezing and when I started to pee and saw the stream creep up my body. When I was done Wendy slapped me on the ass and called me a good bitch. I was led back into the house and had to sit in an upright position while the girls had a discussion. I was told I earned the right to walk again but it had to be in high heels.

The next hour I had to prepare breakfast and set the table on the outside deck. The rain had passed but it was chilly outside. They came out onto the deck wearing their warm plush robes and slippers. I was cold as I served them breakfast in just my high heels. Sharon had me turn around and said, "Check her out, those heels make her legs and ass look great." After they ate, they let me eat while I cleaned up from breakfast and cleaned the house. They said they had work to do in another room and to knock when I finished my cleaning. I knocked on the door to the room they were in and they opened the door. I saw the room was full of computer and video editing equipment. I couldn't see what they were working on and they made sure I didn't see. I was told to pack a lunch because they wanted to go on a picnic. Once the lunch was packed they gave me different shoes. These were also high heels but they were boots with a chunky heel. I was told this was to help my balance since I had to carry everything. It had warmed up so they all wore summer dresses with nothing underneath. All I had on was my boots, leather collar that had bitch written on it, and nipple clips. I picked up the bags wondering where we were going and if this was ever going to end. 

We hiked for about a 30 minutes to an overlook of the mountain. It felt very strange to be hiking with nothing on. When we got to the overlook I had to set up the blanket and lunch. I had to stand and watch while they enjoyed lunch. When they finish eating I was ordered to clean off the blanket and sit down. Suzy said, "Time for your lunch but it has to be prepare it first. Everyone grab a vegetable." Suzy, Sharon, Linda and Wendy each had a carrot. Julie and I each had a cucumber. We all sat in a circle facing each other, spread our legs with our right ankle crossing over the left ankle of the girl sitting to our left. We had to work our vegetables in and out of our pussies until we came all over them. When we all finished, they all handed them to me and told me this was my lunch. If I didn't finish all of it I would have to go back to the cabin crawling on my hands and knees.

I didn't know what was worse, the taste cum covered vegetables or the humiliation of them making fun about it. I ate them slowly because I really didn't like the taste. I thought about how they told me earlier they had not begun to humiliate me. I was hoping it would not get any worse than this but it did. I was told to hurry because we had to get back and get ready for the party. I wondered what the party was about and figured this can't be good for me but I was afraid to ask. I finished eating, packed everything back up and we hiked back. When we got back to the cabin I put everything away from the picnic. I was placed back in the locked room so I would not have a chance to steal any clothes and leave. I fell asleep for a few hours, which I needed. 

When I woke they all had just showered and told me it was my time to shower. When I got out they dried me off, did my nails, and my makeup. I looked great but like a complete whore. Then it was time to get dressed. Unlike the girls who put on very nice clothes, I didn't have much on. I wore a bondage set consisting of a belt, wristlets, and high heel boots, nipple clips, and a collar. Everything was red leather except the nipple clips. The boots and collar had a chain, which connected to the belt. My wrist was attached to the belt directly so I couldn't move them and the nipple clips had a chain connecting them together. 

I was then ordered to stand on the front porch and greet the guest. Once again the temperature was dropping but I had a bright light shining on me which was hot and that kept me warm. As the guest arrived many of them, both male and female, fondled me and pulled on my nipple clips. This was definitely the most humiliating thing that has happened to me so far. I'm not only been seen and teased by the five women, but now it's about ten more women and ten men.

After everyone of the guest had arrived I was led back into the house. The furniture had been moved so an area was set up as a stage. Cameras were set up and everyone had a seat facing the stage. On the stage was a chair facing everyone, which I had to sit in.

Wendy rolls in a large screen TV and sets it near me but at an angle everyone can see it including me. She then walked back off the stage and the lights went out as the movie started. The movie title was "The Visitor" starting Amy. My heart started pounding and I started praying it wasn't what I thought it was. Well it was, the movie looked professional and consisted of what I had gone through. The way it was edited it looked like I love being humiliated and forced to have sex with people. I don't know why, but even though I was extremely humiliated the video kind of turned me on. I remembered how good it felt when I was getting eaten out and the being fucked on an airtight manner. 

When the movie ended the lights came on and everyone stared at me and applauded. I have never received applause for anything in my life and I have to admit it felt electrifying. Now I see why people go into showbiz. I wish it wasn't for a film where I had been forced to have sex with women and where I had to humiliate myself, but I still liked it. I was then order to get out of the chair and my hands were released. I was told to get on my knees. At that time, everyone got out of their seats and undressed. All of the women and men lined up in front of the stage. 

The first person in line was a beautiful black woman with a dancers body. She was very tone and had a perky set of breast. A chair was placed in front of me and she sat down and set the height so her pussy right at my mouth. The chair was rolled in to me and I was told to make her cum. Maybe it was her, or I was just getting use to the taste, but I thought she smelled and tasted sweet. I actually enjoyed eating her out. I started lightly licking and kissing around her pussy. I could tell the teasing was driving her crazy. I gave soft kisses on her vulva before I spread her lips apart and really got to work. I started slowly easing my tongue in and out of her and teasing her inner thigh with my hands. After fucking her with my tongue I replaced my tongue with a finger. As I slid my finger in and out of her I started to kiss her clit. I then slid my finger in and applied pressure inside her behind her clit and started licking her clit. I then held pressure on her clit with my tongue and messaged her with my finger where I held the pressure. Alternating between the two was getting her so wet and when I massaged both spots at the same time she exploded. I finished her off by cleaning her up with light licks and kisses.




The Cabin



The next person was an extremely hot guy. He had gorgeous brown eyes and strong facial features and very built. He also had a nice looking cock. The chair was removed and he stepped up to me. I was happy to finally get some cock after all of the pussy I wasted no time. I caressed his balls as I gave kisses to the base of his cock. While caressing him I worked my way up his cock until I reached his head. I wrapped my lips around it and started to swirl my tongue. I gave suction and worked my way down his shaft and back up. Each time I swallowed a little more until I was taking his whole cock in my mouth. I worked up and down his shaft picking up the pace as I went. Releasing his balls I started stroking his cock with my hand going up as my mouth went down. My hand and mouth worked together meeting in the middle. I could feel he was about to cum so I sucked on his head as I worked his whole shaft with my hand at a furious pace. When he came his cum hit the back of my throat and I couldn't take it all. Even though cum was oozing back out of my mouth I gained my composure and continued swallowing until he finished cumming. Everyone went though the line alternating between the men and the women. I gave each one the same treatment until every guest came in my mouth. When the line ended every guest had either gotten dressed or were getting dressed. I was led back out onto the porch and as each of the guest left they thanked me and said goodbye.

When everyone was gone the girls came up to me and told me how good of a job I did. I never thought I would enjoy having a train pulled on my mouth much less servicing both men and women but I have to admit I liked it a lot. Linda walked me to bed and said, "Lay down and get some sleep. Tomorrow we will make sure both you and your car make it home." 

I was the last one to wake up and my clothes were clean and hanging in my room. I showered and got dress. When I got down stairs breakfast had been made and I was invited to eat with them. They were very nice to me and after breakfast I was driven home and they had my car towed there too. As I got out of the car Suzy handed me her card and said, " Now that we have you on tape we expect you stay with us one weekend a month. Remember, you agreed to be our sex slave and we are going to hold you to it. If you don't the tape goes public." We will expect to see you four Fridays from now and make sure you're not too late. Anytime between in the afternoon or early evening is fine. But if you won't be there before nine you better call.



The Cabin



for E.

"Turn right up there," she said.

I turned into the small gravel lane, which had been obscured by a thick line of trees. It wound its way back through the heavy wood and into the hills of upstate New York. The sound of the tiny stones crunched beneath us drowned out the cries of the birds and rush of the early evening breezes that would later become our musical soundtrack for the next two days. I was awed by the beauty that surrounded us, as well as that which sat beside me in the cab of the pick-up. Lee was young, almost 19. She had wavy dark hair, a beautiful angelic face, warm eyes that hid her tender loving soul, and lips that must have melted the heart of many a boy in high school. I was very lucky to be with her. In fact I couldn't help but look back over the way the whole extraordinary situation had begun...

I had met Lee on the InterNet through a chat called Piedmont. She and I used to spend hours talking and making up role-playing adventures. It wasn't until things fizzled between me and Leslie that Lee and I began to explore sexual topics more seriously. It was then that I learned she was still a virgin. She began to tell me how she was afraid to meet her love, Tim, in real life. She and Tim had also met on Piedmont, but they had yet to really meet. They were in school almost 500 miles apart and their schedules just hadn't allowed them to get together. She confided to me that she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to please him because she was so inexperienced. That is where our relationship changed. She adopted me as her teacher (I never liked that word, but she got a kick out of calling me that, so it stuck). For several months we shared fantasies and made love on the computer for hours at a time. Her imagination was incredible, as was her instinct for what was sexually stimulating and exciting. I began to doubt that she needed me at all! But then I also began to realize something else. With all her loving concern for me, always calling and checking to see that I was OK and always following up on my therapy and depression medication to make sure that I was taking it, I never thought that this might happen, but it was bound to. I was falling in love with her.

Now, as to how I got to New York to see her. It wasn't really so hard. I was beginning to write more music at this time and the copies of my locally-released tape had been circulating among friends and contacts for about a year. I got a call from a publisher in Albany in the middle of July. They wanted to negotiate with me to come out and record some music for a compilation album they were doing. After I had calmed down and accepted the offer, I also realized that I could stop in and see Lee, since she was only a few hours away. So I flew out to Albany, talked with the publisher, rented a truck, and headed up to see Lee. Simple as that.

OK, so how did this trip into the woods come about? Well, I had called Lee ahead of time (I mean, I'd love to have surprised her, but that sure would have been a waste of a trip if she hadn't been home, now wouldn't it?) and told her of my trip. She, being the wonderfully supportive woman that she is, was very happy for me, but when I suggested coming to see her, she was speechless. The thought of what would (or wouldn't) happen if we actually met was something she had never really thought about. She stuttered something about planning to go away to her family's cabin for a weekend to herself, but it seemed like a feeble excuse to avoid meeting someone she had invested so much of herself in being a friend to.

"Lee," I said, "why don't we go to the cabin and spend some time there together. I can pick you up."

There was silence.

"You know nothing would happen between us, hon," I added, to reassure her.

"I would find it very hard to resist you, Patrick," she said, nervously. "Nothing would happen if I didn't want it to...but I can't guarantee that I don't want anything to happen with you."

For the first time I was speechless. Lee Ann had always been so devoted to Tim. Suddenly I began to think that maybe this whole thing was really just a plan to seduce her.

"Maybe you're right, Lee Ann." I thought for a moment. "Could I at least stop in town and see you? Maybe take you to dinner?"

Lee agreed to that and so our plans were made. But when I got there Friday evening, something had changed. Her car had broken down and she, after a bit of dodging, asked me if I would take her to the cabin. She said her friend Alice would pick her up Sunday, but that no one else would be able to take her up that night. I agreed. Any excuse to spend just a few extra hours with her.

And that's how we got this far...

The cabin came into view after about 10 minutes on the gravel road. Not a sign of anyone for miles. I was beginning to worry about just how safe Lee would be by herself. I pulled up beside the wood and brick structure. Only when I reach the summit of the driveway did I see the true splendor of the area we were in. The cabin sat on a 1 acre lake, which was fed by a stream that rolled down from further up in the hills. The trees were thick, but there were at least three paths into the woods that I could see immediately. Sunlight pierced the canopy of trees in bright golden shafts. As Lee emerged from the truck, she stepped into one of the pools of sunlight. It greatly enhanced her already angelic qualities. She was glowing, so radiant, so heavenly...

"What's wrong, Patrick?" she asked. Her eyes sparkled with golden pinpoints.

I was at a loss for words. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I fought them down. I could not mourn over what I never had.

"Nothing, Lee. I was just thinking," was all I could muster and I grabbed her bags from the bed of the truck. I dragged them to the porch. She followed close behind with the bags of groceries we had picked up in the little town in the foothills. She searched her purse for the keys, undid the locks, and let me in.

The cabin itself could easily have been called a house. It was a two story ranch-style building, with two bedrooms upstairs and a living room, kitchen, and bathroom downstairs. The partially-covered porch extended out to the lake's edge, where there was a dock. On the dock was a small, overturned rowboat. Evidently it was used for fishing (Lee had told me on the way up that the lake was well-stocked, including an elusive bass rumored by her father to be at least 25 pounds - I had to chuckle at that one - her dad must have a lot of "one that got away" stories). About 100 feet down the shore was a peninsula that extended about 30' out into the lake. There was a huge tree there and the ground was covered with a fine layer of deep green grass.

I took her bags up to the large bedroom and then returned to help Lee stock her groceries. I wanted to prolong the time we had together, not so much to spend the most time with her, but to avoid the teary good-bye that I knew must come eventually. She had plenty for the weekend, so I didn't have to worry about that, but I did wonder about her safety. She had said she had never stayed here alone before.

"Lee Ann, honey," I said, taking the last two eggs from her and putting them into the fridge door. "I'm really worried about you staying here alone. You--."

Before I could finish, she grabbed me and held me to her, then stood up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the forehead.

"I'll be OK," she said, doing her best to reassure me.

"You're sure you won't trust me to stay?"

She nodded, though it seemed to me to be a bit hesitantly. "You just better head on back to Albany." Maybe it was really that she didn't trust herself?

That did it, the tears started, I was so hopelessly in love with this woman that I just couldn't face it anymore. I turned away from her and walked to the porch door, but she caught my arm and turned me toward her again. She buried her face against my chest and we held each other for what seemed like an hour. All I could hear was her soft breathing and the gentle rustle of the leaves outside by the dock. My tears dried on her forehead and she looked up at me. She had tear stains on her cheeks as well. 

"OK, go on," she said, sniffling, "You'd better get back to the road before it gets too dark to drive on the gravel drive."

With that I sighed in resignation and walked to the truck. She stood on the porch and watched me get in. I took one last look at her and started the truck, backed it up to turn around, and sped out of the parking area. In seconds, I was gone.

Not 30 minutes later there came knock on the porch door. Lee had changed into her plaid bathrobe and was reading her latest steamy romance novel in front of the small fire. When she heard the knock she jumped up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing her butcher knife and flipping on the outside light. She was both relieved and angered to find me waiting there for her, my luggage in hand.

"What happened?!" she exclaimed.

"You wouldn't believe me. You're going to think I planned this, but I really, honestly, truly, didn't."

She looked at me and delivered her comment deadpan. "You ran out of gas, didn't you?"

"Lee, we talked and talked and I got so caught up in being with you that I didn't even think about getting gas back in the town."

She raised the butcher knife, gesturing with it as though it were an extension of her hand. "You silly twerp!"

"Lee! The knife!" She looked at it, exasperated, and set it down on the cutting board with a crack. "I oughta castrate you for scaring me like that."

"I'm sorry, but I was still on the gravel road when it happened and it's getting ready to rain. Even if I had tried to make it to the road, it's still 10 miles to the main highway, let alone 10 more to the town. I would have been soaked! I had to come back here."

Lee looked pitifully at me, standing there with my bags in hand and dirt all over my clothes.

"You're such a mess. Come on in and take your stuff up to the other bedroom. I guess you're meant to stay here after all."

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek as I passed and headed for the stairs.

"But Patrick..."

I stopped on the second stair.

"If I find out you contrived this, I will cut your balls off. One at a time." Her face was dead serious for a moment, but then she cracked a smile. I headed on up and unpacked, laying out some decent night clothes.

When I came out of the bathroom from my cleansing shower (in my favorite red and blue bathrobe with boxer shorts underneath), Lee was lying on the couch, her book folded up against her chest. I took the book, marked her place, and set it on the coffee table. I spread the covers out over her and patted her head good night. I turned out all but the night light. Only then did I realize that it had started raining while I had been in the shower. I headed to the staircase, catching occasional flashes of distant lightning as I rose to the next floor. I opened the window of the guest room a little and left my door open to form a cross breeze (how Lee could have stood a fire I have no idea). I crawled under the covers and lay there for a long time, contemplating my life amid the roll of the thunder and the flash of its accenting lightning. How I longed for her touch, for her kiss. My hand wandered lower and I shook with anticipation...

I was so close to my climax that another second and I would have begun to come, but a sudden gasp and cry startled me out of my trance. I sat upright and listened intently. I could have sworn I heard my name. Carefully I got up and crept to the door of my room. I listened in the hallway, but there was no sound. I trod lightly on the stairs, stopping once on the way down, and again at the foot of the stairs, to listen. I heard nothing. I glanced into the living room to see if Lee was all right. I could see her bathrobe and her arms, then her legs. 'She must have thrown her covers off.' I thought. But as I moved silently closer, things became clearer to me.

I can't recall if I looked away or not. I like to think that I did, but I can't be sure. Lee was lying on the couch with her bathrobe partly open. Her breasts were pretty much in full view, shimmering in the dying firelight, lightly moist from her perspiration. Her panties were pulled down just a little, exposing just a glimpse of the dark forest between her legs. Her hand lay across the front of her underwear, her thumb tucked under the elastic and nestled among her pubic hairs.

"Oh, Lee Ann," I whispered to myself in something of a sensual gasp. The sight of her like that was so incredibly erotic to me. I realized, too, that I probably had heard my name. As, perhaps, she had heard her own from upstairs. It's possible that she heard me creaking the bed in my own self-induced throes of ecstasy and imagined what I was doing to myself in her honor. Naturally she had been aroused and had to relieve her tension as much as I had to relieve mine. I stood there, not 5 feet away, in awe of her.

I can't say what overtook me next, but it was like a force driving me. 'She can always say no,' I thought to myself. I knelt in front of the failing embers and glanced upon her beauty. Her face was one that I recognized. One of satisfaction and contentment after a fulfilling orgasm. I felt a pang of remorse at disturbing her peaceful rest, but it passed quickly as I began to raise the flaps of her bathrobe out of the way. The light from the nightlight cast a cool glow over her chest that made it appear as though it were in an old black-and-white photo. Her bosoms were lovely round globes, just the right size for clasping with an excited palm and kneading to complete arousal. Her nipples, surrounded by small dark areola, were no longer erect as they must have been minutes earlier, but they were still defined as tiny little buds that begged to be tugged at with gentle, loving teeth.

I admired her breasts while I worked up the courage. Slowly I leaned over and began to kiss one of them. Lee stirred, moaning softly. I opened my mouth more and began to stroke her breast with my tongue. I brushed to now-hardening nipple with my tongue.

"Oh God," she moaned in the softest, most aroused whisper I have ever heard. Lee's hand gently clasped the back of my neck, pulling my mouth tighter against her bosom. That forced almost her entire breast into my mouth and it was all I could do to keep moving my tongue all around its surface. As she became fully awake, she suddenly realized what was happening. She almost let out a cry of protest, but at that moment she felt my hand on hers, guiding it back to where it had been, inside her panties. She gasped instead at the sudden pleasure of feeling her fingers being rubbed over the soft tuft of her genital mound, brushing her moistening labia and stiffening clitoris. Her fingers mixing with my fingers, exploring her sex. Sensations old and new searing the center of her womanhood. With instinctive sexual responses, her hand clasped mine and forced my fingers up into her vagina. The tips of three of my digits found themselves gliding into a slippery, silky passageway that gripped them tightly. My thumb rested itself over the hood of Lee's clitoris, lifting and dropping the sensitive fold of skin. The full force of daylight was dawning on her world very quickly.

I moved my mouth to her other breast. As I did so, she slid her hand down from my neck to her hips, where she lifted her behind and pulled off her panties. I kept pumping into her mound with my fingers and I feasted on her succulent breasts, nipping as hard as I dared on her nipple with my teeth. She gasped my name out loud and thrust her hips wildly into the air. At the same time, there was a thunderclap outside. Somewhere in that moment of ecstasy, she remembered what she most loved to have me do in our fantasies on Piedmont. Without words, merely grunts and moans, she nudged my head downward, away from her breasts. Her mound came into view and I immediately became aware of what she craved. I watched as I slowly withdrew my fingers from her hot wetness. I admired the build of her body, the textbook perfection of the design of her sex. Her outer labia parting to expose her thin inner lips, which parted to reveal her waiting tunnel. The tunnel which led to her depths, to the center of her passion, her womb. Her hands spread her mound completely open and I began brushing my lips over her arousal. Her scent was so strong...it beckoned...and I plunged downward.

Lee's cry of pleasure was accompanied by another rap of thunder. The warmth and saltiness of her sex mingled with the warmth and tingling of my tongue. We each attained the height of pleasure from this act. Lee bucked and heaved her bottom against my face. As she drove herself to come, I did everything I could to her. I fondled her buttocks, so soft and smooth and round in my hands. Then I probed her anus with a wet finger tip, entering her as far as the first knuckle of my index finger. Her squirming and my probing generated so much heat within her sex that she exploded within seconds of my finger entering her. Thunder once again burst aloud as Lee's 18-year-old body bounced up and down off the couch, her muscles squeezing and thrusting all around. I could feel her ecstasy around my fingertip, which I drove further into her as she came. Wave after wave of her cream spilled out over my chin and down into the crack of her bottom. Over all this were Lee's cries of pleasure: deep, passionate cries and high squeals of excruciating sensual release. Later she told me that her own self-induced ecstasies were like drips into the ocean of that one orgasm.

I kept my chin pressed against her mound for a time while Lee rested. Rumbles outside in the distance seemed to draw closer as we rested. As soon as she caught her breath, though, I felt her tugging on my shoulders.

"Patrick, Patrick," she said softly. I moved over her, looking into her eyes and, for the first time, we kissed. Her tongue probed my mouth passionately. As we kissed, her legs spread apart further and wrapped partially around my bottom. Her hands wrapped around and brushed my head, but I held myself up with one hand as I reached down to my boxers. One of her hands followed quickly and tried to help me pull my erection out from the flap at the front of my underpants. Both our hands were on it. We broke the kiss and I lifted myself as much as I could. We both looked down at our hands, in joint custody of my penis, brushing the head against Lee's soaking mound.

"Oh, Patrick, please...now."

She removed her hand and re-embraced me around the neck. I was so hot and excited now, as was she, I just pushed the head downwards into her. It slipped in between her labia easily and I pushed forward firmly. All too late, I realized that I shouldn't have done it that way.

Lee screamed as I penetrated her. I was suddenly surrounded by the warmth of her heated, virgin sex, which gripped me tightly. I didn't move at all, but I met her gaze. Small tears had formed at the corners of her eyes. She looked at me with an expression of pained pleasure.

"Lee, I'm sorry," I whispered, nearly horrified.

"Don't stop, Patrick. It's gonna have to hurt sometime. Just make love to me."

I took her at her word. She grimaced a few times as I began to thrust back and forth, but gradually she lost any sign of discomfort and slowly began to gasp and grunt as she had when my head was buried between her legs. Her vagina clasped me more firmly than any other lover I can remember, but the sheer pleasure from this clasping worked as if to milk me of my semen.

"Oh, Lee...my God, Lee," I moaned.

Our pace quickened and Lee began to make active thrusts against me. I wasn't too deep inside her, as I think I held back just to reduce the chance of hurting her again, but that just increased our speed. I was already beginning to feel the pleasure starting to build behind my testicles. Lee was going to reach her crescendo before me, so I let her. Her vagina clasped me in pulses and she began gasping. I felt something stirring deep inside now. Suddenly she cried out:




The Cabin



"Tim! Oh God T--."

Thunder exploded outside. She realized, before she even finished her screams, that she hadn't cried out my name, but that of the person she really, truly loved. Her reaction was startling. She pushed my hips back, forcing my penis out of her. My excitement had been interrupted, but I still felt warmth flowing through me. I looked down and saw one or two small spurts of semen spew from the tip of my penis into Lee's dark forest. I looked back into her eyes. Already tears were forming. I slipped off the couch an knelt beside her.

"Lee Ann..."

"Oh Patrick, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

"Lee Ann, it's OK."

She stood up and pulled the bathrobe around her. Her sudden movements caught me off guard, so by the time I was standing, she had opened the porch door and was gone.

"Lee Ann, come back!"

I ran to the door and drew my robe around me, tying the belt. Lightning flashed around and I saw her robe trailing behind her along the lake's edge. She was running toward the peninsula.

"Lee Ann, please come back, you'll get hurt!" My voice trembled with anxiety and fear. What if something did happen to her? It would be all my fault. I had to stop her and calm her down; get her to come back in. I followed her to the lake.

When I reached the base of the peninsula, I couldn't find see her for the darkness and the driving rain. When the lightning flashed, though, I saw the tail of her robe extending from around the lake side of the tree. I started toward her. As I approached, I could hear her crying. It was all my fault...all my fault. I walked past the tree to the end of the peninsula.

I listened to her cry and sob, watching her whenever the lightning would allow me to, until she looked up and saw me there. Lightning flashed again, silhouetting me against the lake and forest beyond. Lee stood up shakily and took a few steps towards me. Lightning continued to offer us eerie glimpses of each other. She hadn't managed to close her robe around her tightly and it hung open now, showing me everything from her rain-soaked breasts and mound to the mud caked on her feet and shins. She saw my drenched hair and the mud on my feet, then my robe slipped open as well and my limp penis and scrotum, glistening with moisture from the storm, were visible to her.

Lee Ann stumbled into my arms, choking with sobs. She began apologizing over and over, then slowly dropped to the grass. I held on and knelt to the ground as well. Her exposed body pressed against me, with her breasts against my chest and her mound against my leg. I stroked her hair and brushed her face, trying to get her to look into my eyes. Finally, as I slid my hand behind her head and turned her to face me, our eyes were able to make contact.

"Lee Ann, it's all right. I understand. I should never have gone to you on the couch. Hell, I should never have come to see you at all. I knew something would happen if I came out here. I knew all along."

Her lower lips wavered as she tried to speak. "Y-you don't understand, Patrick. You just haven't gotten it, have you?"

"I don't know what you mean, Lee."

Her eyes grew in frustration. "God dammit, Patrick Donovan! Don't you understand? I love you! I love you so much!" she cried, her last words quavering into a new series of sobs as she buried herself against my chest once again.

I was shocked. I had been so concerned for myself through this that I hadn't even thought that she could have fallen in love with me. She had always been so firm to remind me of Tim that I never gave her feelings a second thought. But now things were beginning to make sense. I only had one question.

"Lee, why did you call out --."

"I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about Tim. I've been falling for you for a long time and I was worried about what I would tell Tim if I decided to end it with him. That's why I was coming up here this weekend. That's why I didn't want you to stay. I needed to think and make a decision. But when we started making love, I -- I got confused."

I hugged her close to me and kissed her on the cheek. "Lee, I'm not upset about that, I understand now. There's no need to cry." I brushed her tears away and kissed where they had been. She did the same for my tears and then pressed her lips against mine. Lightning flashed and thunder clattered.

Lee pushed me backwards into the thick, wet grass. Her whole body glistened in flashes of light. In the darkness between them I felt her climbing on top of my body. Her breasts brushed smoothly over my chest and against my face. I groped for them with my hands and mouth, catching them and suckling passionately. Then she pulled her chest away as she fully mounted me.

I felt her mound as it settled against my genitals. Her warmth began spreading out and my arousal began. My penis stirred and began to stiffen. Lee felt it growing against her sex and started to gyrate against it. My hands went to her hips and buttocks, clasping them firmly. I lifted her hips a bit and that allowed my penis to slip into the slit of her sex. Lightning flashed to reveal her sex descending over mine. I felt her heat swallowing me and I moaned, which echoed loudly throughout the hollow. My hands clutched the firm spheres of her bottom as she pushed hard against me, driving my erection further inside herself. Finally she sat up and removed her soaking bathrobe. Then another flash revealed her to be arched back as I was penetrating her, her breasts jutting out with taught nipples thrust high in the air. She grunted as her tight vagina gave to allow me as far in as I could go at the time. We started to move together. After a few moments of shifting and adjusting during our thrusts, we began a steady rhythm. Our eyes met when the rhythm started and we rarely broke the gaze from that moment to the final climax.

The storm, however, hadn't abated. Rain poured down all around us, the torrent reduced as it fell on us solely by the presence of the peninsula tree. But even that was a strong shower, with droplets and trails falling from Lee's hair onto my chest or my face. Rivulets cascaded down her smooth back and around the ridges of her spine to its base, then flowed down through the cleft of her buttocks, between her globes, over her anus and perineum, then poured down over the base of my penis and fell from my scrotum to the ground below our bodies.

Lee's pace grew steadily and our friction began to open her tunnel even more. She felt the head of my penis touch her inside. Then again. Then again. She cried out across the lake every time it contacted her cervix. That was what she had been driving for and now it was happening.

"Patrick! Patrick!" she cried out as her release built, stacking upwards to a crescendo that would complete our symphony of passion.

Her hips ground into me as her muscles began to take over with their automatic response. Her breathing became staggered and she started gasping. I felt her vagina gripping me like a vise, pulsing, clenching, trying to force me to come.

But I didn't need the coaxing. Lee's slick and silky walls surrounded my erection. I felt a building and pulsing in my own loins and I started to lift Lee from the wet ground. Our gazes were still locked and we pumped and drove to the final moments.

"Oh, Patrick!" she screamed. She broke her gaze for just a moment to throw her head back as the ecstasy of orgasm swept over her and forced her back and neck muscles to contract. She convulsed again, feeling herself tighten around the unfamiliar shape buried within her genitals. It butted her cervix once more and she screamed again, regaining control of her muscles and boring her gaze into my mind. The warmth began to fill her.

Tears were beginning to flow uncontrollably from my eyes (as they did from hers, only I was unaware of it) as I reached the final moment. An explosion of adrenaline drove my hips to incredible speeds as the pulsing began. It started near my buttocks, then I felt it in my perineum, then it flowed through my testicles, and finally I felt it in the base of my penis. I lifted Lee off the ground and held her there.

(The storm exploded into its full fury at that moment, lightning flashing and thunder roaring and clapping steadily as we reached our peaks...)

Lee felt my semen as it struck her inside. The full force of my love for her erupted with it and she knew...she knew at that moment that it was more than the mechanics of sex we were experiencing. She knew that it was more that simple male orgasm, more than reproduction. It was passion and love. I was spilling my love inside her and she could feel it embracing her, holding her securely, enshrouding her soul.

Then the second spurt came.

"Oh, Patrick!"

Then I thrust and the third one spilled out near the entrance of her vagina.

"Lee Ann, dear God Lee Ann!"

The fourth spurt was once again against the gateway to her womb.

"Uhhh, uh, oh! Patrick...love you...love you so much."

The last two or three spurts were much weaker, managing only to dribble out the tip of my manhood, but the pleasure was no less intense.

"Lee Ann...so beautiful...love you...so beautiful."

By now we were both so lost in our ecstasy that we didn't care anymore. Our worlds were joined for this short time and we didn't want to lose it. I remained inside her.

We were both crying, tears and emotions pouring out as she collapsed her firm breasts against my bare, wet chest. My hands automatically clasped around her back and hers held my shoulders. We lay like that, joined though drained, for nearly half-an-hour. It didn't matter that we were soaked, that our bodies were totally drained of everything but our newly-recognized love for each other, that a terrible thunderstorm raged all around us. All that matter was that we were joined and had shared our bodies together and that part of me, forever and always, would remain inside of Lee Ann, no matter what happened to us.

The storm began to subside during that thirty minutes of peace and tranquility that we shared. As we regained our strength, we wrapped ourselves in our robes (Lee had thrown hers half-way into the lake) and trudged back along the shoreline to the cabin. We each took a shower, then hung up our clothes to dry in the kitchen. It was bout 3am when Lee finally crawled into the large bed in the master bedroom of the cabin. She curled up with me, her soft breasts pressed firmly against my chest and her head lying against my outstretched arm. My arm lay down her side and my hand was draped over her bare buttock. The world faded and we fell asleep, but awoke the next morning in the same position.

We didn't have to move to look out the window. We already knew it was a bright, clear, sunny day outside. It was the first of two clear and sunny days, weather-wise and otherwise. It was the first of two days of soul-searching and incredible passion and loving. And it was the first day of many, many days together with an angel named Lee Ann... 

END



The Cabin



We finally were getting away by ourselves for a weekend of solitude. From the pictures of the cabin I found online it appeared that there would be nobody for miles. As we drove up the mountain road we passed only one other cabin on the way to the rental. We arrived at the cabin which was exactly what I had expected. It was small one room cabin with a wood stove. The bed was close enough to the fire making it the perfect setting for a romantic evening. It was deep in the woods and rustic yet very comfortable. There was a large pile of wood on the porch to ensure a blazing fire all night long. This was a good thing because it began to snow heavily shortly after arriving. 

It couldn't have been more romantic. We shared a bottle of wine by the blazing fire as we looked out at the falling snow. As we kissed I could taste the wine on your lips. My hand began to gently caress your breasts through your turtle neck and could feel your nipples harden in response. As things became more heated you suggested we move things to the bed. I watched as you slowly undressed, revealing your stunning body. Thoughts of how I wanted to please you ran through my mind as I removed my clothes and we climbed into the bed which was only feet from the raging fire.

My lips met yours again and we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing in and out of each others mouth. Lowering myself to your breasts I began to kiss and fondle your nipples. Your nipples were rock hard in response to the pleasure of my tongue and mouth. I moved lower, kissing my way down your stomach as continued to play with your breasts. I finally arrived between your legs, kissing your thighs and slowly moving down to your shaved pussy. I finally was there. My tongue slid across your sensitive clit and I felt you move in response. I flicked my tongue gently over your clit as you closed your eyes and lay back on the bed.

I have always loved licking your pussy. The softness, the taste, it was unbelievable and always made me rock hard. I began to lick your lips up and down and noticed that you were already quite wet. My tongue slowly entered you and moved up and down over your clit. I could feel your breathing increase as I licked and sucked on your clit. As I continued licking you my hands explored your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples. I could tell you were in another world as I made love to your pussy with my mouth. 

We were lost in the moment, me licking you faster and faster when the sound of a knock on the door brought us back to reality. Who could possibly be knocking on the door, we were miles from anywhere and there was only the one cabin we passed down the road. You told me I shouldn't open the door but I was concerned that maybe something was wrong and the person needed help or something. 

I went to the window next to the door to see who was there and saw two men standing on the porch. 

"Can I help you", I asked through the door.

"Sorry for bothering you, we just arrived at our cabin down the road and realized after getting there that we have no matches or a lighter to start a fire with. Would it be possible to get a match from you?

The men seemed pretty normal looking and I decided to help them out. I welcomed them in out of the driving snow and told them I would find a match. What I hadn't even considered, probably due to the buzz, was that you were sitting right in the same room, in bed. 

"Whoa, looks like we're interrupting you guys."

That's when it hit me that you were laying right there naked in bed. I mumbled something about it being ok and searched for the matches. After finding them I turned to see both men looking in your direction. 

"Here you go" I said as I offered the matches to one of the guys.

As I got closer I could smell a strong odor of alcohol on their breath.

I handed the one guy the matches and went to the door to let them out.

"Well there you go, you guys are set, have a good evening" I mentioned as I opened the door.

The two stood there for a moment staring at you in bed and I again said something to get them to leave. I couldn't stand there with the door open because the cold and snow were coming in. I closed the door most of the way and this time spoke in a louder more forceful town.

"Ok gentleman, time to go"

To my shock one of the guys said, "Well, its not like we have to be anywhere"

I said "Yeah you do, it's time to leave", my voice becoming louder.

I saw one guy turn and whisper something to his friend and was ready to grab one of them and show them to the door when they turned to me and said, 

"We're not ready to leave just yet"

"Excuse me", I responded.

With that I stepped toward one of the guys to grab him by the arm and the other guy pulled a gun from his waste.

"Sit down Mister" the guy with the gun instructed.

I didn't know what to do, part of me wanted to rush the guy with the gun but his friend was in the way. I looked over to you and saw the scared look on your face.

I tried to reason with the guys, telling them they should just leave now and nothing would come of it. I explained that we wouldn't call the police or tell anybody.

The guy with the gun began to laugh out loud.

"Well Mister, we'll leave, but nor before we have a little fun. It looks like your wife is all heated up and ready for a real man."

I decided I had to try something so I pushed the one guy out of the way and went for the guy with the gun. As soon as I had taken a step toward the guy he pointed the gun right at me and said, 

"We can do this without you getting shot, it's your choice."

I again looked at you and saw the fear in your face.

"Tie him up Mike", said the guy with the gun, we don't need him interfering.

The one guy held the gun on me as the other guy tied me to the chair in the corner. After making sure I couldn't move at all they turned their attention to you. I felt so helpless as I watched these two men walk over to the bed. You pulled the covers up in an effort keep them from seeing anything but they easily pulled them down and away from you, revealing your stunning body.

"Holy shit Mike, we hit the jackpot on this one"

I watched as you shook your head no as the two approached you, climbing onto the bed. One guy grabbed your legs to hold you still while the other guy moved higher up toward your head. The guy there placed his hand on your head, grabbing your hair and pulled your face to his. His mouth covered yours as he aggressively kissed you. You tried to pull away but he held your head tight. I could see him force his tongue into your mouth, forcing it open, then drive his tongue deep into your mouth.

As the one guy was forcibly kissing you the other guy had climbed between your naked thighs. I watched in horror as he lowered his face between your legs. I could tell he found your pussy by the soft moan from your mouth as the first guy continued to forcibly kiss you.

I struggled to get free but it was no use, the guy had tied me too well. All I could do was watch, helplessly as the two men had there way with you. 

As the guy between your legs began to lick your lips and clit, the guy that had been kissing you stood and undid his belt. I could hear you saying "No" as I watched in agony as he dropped his pants to the ground revealing a bulging cock under his briefs. He then dropped those and his cock sprang out. It was only semi hard but was already about 7 inches long. 

You continued to struggle against the guy between your legs as he held you and licked and sucked your clit. The other guy now kneeled on the bed and straddled your face, pinning your arms down under his legs. He held your hair with one hand and guided his cock toward your mouth with the other. I saw you shake your head no as his cock got closer to your lips.

"Now don't do anything stupid like bite down lady or your husband over there will regret the day he was born, understand!"

You turned your head my way to see me tied and unable to move. I could see the look in your face and I gave you a look as best I could that told you things will be ok.

The man placed his cock at your lips and instructed you to open your mouth. At first you refused but he again told you to cooperate or else. I watched in agony as your pretty mouth opened to accept this stranger's cock, his hand still holding you by the hair. I could see there was already some pre-cum on the tip of his cock as you opened slightly. 

He pushed the tip of his cock inside your mouth and forced your mouth wider by doing so. He began to slowly slide his cock in and out of your mouth. By the fire light I could see your saliva coating his cock. It began to grow even larger now, reaching a length that had to be 9 inches. It was so painful to watch this animal force my wife to suck his cock, to degrade her right in front of me.

As the one guy was forcing you to suck his cock the other man was licking your pussy faster and harder. I was horrified as I watched the two strangers use you, utterly unable to do a damn thing about it. Then I heard something I will never forget. It was faint, but I was sure I heard it. A soft moan came from your lips in response to the guy licking your pussy. My disbelief was confirmed when the guy with his cock in your mouth told his friend, "Did you hear that, she's enjoying herself."

I couldn't believe it. Here was my wife being forced to suck a stranger's cock as his friend forcibly ate her pussy and she was enjoying it? This wasn't happening I told myself, there was no way this was happening.

Again my disbelief was confirmed as I watched your hips actually respond to the guy between your legs. Your hips began to move very slowly up and down as he sucked and licked your clit. My head was spinning and I felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach.

I watched as the man between your legs stood up and removed his pants. He was going to fuck you and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was surprised to see that this guy's cock was actually quite small. In a weird sort of way that was a relief, in fact, I almost felt sorry for him in a weird kind of way because of his small size. 

Any momentary relief was shattered by the fact that I saw you open your legs as he climbed onto the bed. It was obvious you had given up the fight. I figured maybe you had resigned yourself to the fact that it was going to happen and that putting up a fight may just get us seriously hurt. But this was something different. It seemed that you weren't simply allowing them to have their way with you, now you were beginning to enjoy what they were doing to you. My heart sank. 

I watched as the man placed his cock at the entrance to your pussy. He held his cock and rubbed the head up and down your lips. I could see your wetness lubricate the tip of his cock and then saw him slowly guide it into your warm, wetness. As it sank deep inside you my heart sank even deeper.

I stared in disbelief as it slid back out and was soaked with your juices. He started to slide it in and out and faster and faster now. As he pumped deep into you I could make out the muffled sounds coming from your mouth which still had the other guy's cock in it. They were clearly moans, there was no question about it now. 

The guy fucking your mouth stopped for a moment to watch his buddy screw you. My mind was a blur as I saw you look down and watch the guy's cock moving in and out. You seemed mesmerized by everything that was happening. Then I saw something that made my blood boil. After watching his cock fuck you hard for a moment you actually pulled your arms free and reached for the cock that had only moments earlier been violating your mouth. You pulled it closer and began to suck it deep into your mouth. Your hand was pumping the shaft as you worked it past your lips. I was beside myself.

Through all of this I hadn't noticed something. My cock was rock hard. The guy who you were sucking noticed it though.

"Hey look, hubby is enjoying what he's watching. He's actually hard watching his wife being fucked by real men" 

The two laughed at my predicament. I was tied to the chair, unable to move, and my cock was standing straight up.

"Should we let him have a turn", the one guy said to his buddy.

"Yeah, I know exactly what we should do, make him clean up our little mess when we're done"

I looked over at you and you were staring at my cock. I was so ashamed I wanted to die right there. I was actually rock hard at the sight of my own wife being gang banged by two monsters. The look on your face is something that will burn in my memory for eternity. You actually smiled a bit at the guy's comment about me being forced to clean up. Then you went back to feverously sucking his cock.

The guy whose cock you were sucking mentioned to his buddy that he wanted some too. They suggested you climb onto your knees and you did so, almost inviting them to do this. 

The guy with the larger cock lay down on the bed and you climbed on top of him without even being told. The other guy with the smaller cock got behind you and rubbed his cock over the opening to your ass. I watched in horror as you actually reached down and guided the guy on bottom's cock into your pussy. You then leaned forward, presenting your ass to the guy on his knees behind you. He spit into his hand and lubricated his cock and placed at your pink spot. 

To my dismay, he easily slid his cock into your ass. The two began pumping into your pussy and ass in unison. I think the thing that hurt the most happened next. I saw you lean down, open your mouth and kiss the guy on bottom. There was no turning back, you were in ecstasy as the cocks thrust into you one after another. I wanted to turn away but I couldn't. I watched as you kissed the guy with open mouth kiss, your tongue meeting his, then diving deep into his mouth, searching for his tongue. With that, I shoot my load without even touching my cock.

As I sat there, my own cum dripping down my stomach the two were getting close to cumming. They each announced that they were almost there as they thrust deeper and faster into your ass and pussy. I couldn't believe this guy was going to cum inside you run protected womb. I shouted that he doesn't have a condom on, don't let him do this, pull yourself away, but you refused. You kissed the guy more passionately than before and moaned as the two reached their climax. I could see the guy in back tense up and I knew he was shooting his load into your ass. This was followed by the guy on bottom pulling your ass you him so he could shoot his seed deep inside your baby making pussy.

With one last thrust I knew he had done it. He had shot his entire load of sticky cum deep inside you. As they climbed off of you I watched as you collapsed on the bed, completely satisfied. 

One of the guys came over to me and untied me while the other held the gun aimed at me. He instructed me to go over to the bed and clean up. I hesitated and he backhanded me. I knew I had no chance with these guys because they were armed. I got up and went to your side. You turned and lay on your back and opened your legs. 

I looked down between your legs and saw a huge glob of cum oozing out of your swollen pussy. I saw another stream of cum leaking from your ass. I could not believe my ears when I heard you tell me to do as they said. Here was my own wife siding with these two men. The men told me again to get down there and clean. I moved between your legs and my faced neared your pussy. The smell was unbelievable, strong and musky. I began to back away and felt the gun at my side.

With that I knew I had no choice. I lowered my mouth and stuck out my tongue. As it touched the glob of cum I could taste a mix of you and him. Both your juices were mixed and I was licking it up. You placed your hands on my head and pulled me closer. I buried my tongue inside your used pussy and more cum filled my mouth. I was so ashamed, so humiliated. The guys laughed and I even heard you chuckle a little at the sight. After I had cleaned your pussy I was instructed to then clean up your ass. I continued licking and sucking until all the cum had been swallowed. I fell onto the bed completely defeated by these two men. 

As I rolled over on the bed I saw that the men had already dressed. They thanked you for a wonderful time and left. I told you I needed to go rinse my mouth out and you pulled me back between your legs, guiding me head downward. Apparently I had missed a drop.



The Cabin



The drive out of town was taking forever. Friday afternoon and the whole world was on the road. The week was finished and the vacation begun. "Seven days all to myself," I think, as I cruise down the highway. No clients, no bosses, no problems, only the sun and nature to nurture my over-worked mind. The last few months have been filled with hard work, long hours and little time for play. Now it's my time. The cabin at the lake is just the prescription I need to regenerate and regain my balance. 

The traffic on the highway gradually clears out the farther I drive from the city. The clear blue sky and bright sun works wonders for my mood; relaxing and easing away the every day stress. Exiting the highway and turning down the tree lined country road just increases my excitement to get to the cabin. Slowing to watch for my turn, the quiet of the woods caresses my mind. 

The drive through the woods ends in a small glade warmed by the afternoon sun. Light dappling the log walls of the cabin, the startled gleam reflecting off the huge windows then sprinkling across the open drive in front, the flat gray stones mottled in alternating shade and soft light. Small open areas taken over by wild flowers mark colorful patches along the front of the cabin and wrap the sides to disappear to the back. Parking the car in the front, stretching from the long drive I inhale the incredible scent of clean air; air that smells of the wind and the sun. Leaves on the trees and blossoms; so natural and just right. I feel the world fall away as I begin to relax into my surroundings. Pulling only my overnight bag from the car, I make my way to the door, unlocking it and entering the quiet great room.

This room never fails to take my breath. Looking up I face an entire wall of glass; overlooking first the deck; gradually the land falls away to treetops and the vast valley beyond. In the failing afternoon light the shadows dance with the light wind. Tearing my gaze from the beauty of the view and moving to the bedroom, I drop my bag and head back out to the car for more supplies. Groceries and staples from the store go into the kitchen and on the last trip out for wood for the fireplace I notice a figure emerging from the woods along the drive. Standing and watching as he approaches the front of the house, I wonder who would be out this far from anything. Tall and solidly built he walks with the ease of a woodsman along the uneven drive. Dressed in jeans, flannel shirt, boots and light vest for the weather changes, he stops at a respectful distance, smiles and raises his hand in greeting. "Hello, you must be Gina. I'm Russell Nelson. My sister Mandy is the realtor who takes care of your cabin. She knew you were coming today and wanted me to open up the house for you. She sent me to take care of anything that you might need."

"Hello, Russell, pleased to meet you, and thanks for stopping to help. I just got here myself, so I haven't done much but bring in a few things. I thought I would get some wood for the fireplace. Won't you please come in and I'll make us some coffee." 

"I'd enjoy that, thanks," he says, "but let me get that wood for you. And call me Russ, please." With that said he stacks up several logs, hefts them easily and steps in the front door. I grab a couple of logs myself and follow him into the house. Stacking the logs on the hearth, he takes my bundle from my arms, smiling as he piles them on top. I move to the kitchen and rummage in the grocery sack for coffee and filters as he enters finds the pot and fills it with water. I can't help but wonder about this man. "Thoughtful, considerate and helpful…hmmmmm" filters quickly through my mind.

Turning to me, leaning back against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest, he watches as I put away supplies and food. "I came by early this morning, cleaned and filled the hot tub. It should be up to temp by now." As I turned to face him, I caught him checking out my ass. His eyes roam up my body, up to my chest and then up to my eyes. Smiling I leaned back against the refrigerator, letting the solid cool surface, calm and balance me. I let my eyes wander over him, taking in his dark curly hair, solid handsome features, gray eyes that pull you into their depths. His broad chest dips to a slim waist and hips, solid firm legs visible in tight jeans. My minds eye sees his taut ass even before he turns to open the sliding glass door to the deck. Looking back over his shoulder, smiling, "Come, check it out." he says and steps out to the deck. Pushing out from the refrigerator, I gather my senses, surprised at the excitement this man has created and cross the kitchen to the door. 

Stepping out onto the deck, the cooling evening air washes over me. The change in temperature though moderate cause my nipples to tighten. They begin to push against the fabric of my bra and t-shirt. As I walk to the far side of the deck, Russ watches my journey with interest. My thoughts clear with the clean fresh air and I decide to see where this encounter will go. "I'll just show you the basics so you can soak and relax tonight," he says as I reach the side of the tub. "Of course, if you need to know anything else, you can just call and I'll stop by". 

Turing to face him, I ask, "Do you spend this much time with all your sister's clients?" I think my question caught him by surprise as he dips his head then chuckles. 

"No" came his answer, "not usually. When I first saw you out front, I was so taken that I decided then and there I had to know you better. Is that all right? May I have the honor of learning more about you?"

"Depends" I answer. 

"On what?" he responds and looks up into my eyes.

"On whether or not you'll have dinner with me tonight?" Looking deep into his beautiful gray eyes, I see his smile before it reaches his mouth. Genuine delight lights up his eyes as his sexy lips spread into a wide grin.

"I will need to go by my place and clean up. I'll bring back some wine if you like? Do you need me to bring back anything else?

"Just a good appetite, the wine, and, of course, yourself." I blush as I think about what might result from this evening. Too many weeks of nothing but work has me excited for some fun. "Can you be back in about 2 hours?"

"I'll be here" Russ says and before he turns to go, lifts his hand and runs his fingertips softly up my arm, from the wrist to the shoulder. The touch sends a tingle through my body and judging from the look on his face, the tingle runs up his as well. That brief touch is just a promise of more to come. Watching him walk back through the cabin to the front, I wonder again where this will lead. Taking the steaks out to marinate and making a quick salad; gathering tableware and candles and laying wood for a fire; all I accomplish in no time, leaving plenty of time for a hot shower.

As I turn the shower lever to hot and watch the steam begin to cloud the bath, my mind drifts to thoughts of candle light and soft music, dancing close and being held in strong arms. Shaking my head to clear the image, I reach out for the body wash and soft cloth, lathering and rubbing up my legs and thighs. My hands drift upwards across my tummy and chest, caressing and cupping my breasts, slipping up and along my sides and then up my arms. Sliding slippery hands down my arm and then lower to my hips, my hands glide slowly towards my center. With fingertips pointed down, they slip lower and lower until I reach that close trimmed patch of silky soft red hair. My fingers glide over and through the softness as they search, seek, and find that opening. They slip in so easily and I can feel my excitement start to grow. I allow one finger to enter into the warm depths, to briefly test the waters. Yes, I am definitely excited. Letting the hot water splash over me, rinsing and soothing me, I grab my razor and shave my legs to silky smoothness, lather on extra rich moisturizer and with a quick rinse I'm done. The steam and heat have left their mark. The mirrors are clouded and my muscles softened. Wrapping myself in a soft towel I head off to the bedroom to pick out an enchanting outfit.

Not really having planned for romantic evenings, I choose deep Forest Green silk pajamas pants that ride low on my hips. The matching top has string straps that tie at the shoulders and does not quite reach to my waist leaving bare midriff to peek out. Slipping bare feet into black strap sandals, I head back into the bathroom, cleared now of steam and brush my hair into a gleaming mass of copper waves, small touches of makeup and a dab of my favorite perfume. Looking into the mirror I can't help but think that I look pretty hot tonight!

As I light candles in the great room and slip some CDs into the player, I glance at the clock and realize that Russ should be back any time now.

As the soft refrains of Bob Seger begins to fill the room, there is a knock at the door. "Right on time", I think, as my breath catches in my throat and I cross the room. Opening the door I watch for his reaction and I am rewarded with a widening of his eyes, and quick curve of a smile that spreads to a wide grin. My eyes take in his tight black jeans. His midnight blue shirt accentuates his dark hair, framing his face and lighting his beautiful eyes. The sight of him sends a tingle through me. A quickening of breath and a tightening low in my body pushes me to step up to him. Close but not touching, looking up into his eyes as he reaches for me, leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. The moment is electric, my lips caressing his as he leans in pressing my lips hard. His arms enclose me, pulling me tight. I can feel his heart beating like crazy against my chest. My eyes flutter closed as the kiss deepens and my hands begin their journey up his back to broad shoulders. Sliding them back down I caress taut ass cheeks enclosed in tight jeans. His hands roam easily down my back and along my sides, slipping to the front and cupping my breasts. With only a thin piece of silk between his hands and my breasts, the touch is exquisite. I arch my back, pressing, offering soft breasts into his hands. His large hands easily cover my breasts; the hard nipples nestled between his fingers. Caressing, finger tips circling my nipples I wiggle in his hands. My hands respond slipping to the front and sliding down the front of strong thighs. Pressing my hands hard against his thighs, I pull back, looking up and taking his hand in mine leading the way into the main room. We both stop to catch our ragged breaths, smiling at each other, both surprised by the passion of our greeting.

"Should I open the wine?" Russ whispers, his voice low and husky. 

"Yes, please" was my answer in a voice equally hushed. "I'll put the steaks on the grill. We can sit out on the deck while they cook." Gathering steaks and wine glasses, the open bottle of wine in his hand, we step out into the cool night. While the steaks grill, we sip wine and talk, getting to know each other. Likes and dislikes discussed as the cooking time passes swiftly. Gathering and moving back inside, dinner continues with conversation and laughter, soft looks and quick touches. Finishing up, gathering dishes and clean up was done in no time. "Bring the rest of the wine and let's start a fire!" I say, smiling at the double meaning of my words. 

As Russ lights the wood in the fireplace, I pull out a couple of throw pillows and toss them to the rug in front of the hearth. Dropping to the floor and tucking my legs under me I reach out a hand to his and pull him down to my side. He folds gracefully and stretches out long legs pulling me to his lap. As I nestle into him I can feel his excitement growing rapidly. His arms enfold me, pressing me tightly to his chest, his lips nibbling and kissing. His whisper reaches my ear, "Gina, you are an incredible woman. More exciting than anyone I met in so long. I want you so much." 

Hearing need and desire in his whisper, I turn my head to kiss along his cheek, down his neck and back across to the hollow at his center. Flicking out my tongue, laying it flat and licking up slow, up and over his chin, taking his lips in mine, I pull him into my mouth. Pressing hard, opening and sucking his tongue into the wet depths of my mouth. Holding his tongue hard in my mouth I suck. Then slipping his tongue out, I kiss and nibble as I writhe in his lap. His hands caressing and roaming all over my body, touching and rubbing every inch as he turns me to face him, straddling his legs. Sliding his hands down my back to my waist and below, his fingers slip under the silk at my hips and descend to my ass, gripping and kneading me. My hips shifting and moving I wiggle in his lap, his hard cock bulges and strains against his jeans. I slip my hands to the band at the waist, flick open the button and take the zipper in between my finger and thumb and tug it slow and easy, zippppppp, it slides down and I press the jeans open and wide. A huge cock pops out, throbbing and twitching in the air, tapping against his tummy. Rocking forward, I press his cock between soft silk and hard abs, holding and pressing. The groan that escapes his lips reverberates from deep in his chest. Rocking back and forth, sensuously stroking his cock with silk, "Ahhh, that feels so good," is all he can say. As I move on him, my excitement grows, my breath quickening, moisture between my legs wetting the silk of my pants. Wet silk pushed up inside me, rubbing my clit. The pressure kept tight by his rock solid cock. 

"Lay me back, Russ, I want to feel you between my legs." Hands at my waist and drawing his legs up under him, lifting me up and back, rolling me to the floor, Russ gently leans over me, kissing my lips and licking along my neck. Hovering above me, balanced on his arms, his hands beside my breasts, pushing my legs apart with his knee and then pressing his hard cock to my silken clad crotch. "Oh my god, you feel so big pressed against me, so hard and ready." I gasp out as waves of sensation flow up and out of my pussy. 

Russ rises back up to his knees and then rocks back to stand, slipping tight jeans down his hips, over his knees and off at the ankles, stepping out and kicking them aside. His cock stands straight out twitching and throbbing, ready for action. Dropping again to his knees, his fingers grasp the waist of my pants and tug them down, exposing me to his eyes. I reach down and raise the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head, toss it to the side. Naked to his eyes, I watch as the grey color deepens and the lids flutter. I watch as his breath catches and hear a long deep moan as he lowers his lips to my mound. His tongue begins to flick and lick, wetting me as he dips lower to slide between the folds, wet and slick. Another groan as his tongue gets its first taste and then begins to flick and lick rapidly. Wrapping his mouth around my entire pussy, his tongue plunges into me and begins its rapid assault in and out. Gasping for air, the sensations of his tongue and lips making me writhe under him. His hands holding me fast at my hips, as I thrust uncontrollably up and into him. His tongue drives me to the brink. My orgasm builds fast and hard, it explodes over me and I cry out, "Oh yesssssssssss, Russ, I'm cummmmmmmmmming. My body shudders and trembles uncontrollably in his hands. My muscles go soft and limp as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

I hear his groan and feel him move, slipping from between my legs, sliding up and over my sweat glistened body. I pull him to me, kissing and licking over his neck and face. Our lips locked in a deep kiss. Pressing hard and full of passion, tongues dancing and dueling in and out of each others mouths. Breaking the kiss, I run my lips across his neck to lick up and over his ear lobe, slipping it in and sucking softly. Releasing it, I whisper soft and low, "Russ, I want your cock inside me, now. Turn me over, please and take me from behind."

A long low growl escapes from his throat as I feel his hands grasp my waist, flipping me over to my tummy. Rising up to my knees, Russ pulls over a pillow and nestles it under my chest. My head lowers and turning to look over my shoulder, I watch as he smiles, leans in to kiss my neck and pulls my hips to him. I reach down, wrap my hand over his swollen cock and center him to me; rubbing him up and down my wet slit, slicking him and pressing him to my opening. "Ahhhhhh, yessssssss," he growls and pushes his long shaft hard and deep, burying it with one thrust. "Oh, you are so wet and tight!" he cries out as he drives deep into me. Holding my hips tight, buries deep inside, he grinds into me.

As I push back against him, a small whimper escapes my throat. "Oh my god, Russ, you feel so big inside me." As he slowly slips his cock up and almost out, my breath catches knowing his length will once more fill me; rubbing against the walls of my pussy, hitting the back wall, filling me. And he plunges in again, taking me deep. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, yess, Russ, don't stop, please don't stop!" I scream in pleasure. Russ begins to move on me slowly, in and out, thrusting fully and hard and pulling out slow and easy, then taking it deep again. As his thrusts increase and his rhythm builds, I can feel my clit throbbing as his hard cock slips against it with every thrust. His hips flex upwards and his cock rubs my G-spot on the outstroke. My hips begin to shift and shake barely in control, matching his rhythm, meeting each thrust. I can feel his cock grow incredibly larger within me, swelling and even harder than before. I reach behind me and caress his balls and I'm rewarded by his groans.

"I'm not going to last much longer. You are so incredible, so hot, I'm going to explode in your hot cunt!" He growls as he slams into me again and again, pounding and hammering hard. Building towards orgasm, my muscles begin their work. Tighten…..release…..tighten….release. Squeezing and gripping, they begin to milk his cock. Russ cries out, "Oh my god, that is absolutely the most phenomenal feeling, please don't stop…because…I can't." My pussy begins to convulse, gripping and clamping down; holding his cock hard as I fly over the edge and the pleasure takes me. "Here it comes, baby" Russ screams as he thrusts hard and holds, shooting rope after rope of hot creamy cum. I can feel it hitting the back wall and washing back down over his cock, slicking him. Pull out slightly and thrusting again, I feel another spurt of cum hit me. And again my muscles grip and pull another spurt. As we both gasp for air, chests heaving, I fall forward on to the rug, pulling him still inside me to the floor. Rolling to his side, holding my back to his chest, we lay joined, spent. Basking in this wonderful moment, we drift off to dream. 6 more days in the cabin.



The Cabin



A beautiful fall day greets me as I look out the kitchen window. The trees are starting to turn from yellow to scarlet. There is a crispness in the air that prompts one to reach for the warmer clothing that has been tucked away all summer. 

I start my journey via car to get to the mountain a few miles away. It's grandeur evident as I approach it, covering the horizon in front of me. Parking the car in a secluded spot, I begin walking. The mountain looks so big and yet there are trails that are gradual for climbing. Every now and then I stop and look back from where I have come. My car grows more distant while the view becomes more breathtaking. 

Not having grown up close to mountains, I find their beauty even more special. Each time I come here I find new wonders to behold, the mountain and it's inhabitants ever changing. The wild flowers of spring, the glorious lush green canopy of summer and now the rainbow of color from the arrival of fall. The animals scramble at my approach, but even they are changing, growing thicker coats to sustain them throughout the cold, harsh winter. Squirrels chatter at me while they continue to tuck away their winter stores.

My destination is a small cabin tucked quietly into the side of the mountain on a small plateau. As I walk, I still marvel at how a tree can root itself into the incline and grow so large and tall. There are several trees surrounding the cabin, protecting it. A rope swing hangs from a massive branch of a maple that allows me to swing out over the edge of the plateau, giving me that slight feeling of soaring.

The excitement builds in me as I near my destination. I feel at peace in this place, so close to nature. The screech of a peregrine falcon pierces the air alerting the others of my return, I smile in spite of myself. Seeing the cabin in the distance, my pace quickens. 

Arriving, my first instinct is to open the cabin door to make sure all is in order. It is much as I left it, very rustic and yet comfortable to a degree. My eye catches a vase of flowers on the wooden table. Approaching it cautiously, I find a card attached. It reads, "What took you so long?" Mystified, my eyes glance around the cabin to find the giver, but none exist. 

Feeling nervous I head back to the door. Exiting the cabin I see a man sitting in the rope swing carelessly looking out over the edge. 

I hear a voice saying, "What took you so long?"

I know it is the giver of the flowers. Approaching him, none too sure of myself, my curiosity won't allow me to leave. 

I am standing behind the man when he rises from the swing to face me. There is a smile on his face which calms me slightly. 

Questions spring from me, asking him, "How did you know I would be here?" "How did you know about the cabin?" "Who are you?" 

He assures me it was mere coincidence that we happened along at the same time. He was just an earlier riser on this day and saw me coming. He confessed that he himself comes to this same cabin on occasion and had seen me here in the past but did not want to interrupt my peaceful excursion, so he had left... until today.

My next question, "Why today?" 

His reply was simply, "Because there is a part of me that wants to share this beauty with someone." 

He asked, "Would you be so kind as to share this day with me, enjoying the mountain?" 

Dumbfounded, the words roll from my mouth with ease, "Yes, I would like that." 

Then just as quickly I find myself not knowing how to act, or what to say. A small chuckle flows from his throat as a reassuring smile crosses his lips, at my discomfort. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. 

In a reassuring tone he says, "Do not feel committed to entertaining me, just be yourself."

Turning to walk back to the cabin, unlocking the box in which I keep some food items. He enters the cabin and asks if I would like a fire started. Nodding my head in agreement, he starts that task. After my walk up the mountain side, I am famished. Thank goodness for quick food, a can of prepared beef stew and a can of peaches are my choices. After rinsing and drying the cast iron pot that I hang over the fire, I open the can of stew into it. 

Quietly rising from the fire that is starting to snap, he comes to get the pot. Our hands brush against one another slightly when he takes it from me, to hang over the fire. He says it will be a while before it is ready and asks if I would like to go for a short walk together. Still feeling a bit uneasy, I bow out. 

He says, "Very well," then departs out the cabin door. 

I find myself peeking out the cabin door to see his direction of travel, wondering about this kind stranger. He has a calm swagger in his step, that of self reassurance, comfort. There is something about him that puts me at ease one moment, then at times makes my skin prickle with wonder.

I find myself wondering where he is from, what his life is like, what draws him to this mountain... like myself. Walking to the swing I hop into the seat, grasp the rope with my hands and start to swing. At first I swing gently wondering if he is close, then eventually that feeling of soaring fills me and I pump my legs harder to get higher. At the height of my swing I can feel my behind come off the seat slightly as I start my decline again, my hair blowing haphazardly in the wind. Knowing if I were to jump I would die from the fall, and yet wishing, with all my being, I could jump and actually soar along the side of the mountain as the falcon does. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a gun. Wondering who is shooting in such close proximity, my swinging slows to find out. When I depart from the swing I see him walking towards me with a rabbit he has killed. He wasn't real thrilled about canned beef stew and wanted some real food for supper. Following his movements I watch as he cleans the rabbit and prepares it to be placed over the fire. I am not taken aback by his gesture, I look upon it as a new experience... learning.

He asks if I have any spices in the cabin, to which I respond by going inside to retrieve them. He looks over the assortment, choosing the ones he wants to prepare the rabbit. A grin forms on his lips at my curiosity while he continues on with the task at hand. Pulling a metal rod from the fire he puts the rabbit on it and lays it in a rack to roast, inches from the flames. When he rises from the fire, I am so close he bumps into me. 

Laughter abounds when he says, "You sure are a curious little one." 

I can't contain myself, a smile crosses my lips because I know he is right. 

He reaches a hand out to me and says, "Please, come with me a moment."

Looking from his outstretched hand, up to his eyes, back to his hand again. He reassures me, telling me he has a surprise to show me. Knowing that I won't turn down a surprise with my curious nature, I offer him a quiet smile and take his hand. 

Outside the cabin door we walk towards a wooded area I have never ventured into before, because of the thickets. Walking around the thickets until we are on the other side, there is an opening that allows us entry. In the middle is a quiet pool of water that is fed by the mountain. He puts a finger to his mouth, telling me to remain quiet while we walk to a downed log and sit. As we sit I can feel his presence very close to me, sitting right beside me, touching. Noticing his gaze and following it to the quiet pool, watching intently, my eyes watch also. After a few minutes some of the forest animals surface to drink from the pool. My gaze is transfixed on a mother rabbit and her babies while they drink. Occasionally the mother raises her head looking and listening for sights and sounds of danger to protect her babies from. Quietly they drift back into the landscape of brush. My eyes are drawn back to him, he is not watching the animals... he is watching me, smiling.

Rising from the log, I start the short walk back to the cabin. He follows just behind me, calmly whistling as he walks. I know his path does not follow mine when I hear his whistle drifting further away. Reaching the cabin door I turn to see him standing on the edge of the plateau, looking out over the edge. He closes his eyes and breathes in a deep breath of the fresh air. Silhouetted against the sky, he looked like such a proud man. I sense that this man means me no harm.

The aroma of the cooking rabbit fills the cabin, my stomach growls uncontrollably with anticipation. Taking dishes from the cupboard, preparing to eat, I find myself lingering at the wild flowers on the table, raising the vase to take in their sweet scent. The cabin door creaks quietly when he enters. Not as jumpy at his presence, my hand gently sets the vase back on the table, continuing to set the table. 

He pulls my stew from the hanger and replaces it with a kettle that I have filled with water. The rabbit remains cooking, while I spoon stew onto my plate. With a glance in my direction, he tells me to go ahead and eat, he will wait for the rabbit. Waiting, he takes a seat by the fire and starts to read. The rocker he is in creaks in a study rhythm against the wood floor. It is quiet, all but the chair and the popping of the fire. This is the peace that I find so calming here in this cabin. 

After eating my stew and cleaning my dish, I decide it is time to prepare the bedding for a good nights sleep. Opening the foot locker at the end of the bed, I pull out some sheets and a comforter. Carefully tucking the sheets onto the down mattress then covering it with the comforter, I pull the pillow from the locker, fluff it and place it on the bed as well. Just as my hands deposit the pillow I realize there is only one bed and two of us. 

Turning, my face hot from this revelation, he is looking at me. It is not a stare, but it is an intent look. 

Immediately, I say, "You can have the bed." 

Laughing, he says, "And what kind of gentleman would I be if I were to do that?" Then continues by saying, "I have a sleeping roll that will work just fine."

Turning, he pulls the rabbit from the fire, taking it to the table. Pulling some meat off to eat it, he motions for me to come taste. My hand reaches for the offering and he waves my hand aside and places the meat to my mouth with his hand. Such an intimate feeling surrounds me at this gesture, especially when he pulls his fingers away to lick them after touching them to my lips. My eyes are transfixed on his action. At that moment I find myself wondering how he kisses, what he tastes like. 

Shaking myself mentally, savoring the taste of the cooked rabbit, knowing at this point why he has waited to eat. Patting the seat beside him, he offers for me to share it with him. Taking the offered seat, he is insistent on feeding me each morsel. Each time his fingers graze my lips, each time I feel him inching closer I find myself becoming more and more relaxed.

Taking turns offering me bites and feeding himself, the rabbit slowly disappears. After I have had my fill I decline any more offerings and thank him for the delicious tasting meat. After filling my belly I am a bit lethargic so I opt for a walk in the brisk air. I ask if he wants to accompany me, he declines so I leave the cabin alone. Walking up the gradual incline by the cabin, through the trees, occasionally glancing at my feet seeing the new fallen leaves, listening to the crunch while I walk along. The air is refreshing, clean and crisp, causing me to stop and inhale a deep breath and enjoy that simple feeling. 

I find myself wishing I could start this day all over again so my stay could be longer. Knowing that is not possible, I head back to the cabin to rest for the night so I can rise early to enjoy all of tomorrow that I can, before departing.

When I enter the cabin the fire has burned down to orange embers. There is enough light for me to see him already laying in his bedroll, for the night. Quietly walking to the fire, I place one more large piece of wood in the middle to keep the fire going through till morning. He is unmoving so I assume he is either sleeping or trying to get to sleep. 

Walking to my bed I take one more glance in his direction to make sure he is not looking, then start to undress. Reaching into the foot locker, pulling out the white flannel night gown I keep there for chilly fall nights, slipping the gown over my naked body. Sitting on the edge of the bed I pull the comb from my hair and deposit in on the night stand while grabbing my hair brush. Flipping my hair forward I start with my 100 strokes of brushing to get out all the tangles of the day enjoying how good it feels.

Finishing that task, flipping my hair back, I enjoy the sensation of feeling it fall upon my shoulders, hanging loosely after being up all day. At that moment I glance in his direction to find him watching me, a look of longing in his eyes. Just as quickly his eyes close and he lays his head back down.

There is a part of me that wonders about the look in his eyes, there is another part of me that is afraid to ask. Quietly I stand and pull down the bedcovers, climbing under them to sleep for the night. As I lay in bed I start wondering about this quiet man, realizing I know nothing about him and yet I feel safe in his presence. My mind is growing groggy, I can feel myself drifting into sweet slumber.

Sometime in the night a sound startles me to wake. Opening my eyes to see what woke me, I find that he is up and sitting in the rocker by the fire, not reading simply gazing into the flames. Laying for a while, watching him, I wonder what thoughts are traveling through his mind, what has caused him to wake, why he can't sleep. As if feeling my eyes on him, he looks in my direction. I am far enough away he can't possibly see if I am awake or not. Rising from the rocker he walks toward me. Closing my eyes, I try to steady my breathing to not give myself away. 

When he reaches my bedside, he stops. I can feel his hand touch my hair that cascades over my shoulder, stroking it gently. Feeling his touch sends chills through me and makes it nearly impossible to calm my breathing. His hand continues down the curve of my body, lingering at my narrow waist to rise again while it slides slowly up and over my hip. My bent knees are hanging out of the bedcovers slightly, his hand moves to touch my bare skin. Inside I am screaming and yet I try with all my might to keep my composure, knowing he means me no harm.

This longing I saw in his eyes earlier makes me wonder if he recalls a past love that he misses, or if it is simply the pleasure of being close to a woman that prompts him to do this. Having touched my hair and skin, I feel his hand pull away. I can't open my eyes for fear of giving myself away and yet I know he has not moved away. I have not heard him move and I can most assuredly feel his presence... close.

I hear a whisper, "You are like the small rabbit at the pool, quiet, unmoving, listening for danger." 

Slowly my eyes open and I look up at him, there is a calm smile on his face. I feel such emotions around this man, from one extreme to the other. I feel tension when he is quiet and yet I also feel calm in that quiet presence. I feel safe when he touches me and yet I also feel there is a quiet hunger under his surface. Perhaps the emotions I feel are a mirror of what I see in myself. 

Wondering what it would be like to kiss this man, wondering how it would be to have him hold me in his arms, wondering how it would feel to have our bodies touching, making passionate love. Would he be gentle and loving or would he be bold and adventurous? Laying there quietly looking at him, I have all these thoughts flow through my mind. He breaks the silence by asking me what I am thinking. My mouth opens but the words just won't come out, so I swallow hard and close it again. 

His fingers reach forward to touch my lips. I can feel the tension between us and I know what I want to do but for reasons unknown I can't make that move. 

He whispers, "You are shaking, are you afraid of me?" 

Shaking my head slightly to say no, my eyes are now downcast. He reaches his hand towards me, my hand can't resist and slips out from the covers to take his. His other hand reaches, I grasp the other. Lifting, he pulls me to an upright position, until I am sitting on the edge of the bed. 

Tugging again I follow his lead until I am standing before him. Stepping backward slightly he drops one hand, still holding the other he turns toward the fire, tugging slightly, wanting me to follow him. I follow, my hand held gently in his much larger one, feeling that same hand that just traveled down my body ever so slowly. 

When we arrive at his bedroll he reaches for the blanket draped over the rocker. We sit on the bedroll while he wraps the blanket around my shoulders. Sitting in front of the fire, mesmerized by the flames, listening to the crackling in the quietness of the cabin, all the while feeling his presence beside me.

He is the first to speak, asking if there is anyone special in my life, asking if I feel the warmth of another, asking if I remember how it feels to be loved in return. My eyes cloud with tears at the emotions his questions bring to my mind. I can not reply, all I can manage to do it look into his eyes. Being a wise man, he knows the answer to these questions without my answering. 

I feel compelled to lay my head on his shoulder. His arm goes around me, cradling my body close to his. I feel his cheek lay against my hair taking in my scent, while his hand strokes my arm. No words are needed, we each seem to sense the others feelings. With closed eyes, I enjoy in that feeling of having someone hold me, caress me, feeling that feeling of protection.

So many thoughts going through my mind, sensations going through my body. Knowing that I indeed do have someone in my life, but a person that I feel I do not truly know anymore. Feeling as though that person would just as soon be alone than with me, if not for the sake of our children, simply by his actions. It has been so long since I have felt love, passion or compassion, respect, caring and that art of love making, that sends a person into another orbit. Thinking of the many nights I have laid there for the duration, then rolled on my side and cried afterward because there is no connection anymore. 

I have not felt these emotions coursing through me for a long time. It is like wildfire inside my body... getting hotter and growing. This quiet man, has ignited something inside me that has made me aware of what is missing in my life. That part of life that, at times, is what sustains us through everything else that tries to rob us of our sanity, our strength. 

I know when a relationship is new, there is a freshness to it. Over time that freshness fades, but the inner emotions are still there and feed from the respect that two people offer one another. I never realized how important this factor was until it was vacant from my life. I have never felt the sting of this mans anger, so for this moment I feel comfort.

I feel some shame for my thoughts and yet it feels so good to feel these emotions. I feel like a blossom of spring wanting to grow, to shoot out of the earth and show my beauty after a long dormant winter. Somehow I know this mans needs are not so much emotional, but more physical and for the moment I am content with that knowledge. For this moment in time, that is all I can deal with myself, perhaps dealing with the emotional side is too painful right now.

Guided by forces deep inside myself, I sit up and pull away from his embrace. His slides his arm from around me. Slowly standing, I look down at him and extend my hands. Taking my hands, standing, his arms embrace me. Standing in the middle of the small cabin, we sway and hold one another. He knows my desires, I believe he sees more of me than I am willing to admit. I feel at times that I stir emotions in him by understanding what is inside him. 




The Cabin



I sense he misses that physical contact, and that emotional feeling that comes in the after glow. That time when two people can lay in each others arms and come down from the height of love making. Perhaps missing what it feels like to greet each day with that person, hearing that murmur of 'good morning' graced with a smile, after a good nights sleep. That feeling of going separate ways to take care of daily life duties knowing in your heart that at the end of the day that person will be just as happy to see you as you are them. That feeling of knowing we are all different and yet there is some common bonds that holds us together. That feeling of respecting and being respected in return. That feeling of loving and being loved... unconditionally.

His body responds to our embrace, it is evident in the hardness I feel pressing against my belly. He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes, questioning. My instincts tell me that my desire to taste his kiss is imminent. Reading the thoughts in my eyes I feel his hand come up to cradle my head while his lips find mine. What starts as a soft kiss soon turns into that wildfire. The sounds of the fire are drowned out by our breathing, our soft moans of desire. This quiet hungry man and this passionate woman have found peace in this moment together.

Taking my hand he leads me to my bed. When we arrive there he lets go of my hand and deposits me on the edge where he originally took me from. Cupping my face in his hands he tells me he can not offer me anymore than his body and he feels as though I am in that same position at this moment. Releasing me he turns to walk away. Whispering his name in the quiet cabin, he turns to look at me. Reaching my arms toward him, he returns. 

In a shaky voice I tell him, I realize his words are right but it is my wish and my desire to share our bodies with one another. I want to feel how a woman feels when she is pleasing to a man, I want to feel that I am desirable, I want to unleash those emotions in me that have been tucked away for so long.

That night we spent a large portion of time pleasing one another. It came in forms of heated passion, to the soft sighs afterward. It came in smiles and laughter at the innocence of our meeting. It came in quiet softness simply laying in each others arms, feeling that warmth of another passionate person. Before drifting off to sleep, my thoughts anticipate waking in the morning, in this quaint cabin... in his warm arms.



The Cabin



It was getting darker by the minute as my car slowly wound its way up the gravel road. I couldn't believe how much it had snowed already, and I had really been pushing it hard to make it there before traveling got too dangerous. My stomach was doing somersaults, but that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with my nerves. 

It felt like this...every time it felt like this. Always, right before I would get here, I would suffer a massive guilt ridden panic attack. I knew that at any moment the pure adrenaline pumping through my veins would make my heart explode, leaving my guilty corpse on the side of the road with absolutely no explanation for what I was doing fifty miles away from the hotel I was registered at for my "business trip." I also knew that my heart would be beating for a whole other reason as soon as the cabin came into view.

You could set your watch by it, the exact second my heart would change its pace and purpose. All the way up the hill, my heart would steadily beat to the rhythm of "What am I doing, what am I doing, what am I doing" until the car would make its way around the final curve. Once the cabin came into view my heart would suddenly thump even faster, and it was so loud I couldn't hear anything else. Ah...there it goes!

"DEREK! DEREK! DEREK! DEREK!"

In two seconds flat I was out of my car and running, sloshing through the snow. My anxiety was completely forgotten, replaced by eagerness. I just knew that nothing in the world would feel right again until I was in his arms. As I reached the porch at breakneck speed, the door suddenly opened and there he was. Derek. I could feel my heart start to calm the moment I met his eyes, those piercing dark brown-almost black eyes. I was like a junkie that had finally gotten their fix. Now it was time for a whole new frenzy to begin. 

I was in his arms again finally...I couldn't remember how long it had been, I only knew that it was too long. No words were spoken. They rarely were the first time, we always had too much pent up need to bother with words. He grabbed my face and devoured my mouth. I felt his soft velvety lips sliding along mine, and his tongue was probing for entrance while his hands roamed over my body. Usually he liked to take his time with kissing, a slow erotic build up, but I could tell that he was hurting as bad as I was. I opened to his invasion gladly, meeting him thrust for silky thrust. I don't really remember how we got inside...I vaguely recall him kicking the door shut while dragging me inside with his hands firmly squeezing my ass. I could feel his erection already poking at me through his jeans, and it sent me over the edge. 

I started moaning and grinding against him, like I wanted to live in his skin. My fingers were clawing through his wavy chestnut hair as I pulled him even closer, and I began sucking his tongue deep into my mouth. He groaned loudly, squeezed me even harder, and then his hands began attacking my clothes. My sweater went one direction, my lacy bra went another. As soon as my large breasts were exposed to show him my engorged nipples, he went wild. His head bent, latching his mouth onto one nipple while firmly massaging the other breast. I tried to help remove his shirt as well, but he refused to let go of my breast long enough to get the shirt over his head. So there we were, frantically kicking our shoes off and hopping around, his mouth latched onto my nipple while he fought with getting my jeans over my hips. I was occupied with his belt buckle, and tugging at his fly. I couldn't even concentrate on undoing a simple buckle, and it was making him crazy every time my hand rubbed against his swollen cock. I could tell that his final restraint had snapped when he gave out a loud groan, yanked me up against him and hauled me in front of the fireplace. We went down to the rug in a clumsy pile of limbs, still grinding and moaning and trying to peel away each other's clothing. When he became fed up with the struggle, he reared back on his knees to yank off my cold wet jeans. 

I could hear the fire crackling behind me and feel the heat of it on my bare back as I looked up at Derek with all the lust I'd stored up for him. I know that he could see it in my gaze because an answering gleam met my light green eyes. Only for a second, though. He couldn't keep his eyes from being drawn to the fact that he had succeeded in shedding my jeans... couldn't help but notice the cleanly shaven pussy that was on open display right in front of his face. I tried not to giggle when I heard the choked sounds coming from his throat.

"That's....new," he gasped. He stared openly now, entranced by my bare pussy. I had only been shaving this clean for a few weeks, and this was something that I knew he would like. 

"Like it baby?" I purred as I slowly spread my thighs wider. "Notice how much more you can see like this?" I tortured him a bit more, reaching down to spread my outer lips wide with my fingertips. I knew that this was exposing everything that he loved...full, puffy outer lips, swollen and pink inner lips, not to mention my throbbing and engorged clit. To top things off, I slid one of those fingers down and let it disappear inside myself, only to draw forth a flood of juices when it reemerged to swirl around my clit. 

"Oh, Fuck!" Derek cried. "I'm gonna cum in my fucking pants!" As desperate as he was, this didn't stop him from leaning his face in closer. I could see him mere inches from my pussy, and when I saw him take a deep sniff and then start shuddering I got even wetter. 

"You smell so fucking good baby. God, I want to fuck you so hard...but I have to taste you first. I thought I would do that later, but this is too fucking beautiful!" With that said, he shoved my hand out of the way and buried his face in my soaking wet pussy. This was another thing that he usually preferred to draw out and really take his time. He would normally make lazy licks all around, teasing the inner and outer lips before ever going near my clit. I could tell just how turned on he was by how greedily he was devouring me. The second his tongue touched my swollen flesh I knew that I wasn't going to last long. 

"Yessss! Oh fuck that feels good!" I moaned, writhing around as I felt his tongue sliding heavily on my clit in long, broad strokes. He then slid down further, and I felt his tongue penetrating my pussy in shallow thrusts. God, he knew this only drove me crazier, but it also drew things out, and I knew he wouldn't stop until I came. As good as it was, I needed his cock inside me now! 

"Please, baby! I'm so close!" He knew what I wanted, and he moved back up to give my clit the direct stimulation it needed. As soon as I felt it, I started shaking and bucking, and something inside me snapped. I grabbed onto his head and shoved it in deeper, grinding my soaking wet pussy against his whole face. I could literally feel his mouth and chin, even his nose at times. I felt him licking away, and right when I was worried that he didn't like me being so forceful, he started groaning loudly. This only drove me more, and I held his head in place and fucked his face for all I was worth, bucking my hips into his eager mouth. It felt so fucking good, and it had never been this intense before. 

"Oh God!" I screamed, "Don't fucking stop! I'm gonna cum all over your fucking face!" I started screaming and thrusting and convulsing, and he just groaned louder and louder. As soon as I felt the blissful release wash over me, I was yanking him by the hair and yelling at him. "Now! Oh God, now! Please fuck me baby, I need that beautiful cock!"

He clambered up onto his knees again, yanking his shirt from around his neck and tossing it off to the side. I could see the enormous bulge in his jeans, and the telltale wet spot from all of the precum that had been leaking. As he ripped at his buckle and zipper, I could see my juices all over his face. I barely had a chance to see his large cock spring out before he grabbed hold of my ankles and yanked them up in the air, dragging me down and towards his aching shaft. Settling himself between my thighs, I felt him position the broad tip at my entrance and enter me in one forceful thrust that sank all the way home. We both screamed out at this: me, for that deeply full feeling; and him, for the sensation of my dripping wet pussy throbbing and squeezing him tightly. 

"Oh God, Audrey...I don't know how long I'm gonna make it. You feel so fucking good!" Derek rasped out as he began thrusting deeply, his swollen cock sliding against what felt like every nerve ending I had. 

"Don't worry baby," I moaned, "I'm not gonna be long either. I missed your cock too much." With that I started grinding back, and as he leaned in closer I kissed him deeply and tasted myself on his lips. That got me even hotter, tasting that musky tang that proved how much I needed him. Our tongues wrestled with each other again as I moved my hands down his back to slide them under his jeans and cup his firm ass. The thrusting got harder and deeper as I dug in my fingernails and pulled him inside me, grinding back into him. I could feel that hot, flushed feeling starting to spread over me again and when the second climax hit, my pussy clamped down on him hard and I started screaming. 

"Oh fuck! Baby, I'm cumming so hard...oh fuck, cum with me!" He could feel my pussy milking him and he began pounding into me harder and harder. The grunts he was making were no longer human. I had never seen him this turned on, and he had never been this primal before. While I was still riding out one of the most intense orgasms of my life, Derek slammed into me one final time and exploded in a fiery hot flood of cum deep inside my body. 

"Oh holy fuck!" He cried out, tensing all over before slumping against me in exhaustion. I cradled his sweaty head to my chest and dropped kisses all over his forehead while stroking his hair. "Audrey?" he whispered from somewhere between my tits.

"Yes baby?"

"Has it ever been that good before?" he asked in a sleepy daze.

"No Derek. It's never that good. That is always the answer, you know that. Every new time is always the best it's ever been." I could feel him smile as I answered the age old answer to his age old question. 

"Audrey?" he whispered again.

"Yes?" I could feel him steel himself for the next one, and even I didn't know what he was going to ask.

"Why can't it be like this with her? Things would be so much easier. I still love her so much." He sounded so sad, and I knew that his guilt was setting in. This was our pattern. I always felt it right before the first time, he always felt it right after. I pulled his face up to meet my eyes, and smiled deeply.

"Sweetheart, I wish I could answer that one. If I could, I would know the answer to why I can't have this with him either. I still love him too. I still love him, and I wish I didn't need this...wish I didn't need you. I don't want to lose all that I've built with him, but that doesn't make me love you any less." I could see him mull that over a bit, then he returned an even bigger smile.

"I love you too. So much. How can someone else know exactly what's in my head?"

"Because...we are going through the same thing, and we wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't worth it." I leaned down and kissed him softly, and he rested his head back on my chest and fell asleep. I let him rest for a bit while I laid there and thought about us. 

We had been seeing each other for over a year now, whenever we could manage to sneak in these weekend "business trips." We had both been married a number of years, and we were happy in most ways other than the physical. Neither one of us had married someone who shared our sex drives, and we had denied ourselves for as long as possible. We had actually met in a chat room about mismatched couples, where he had responded to something I had posted because it was hauntingly similar to his own situation. 

When we began talking, we found how much we really had in common, and those things that were different just made us that more interesting to each other. Neither of us had ever stepped outside our relationship before, and that almost made us feel better about it. We knew that it was deeper than just sex...that we had somehow managed to wait for each other to share this desperate need. We weren't ready for anything else yet, we both really wanted to make our marriages work. Sounds crazy doesn't it? We tried to help each other through rough patch after rough patch. Neither one of us wanted our marriages to end. We didn't want to punish the other spouse for not sharing our need when we still loved them. 

Of course, if either of them ever found out it would be over anyway. As much as we didn't want that to happen, we couldn't give up these times with each other yet. We both needed just a little more life, a little more mutual need and appreciation. Maybe we were kidding ourselves, hoping things would work out with our spouses, but every time we both left here with so much hope of feeling that again. We weren't ready to give up until we knew that any chance was dead and gone.

So here we were back at our secluded cabin in the mountains. Derek had found this place to rent after one particularly hot cyber session we had shared, in which we both revealed that a romantic cabin in the wilderness would be one of the sexiest places to indulge ourselves with unlimited access to each other's bodies. I was amazed when I saw this place for the first time, it was like a fantasy come to life. Even now as I looked around us it made my breath catch. The warm fire, the cozy atmosphere...everything was absolutely perfect. Before long I was nodding off as well.

After a small nap, I awoke to find us tangled up together on the floor...pretty much how we landed. I quietly detangled myself from him and slowly stripped off the rest of his clothing, then crept off to get my bag of goodies. Now, for one of these trips, I always packed light. Clothes were really not a necessity here. If I was ever covered, it was usually in the lavender silk robe I was putting on now. I loved the feel of the silk draping across my erect nipples, it clung to me in all the right places and made me feel very feminine. 

Once I was covered, I went to the kitchen and put on some coffee for us. I knew that we would only be napping off and on for the next two days, so the coffee would do us some good in the energy department. While that brewed, I searched through the cabinets to find something I had seen the last time we were here. After looking for a few minutes, I found the large silver serving tray and put it on the counter. Now for the rest of my goodies. 

Once I had carefully arranged the tray and finished it off with two steaming hot cups of coffee, I slowly carried it into the den where my beautiful lover still lay sleeping. I set the tray down on the coffee table a few feet from Derek and took a seat on the sofa facing the fire. I blew on my cup and took a few sips of liquid heaven before carrying his cup to him and whispering in his ear that I had something for him. It was so cute to watch him stir and sniff the air, catching the scent of coffee as I waved the cup near his face. I saw one dark eye peek open slightly, quickly followed by the other. As soon as he saw the cup his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. 

"Oh, you angel!" he gasped as he reached out greedily for the mug. Sitting up slowly, he drank in his surroundings like he drank in his coffee. Slowly, sure to savor every drop. He took in the fire, the fact that he was now completely nude, and then he let his eyes wander over me. They stroked me, as sure as if they were his hands, his eyes stroked me everywhere, settling on the very exposed cleavage my robe created. They lingered there lovingly, taking in my perky nipples that would not behave. I saw his eyes glance to the side and I could tell the exact moment he realized what I had laid out for us on the table. His eyes grew bigger and bigger as they took in each new object. 

"Do you like my buffet of perversion?" I giggled. On the silver serving tray, laid out with loving care, sat a few of my favorite toys. He knew I had a few things, but many of these were new, purchased with this weekend in mind. His eyes landed on a set of handcuffs, a blindfold, some silk scarves, some long feathers, a paddle, a small bullet vibrator, my favorite "rabbit" model vibrator, and a can of whipped cream. 

"Oh my...what have you got in store for us?" he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye. 

"Anything and everything darling, just depends on how much sleep you need," I laughed even harder at the determined look this brought to his face. 

"Sleep? What the hell is that? Who needs sleep?" he continued to examine the objects on the tray. I noticed that his eyes kept returning to my vibrator and with a decisive nod he pointed to it. "That one...I need to see you use that one before we do anything else."

"Wonderful choice baby! I knew you'd like that one." I leaned over and delicately picked up the vibe, letting my fingers stroke it lovingly. "This is my best friend when you aren't around, you know. I thought it was about time you two were introduced." 

I sat back against the sofa cushions, allowing the firelight to bathe my body. Slowly parting my robe, I ran my fingers over my rapidly growing nipples. As his eyes followed me, I took the vibe in hand and brought it to my full pink lips. Meeting his gaze from across the table, I placed the thick tip of my vibrator inside my moist mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking it in deeper. I could see that he was entranced, and while I had his attention I slowly began to lower the vibe to my nipples. I switched it on and began making lazy circles around my large, swollen flesh. The vibrations felt so good, so decadent, traveling from my nipples all the way down to my throbbing core. 

"Oh God, Audrey...I don't know how long I'll be able to just sit here and watch."

"Well Derek, you are going to do just that...you are going to watch every penetration, every thrust...until I give you permission to touch me." As I told him his orders, I parted my legs fully so that he would see every movement. I began dragging the vibe down towards my aching pussy, lingering here and there, making a jagged path towards Heaven. 

"Then you better fuck yourself hard for me, I want to watch you cum all over that thing. I want your fingers drenched with your juices."

"Mmmmm, your command is my wish," I giggled as the blunt tip reached my moist folds. I threw my head back at the sensation, moaning low in my throat. I continued on, swirling it around in my fluids before slowly inserting it into my pulsating hole. As it sank in further, I positioned the rabbit attachment so that the ears were right up against my swollen clitoris. With the toy turned on, I could feel the vibrations directly on my clit as the rabbit ears tickled me. There was such direct stimulation this way I never lasted very long, and it was sure to make a delightful show. 

Feeling the vibe enter me deeper, I wanted to get the best angle for penetration and also give Derek the best view possible. As I slowly thrust the pink toy in a bit more, I raised my legs so that my feet were now up on the couch on either side of me. I scooted forward so that my ass was barely on the cushion and my pussy was now wide open and on display. Looking up quickly, I could see he was entranced. His eyes were dilated with lust and I could tell that he was taking quick, shallow breaths. While he was staring openly at my pussy, I began thrusting back into my hand, really grinding my toy for all I was worth. This felt so fucking good, my moans started getting away from me. 

"Oh yesssss......Derek....can you see? Oh God...my pussy is squeezing this so tight!" And it was. I could feel my inner walls clamping down on it, making my deeper thrusts almost difficult. The blood was flowing, rushing to my clit, making my moist lips even more full and swollen. The pink flesh was taking on a deeper hue, the color of pure lust. I looked down and saw that my nipples were beginning to do the same. They were hard, almost painful. As my right hand continued pumping my vibe, my left made its way to my nipples, pinching and squeezing each one over and over, mimicking my lover's mouth. I could feel the trembling beginning, starting deep inside my body and spreading outward, making my legs shake. I thrust against it harder and harder, all the while moaning loudly.




The Cabin



Looking at him again, I saw that his cock was now fully engorged and almost purple at the tip. There was a drop of precum glistening from the firelight, poised at the tip and ready to leak. It was one of the most erotic and beautiful things I'd ever seen. As badly as I wanted it inside me, I also wanted something else I'd never had a chance to do in real life. 

"Derek?" I moaned across the room. He was so transfixed that he didn't hear me at first. After calling him again he finally looked up at me.

"Yes?" he hissed thru clenched teeth. 

"Stroke your cock for me."

"But...I am trying so hard NOT to...I thought you wanted to fuck." 

"Oh I do, and we will...in a bit. I want you to stroke for me. I want to see you work that gorgeous cock, and I want you to cum for me. Please?" 

"Christ Audrey, you have no idea how hard it is not to cum where I am sitting, just watching. That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. Of course I'll stroke for you, if that's what you really want." His hand automatically went to his shaft, touching it gently at first with his fingertips. After building up a slow rhythm, he started watching again and really went to town, gripping almost painfully from the look of it. 

"That's it baby, stroke that cock for me. Can you see this? Can you see how drenched I am for you? Look...my juices are dripping down over my fingertips." And they were. I was dripping at an alarming rate, down over my vibe and fingers, leaving a wet spot on the cushion. I was only getting even more turned on watching him stroke now, and I could tell that I was going to cum soon. I was grinding my pussy into the toy even harder now, bucking my hips and groaning. The entire time, my eyes did not leave his pumping hand. I knew that I had to finish with a little bit more. 

"Come here baby...now!" He jumped up and came over to me, looking as desperate as I felt. When he reached my side I looked up at him with every ounce of need I was feeling. "Stand up on the couch here, straddle me." He did as I asked, on shaking legs he stood up on the sofa and straddled my body, putting his amazing cock right in front of my face.

"What are we doing here baby?" he asked with a worried look on his face. It was a very awkward position, especially with me still pumping away beneath him. 

"I just want to try something." I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, savoring the flavor of his precum, making him groan out loud like a man being tortured. "Like that?"

"Oh fuck baby, you know I do!" I licked it and swirled my tongue around the head some more, bringing forth noises I'd never heard him make. 

"Good," I said, pulling away for a second, "then I want you to fuck my mouth. Grind that fucking cock in my mouth good and hard, let me make you feel good. I need to taste you now, but when you are about to cum I want you to pull it out and stroke again." His eyes nearly rolled back into his head at my words. I knew that he really loved it when I got talked dirty and meant what I said. 

He leaned forward and braced his hands on the back of the couch, slowly pushing the head of his shaft between my lips. I parted for him eagerly, and as he thrust his cock in deeper I couldn't help groaning at the feeling of having him fill my mouth and my vibrator fill my pussy. I moved my head encouragingly up and down his length until he became more at ease with our position. Derek began thrusting harder then, groaning out my name as his hips rolled into my face, pushing my head back onto the back of the couch, pinning it there as he pumped away. I was moaning around him as I fucked myself even harder, knowing I was about to explode. At just that moment, he pulled out quickly and began pumping his cock furiously in front of my face.

"Yessss! Harder! Cum for me...I want you to cum on my face and my tits! Please! I need to feel your hot cum Derek!" At my words he let out an enormous scream. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth, and a thick ropy strand of fluid shot out and landed on my tongue, over my chin and down onto my tits. The second I felt the first drop hit I could feel my pussy clamp down on my vibe. I started shaking and bucking my hips, the image of his cock exploding making me climax harder than I could ever remember. My scream rang out into the night, and I was glad that we were in such a deserted location. 

When we had both calmed down enough to rest, he carefully got down on shaky limbs and collapsed next to me. I leaned back into him and smiled, kissing his lips gently. I reached up and swirled my fingers in his cum, smearing it over my tits slowly, coating my nipples. Looking in his eyes, I licked the dripping fluid off my lips, brought my fingers up and cleaned those as well. With a wicked gleam I lifted my left breast upwards, leaning down and licking his cum from my nipple. 

"Thank you baby," I purred, "you taste so wonderful." He dropped his head back with a sigh, closing his eyes as if in pain. 

"My God Audrey! I don't know if I am going to live through this weekend!" I giggled at that and reminded him that we still had the whole tray to go. "Well," he smiled, "I've lived a full life, just make sure they all know I went with a smile!" 

And smile he did. Over the next two days, we found ways to utilize everything I had brought. When we found the energy to get up from the sofa, I suggested that we take a quick dip in the hot tub out back. It was a good way to relax, and also a good way to wash my sticky body off. We had every intention of just relaxing, but we couldn't stay away from each other long enough to rest. We started out just cuddling and touching, happy to be in each other's arms. Eventually, with the rushing bubbles tickling our skin, kissing evolved into touching, touching evolved into groping, and finally I ended up straddling him and taking him deep inside me. He thrust back up into me as I ground myself onto him, and with the water cutting away so much lubrication it was very raw. Raw and primal, and we both exploded within minutes. 

After that, the weekend was almost a blur. We would only rest as long as our bodies absolutely needed. There were many small catnaps surrounded by many more orgasms. We were both possessed, knowing that our time was running out. We took turns being cuffed and blindfolded, the person left free having fun with the tickling feathers and bullet vibe. We were both so trusting of each other, we could go from submissive to dominant almost seamlessly together. Derek would eagerly await whatever I had in mind for him, and in return he became a very forceful master. 

At one point, he got me on my back and pinned my legs back over his shoulders, shoving his flesh deep inside me and commanding me to cum, ordering me to tell him who my pussy belonged to. Whenever I thought he was done, he surprised me again, flipping me over and pulling me up on my knees, my ass in the air and my face shoved down into the pillow. I felt his cock probing at my entrance from behind, and with one sure thrust he was seated all the way to the hilt. He began pumping harder with long, even strokes, almost as if he wanted to be consumed by my body. As he got more into it, he released my head and grabbed my hips with a grip that was bruising. I leaned up and back into him, throwing my head back with passion. He held on tight and pounded into me, panting and groaning loudly. As my head was thrown back, I felt his hand creep into my hair, gripping tightly at the base of my skull and yanking back like a harness. I looked back at him over my shoulder and we both moaned even louder, and the next thing I felt was a sharp crack on my ass. 

"Oh God, yes!" I screamed, feeling him thrusting even harder now. Down came another crack, followed quickly by another. 

"You like that baby? You like me smacking your ass?" More smacking between his thrusts. "I want you to cum for me. I want you to fucking cum on this cock right now!" His words drove me to the edge and over, and I could feel my pussy clamp down on him, milking him dry. With a loud shout he gave a final thrust and pumped his seed deep inside me. We rode out that amazing orgasm together, and when it was done we finally gave in to the need for sleep. 

When the morning came on Sunday, we knew our time had come to an end. We made lazy, languorous and blissful love that day. It was our way of saying goodbye, using every waking moment to combine our bodies and souls. When we looked at each other we could both see so much the other wanted to say. So much to say, and yet nothing. What could we say that would make us feel any better than we already did? We had learned that the hard way, don't ruin it with talk of "if only" and "I wish." It only made us feel sad about our situations, instead of rejoicing in the fact that we were together again, if only for a little bit. 

As we packed our bags and Derek helped me load mine into my car, I could tell that something was eating at him more than normal. He was beginning to look nervous and almost pained, when he usually only looked a little sad and wistful. 

"Guilt?" I asked, stopping and facing him in the snow. 

"No...for the first time, no. None." he looked as if there were some major wheels turning in his head.

"Then what's the problem baby? Why the look?" He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing me deeply and sighing when he pulled away. 

"For the first time in my life, I don't want to go back. I always wish this could last forever when it's done, but I know it's always just been a fantasy. I always wanted to go home and give it another try." 

"Yeah?" I prompted after he began to stare at me. 

"I think I just realized that I don't want to try any more. How long have we let this be the only true joy in our lives, just to keep on with a charade of a marriage?" My heart started pumping harder at his words, and I was fighting to ignore the hope he was stirring in me. 

"You can't be serious about that Derek. You always want to go back, you always want to give it another try. You are the reason I have fought so hard to work on my own. This isn't reality, you know that. We never fight, we are too busy attacking each other." He looked at me for a long time, weighing his words out in his mind.

"We never fight because we make each other happy. I understand what you are saying, but I think you are wrong. We aren't just a reason to keep going anymore. We have known each other for a long time now, and every time I leave it just gets harder. You have become my best friend, I can never wait until we talk again, even if it's just an email or a chat. I just realized that I spend the entire time I'm away from you waiting for the next time, not focusing on my own marriage. She and I have grown too far apart lately, and wishing all day isn't going to make it right again. I think she knows it too. She has been dropping hints about finally starting a family, and she never even wanted kids before, I always did. She always thought it would affect her career. But now, she starts dropping hints, like it will somehow save a sinking ship. I just can't do that, not now. Not when I am finally starting to wake up to what is going on. I can't have a child with her when every time I picture my baby it has your eyes."

"Don't!" I gasped. I couldn't believe the things he was saying, things that I hadn't even realized were dreams of my own. "Don't talk like that. We just need to be apart for a while. You will see. You will forget ever feeling this way." I knew that I wouldn't ever forget him telling me these things, but I wanted to give him the chance to think this over. He was being way too impulsive at the moment, and I couldn't trust his emotions right now.

"How can I forget it when every day makes me more certain that I am in love with you, and I want us to be together?" He was killing me with this talk. I had never thought of it being a real possibility. I had to get out of here now, with my tail between my legs.

"Listen Derek, you need to sleep on this. I saw it enter your mind just in the last few minutes. I need something more concrete than that. I need to know it's real. I think we should just go home and think this through. Give it a few days of contemplation, see if you are still serious. Ok?" 

"Alright, just to convince you, if that is what it will take. I don't know how to give you anything more concrete as proof that we belong together. I just know that it is right, and I think that you do to." At this we kissed our goodbyes, promising to touch base in a few days to see where we stood. 

As my car made it's way slowly down the same nasty road I came in on, I felt the tears hit my cheeks. I knew he was right. I knew that he had become more to me than anyone else in the world. I knew we had been kidding ourselves all this time. We were headed for something like this from the moment we met. I just didn't want to admit it and rip apart the only comfort zone I'd known for almost a decade. But that wasn't fair to my husband either. He deserved my whole heart, and now I knew that I just didn't have that to give him anymore. I knew that this meant some major changes were ahead, I only wished that I knew for sure. I naively hoped for some kind of sign. Just like Derek had said, some concrete shred of proof that this was the right choice. He'd said that he didn't know how to give me that. 

Little did either of us know at the time, but he certainly did know how to give me something concrete. It was already growing inside me by the time I got home. 

THE END



The Cabin



Chapter 1

It was a cold night on a snowy road. An old beat up Geo with its headlights on and wipers going as fast as they could bolted down the highway. The high pitched hum of the small engine was covered by the sound of Taproot on the stereo. 

Gripping the wheel were two gloved hands. The fingers of the gloves had been cut off revealing slender digits and black nail polish. The gloves lead to the olive green sleeves of an army jacket obviously meant for someone two sizes larger than its current owner. The two sleeves lead to a the face of a young woman, shoulder length red hair, dark brown eyes with reddened veins, soft pale cheeks, and lips that only hinted at the color of a peach, and from those lips dangled a lit cigarette.

Her name was Megan Sanders and she was driving. Where she was going to was unknown even to her. She wasn't driving to anywhere but driving away from somewhere. Away from her home, if where Megan came from can even be called a home. The word home, at least for most people, implies ideals of safety, love, warmth, and family. Megan's was anything but that. 

After her mother had drank her dinner and laid passed out on the couch with the TV on, Megan packed her things into her backpack from school, took all the money out of the hidden places in the apartment, and stole her mother's car keys and left in the middle of the night as it began to snow. That was two hours ago and the snow was only getting worse. Megan could barely see the road. Being tired and the complicated emotions that filled her tear ducts made it even harder to see through the snowy night. 

At that moment, Megan suddenly felt the weight of her eyelids. Her eyes fluttered only for an instant before she fought it off, but that second or so of weakness was all it took for the car to begin to swerve. The car began to fishtail violently. Megan tried to compensate but her inexperience as a driver did not permit her. Her mother's car spun out and fell into a ditch. 

After Megan had somewhat steadied herself in the off kilter but stationary car, she tried to turn the engine over but to no avail. The car was dead. "Piece of shit bitch!" Megan cursed aloud at everyone and no one in particular. She figured she could do one of two things: wait here until she froze to death in the car or make a run for the nearest gas station. She decided to run. 

She picked up her backpack from the floor and flipped up the hood on her coat. She opened the door of the compact car and a mighty gust of icy air hit her in the face. She stood up outside the car and into the wind with only the few possessions she carried and began to trot along the shoulder of the highway in search of shelter. 

As she made her way along the snow covered pavement, she thought how this situation so reflected her life. All alone in the world, her life restricted by some intangible but ever present force that impeded her progress, constantly bombarded by a multitude of tiny but painful stings. She thought to herself, "How can I stand against all of this?" The chill had run all the way though her now. Her trot had slowed to a shuffle. 

Exhaustion, sleeplessness, her emotions, and the cold had taken everything out of her. Megan came to a stop seeing nothing but the snowy abyss before her. She fell to her snow caked knees and sobbed dryly. She fell to her side knowing she would die there in the snow, alone, and in the dark. She closed her eyes and faded to black.

Chapter 2

Along that same highway at that same time, there was a black pickup heading towards Megan from the opposite direction. A pair of thick gloves held the vehicle on its course for home. The gloves covered the cuffs of a leather bomber jacket. The sleeves circled towards each other and met at the fur lined collar that surrounded the throat of the man driving. 

His age could not be read from his face. He could have been thirty or fifty. He liked to say that he looked young for his age. Long black hair, deep set emerald eyes, high cheekbones, and a pronounced five o'clock shadow characterized his face. His name was Viktor Drake, and he was on his way home. 

He had just come from a gas station to fill up his truck and the fuel tanks for his generator. He knew all too well the effect of heavy snowfall on power lines around here. Around here the power could go out for days, even weeks before the power companies did anything about it. It wasn't all that uncommon for him to get snowed in during those times for a while. Whenever heavy weather came this way, he was always sure to top off his tanks and supplies.

He was about half way home when he spotted a strange lump on the side of the road. As he drove by it, he couldn't fully make out what the object was, but his instincts told him to investigate. He stopped his truck and backed up until his headlights illuminated the mass. The black door swung open as a heavy boot set itself firmly on the ground. He stood up from the truck, checking both directions for headlights before crossing. 

He made his way to the snow shrouded mass, kneeling down next to it. He wiped away the layer of ice flakes, revealing olive drab fabric. Wiping more snow away, he quickly realized that this was a body. He found the arm and rolled the body onto its back. The glow from his headlights illuminated the features of an unconscious young woman. Viktor pulled off one of his gloves and pressed his exposed hand to the woman's throat. Her flesh was frigidly cold but a faint slow pulse still lingered. She wasn't dead, but she wasn't far from it. Scooping her up in a swift move, he carried her to his truck. She was so light in his arms. "I've raised pups that weighed more than her," Viktor thought to himself.

After setting her in the passenger seat of his truck, he removed her snow-caked backpack, jacket, boots, and pants and left them on the floor. He turned the cabin heater on to full power hoping to buy some time before hypothermia could fully take effect. He drove off with more speed than he would normally dare in such weather. 

The nearest clinic was a half hour drive and the nearest hospital was further than that. He had to get her warm and quickly. The closest place was his cabin, less than ten minutes driving time. There, he had a large tub in his bathroom and a fifty gallon water heater in the basement. It could do the trick... if she still had time.

Along the way, Viktor began to realize the implications that this situation held for him. "What am I doing?" He thought to himself, "The next full moon is two nights away and the weather as it is, she'd have to stay at least that long. She could learn what I am! The ritual could be jeopardized! All the grief over this... human." He looked over to his passenger and as much as his baser instincts despised her presence, his humane instincts pitied this girl, this... innocent. "'Innocent,'" Viktor thought, "There's a word with meaning." The word triggered the sweet part of a bittersweet memory and he resolved himself to the situation: he was going to take care of his passenger and deal with the rest later.

Just then, Viktor's train of thought was broken when he saw another lump in the snow, this one much larger. He slowed and saw it was a car spun out on the side of the road. Seeing no one around or inside the car, he drove on. 

By the time Viktor parked his truck, he was sweating in his jacket, but his passenger was still out and cold. Not bothering to park in the garage, he left the vehicle in the driveway, just in front of his cabin. He rushed into the house with the girl in his arms, not bothering to remove his boots. Setting her on the bathroom floor with a towel under her neck, Viktor set about drawing a hot bath. 

With the water temperature set just below scalding, he left the tub to fill as he stripped the woman of her remaining clothes. Gently as he could, he set her into the tub, making sure her head would remain above the water line. 

With the tub full, Viktor sat on the toilet and watched for signs of life, taking her pulse and temperature and changing the water when it cooled. Slowly the woman improved. The color of caramel and cream came to her skin. Her pulse became stronger and the rise and fall motion of her chest was evident in the ripples of the water. Satisfied that she would live through the night, Viktor left the bathroom to attend to other matters, such as his truck and its cargo of fuel.

Chapter 3

Viktor stood on the veranda off the master bedroom smoking a cigar. The icy swirl of wind and snow beat against his face and wiped through his hair. Normally he would be sitting in one of the chairs looking off into the distance, towards the mountains, but now he was standing, leaning against the deck railing. His gaze was directed into his bedroom peering through the insulated glass of the French doors to the young woman who laid asleep in his bed. 

He stood there contemplating his guest, observing her as she slowly breathed. Soon she would be awake and that would be when his problems would begin. Her recovery and the weather would require her to be here for several days, and that meant she would be present for the ritual. That means she could easily discover what he was and that was a problem.

He engaged in guessing on how he should approach the situation. He had two choices, one to keep her oblivious to the ritual and his true nature, or tell her plainly about everything. Each shared its risks, but each had its advantages. 

If he managed to keep his secret, she would eventually recover, the snow would clear, and she could be on her way, none the wiser, and he would be safe. The problem with this plan was that it would be extremely difficult at best and impossible at worst. Performing the ritual while keeping her oblivious to it would be hard enough, not to mention not dropping hints of his true nature in the mean time. 

However, if he told her what he was, he wouldn't have to hide anything from her and the problem would be resolved however that left her knowing what he was and that meant doing one of two things to protect himself, and neither of which he was prepared to do to her, at least not yet.

He pondered his conundrum, weighing his options carefully, but then he realized that he was only thinking of the ramifications for him and not his guest. He had no desire to throw her into the middle of his personal situation. As far as she would know, once she woke up, that he was just a kind stranger. She wouldn't know anything about him. 

If he moved everything he needed for the ritual into one part of the villa and kept her out of it, he might just pull it off. All he had to do was to keep her in the dark and they could go their separate ways. "In the dark," Viktor mused himself, "There's a contradiction in terms." Besides, if she found out, he could always resort to plan b. 

Chapter 4

Megan's last memory was of darkness and cold. That was her impression now. She felt cold, not nearly as cold as before but still cold, and darkness. Her body didn't seem to be attached to her mind anymore. She had no sense of her legs, arms, or anything else, only the darkness and the cold. 

Then a new sensation, weight. Slowly she became aware of her body, not so much feeling it in terms of touch, sound, or sight, but rather she became aware of its weight. It felt heavy, impossibly heavy. She tried to move, but nothing happened. She was unable to move anything, as though she were buried in sand. Panic gripped her. "Have I been buried alive?" her mind screamed. Her mind thrashed trying to get something to move, but to no avail.

Then another sensation: warmth. Megan's mind stilled, absorbing this new feeling, a much welcome change to the cold. It came slowly but as she warmed, her mind calmed. The weight of her body lifted some but she was still unable to move.

Another sensation, a dull ache all over her body. This wasn't nearly as pleasant as the warmth, but it was reassuring that she could feel something. The more aware she became of the ache, the more she could feel her body. She could feel herself breathing and she could control it somewhat in terms of length and depth, but the rest of her still felt immobile. 

It seemed like a long time, but then she realized that she was merely asleep. It was a deep sleep, but still just asleep. Her mind aware of this, she began to force herself to wake up. She always thought of dreaming as being like swimming in pool of infinite dimensions, and waking up as coming out of that pool. Now she was swimming up to the surface.

Taking as deep a breath as she could, she managed to force her eyes open. Her lids pealed back slowly allowing the dim blurry light into her eyes. Her mind winced at the light and her lids closed again. After collating herself for another try, she forced her eyes open again. The lids of her eyes slid opened slowly. This time, the light wasn't as blurry and it didn't cause her to wince. 

Her eyes shifted about. She was in a room she did not recognize. The steeply vaulted ceiling had an exposed timber frame of darkly stained wood. The walls were covered in dark purple wall fabric. There were four narrow vertical windows on the far wall that let in only minimal light. 

Megan, able to move her eyes, decided to try and move other parts of her body. First, she tried her arms. Her muscles quickly revealed themselves as the source of the ache she felt. She persevered in her efforts. She found her motions cumbersome and awkward. Her body didn't seem to fit anymore. She tried to sit up but was immediately confronted by dizziness. She laid back deciding to wait to summon up more strength before trying again.

In the mean time, she began to investigate the bedding she was laying in. A soft mattress with high count fiber sheets if her touch was to be trusted. The top layer felt like a down comforter with a velvet cover. To either side of her, she felt several plush pillows. No doubt that she was laying on a few pillows of the same verity. She was quiet content to remain there until she discovered something startling: she didn't have any clothes on!

Just as she was about to panic, a man walked into the room from a door right next to the bed. "Oh good, you're awake," he spoke in a soft voice, "How are you feeling?"

"Where am I, who are you, and where the hell are my clothes?" Megan asked in a barely audible and fragmented voice. 

Viktor smiled seeing that even after nearly freezing to death she had some spunk in her. He had a feeling that as she got better he would be seeing more of that attitude. "You're safe," he said, "This is my cabin. I brought you here when I found you out in the snow. I am Viktor, Viktor Drake. As for your belongings, they're over there, in the dresser. The clothes you were wearing are in the dryer and will be ready in a little while. In the mean time, you should be able to find something appropriate to wear in the dresser as well."

Megan closed her eyes momentarily trying to retain everything just said as well as to moisten her corneas. "Ok," Megan thought to herself, "So I remember walking on the road; he says he found me; I'm at his cabin, he said his name was... Vic... Vic something or other; and," Megan reopened her eyes, getting her first real look at her apparent rescuer, "Damn he's tasty!" The well fitted black teary cloth robe he wore perfectly matched Viktor's black hair and did little to hide his svelte build. His emerald eyes were gazing at her in a most disquieting way. 

Viktor saw the carnality of her shocked expression on her face. He tried to disguise his grin as a soft smile. "I brought you something," He said as he sat on the edge of bed, "This should bring some color back to those cheeks." One of his arms deftly slid underneath Megan's shoulders and gently sat her upright as his other arm extended to offer her a mug that smelled of a good chicken broth with a hint of curry. For Megan, the smell was heavenly. That's when she realized how hungry she was. 

With both hands she clasped her weak grip around the cup. The heated ceramic cup was steadied by Viktor's hand as Megan took a healthy sip. Both the temperate heat of the broth and the peppery heat of the mild curry could be felt as it poured into her mouth. The trickle of the steamy liquid down her throat left a thawing tingle in her chest. 

Almost immediately she felt better. Her head was clearing and she felt the strength return to her hands. She grasped the cup fully. Viktor withdrew his hand seeing it no longer necessary to support the cup. Megan quickly emptied the mug in a few short swigs. 

She rested the empty cup in her palms on her lap, using the residual warmth of the ceramic for her hands. That's when she noticed that the bed sheets had fallen away and that she was exposed from the midriff up. Immediately she clutched the sheets to her chest and looked over to the man beside her for any sign that he had been staring. 

This time Viktor couldn't disguise or contain his grin. While he had noticed her exposure, and he had derived some enjoyment at the sight of her naked breasts, he was far more amused by her reaction.

"What are you looking at?" Megan asked venomously; not so much irritated at her visitor, but embarrassed at herself.

"You," Viktor answered smirkingly. By the smolder of her brown eyes, he could see how easily her emotions could become flared. "I'll leave to give you some privacy. I'll come back when lunch is ready," Viktor said as he stood up, turning towards the door.

"Lunch?" Megan asked confused, "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's a little after noon."

"But why is it so dark outside?"

"It's snowing. It hasn't stopped since last night." 

With that, Viktor walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Megan sat there for a moment suddenly confronted by the world around her. She began to realize how close she had come to death and that the man who had just walked out had saved her life. She cursed herself. 

She hated being saved. She hated herself even more for having been in need of saving. Being rescued left her feeling incapable and weak. She hated that feeling. It would frustrate her to no end when others tried to do things for her. She didn't want to be treated like an invalid. 'Oh you poor girl' was the one phrase in all the English language she most fiercely despised. 

As she sat there chastising herself, her stomach rumbled audibly. Remembering her hunger, she scooted over to the edge of the bed. Shakily, she stood up. Feeling the plush dark purple carpet under her feet, she walked over to the dresser Viktor had mentioned. 

The dark stained cherry of the dresser matched that of the vaulted ceiling. She pulled open the top of the five drawers to find the contents of her backpack inside. Her wallet, CD player, CD's, headphones, cigarettes, lighter, and all the other junk she carried was all there, except for her clothes. She closed the top drawer and pulled the next drawer open. Here were her clothes. Her pants were stacked and folded, so were her shirts, and everything else... including her underwear. 

Something unnerved her about the idea that a man had touched her most intimate garments. At least they were all there. At least he hadn't taken any for his "personal use." 

Megan took out a pair of panties and slipped them on. She was about to just pick out something from her own collection, but then she remembered Viktor's comment about "something appropriate." Somewhat curious about what he had meant, she continued down the drawers.

The middle drawer contained what looked like a black terry cloth robe similar to Viktor's. It felt soft and looked about her size. She took out the robe. It unfurled from the drawer as she took it out. Holding it in mid air, it seemed to be the right length. "Ah what the hell," she thought as she sheathed herself in the robe. It felt like downy fur against her skin. 




The Cabin



As Megan tied the knot in her robe, she bent down to investigate the last two drawers. They were empty. As she was about to leave in search of lunch, she also noticed that there was a second dresser which she hadn't noticed before. "If he's gone through my things," she thought, "It's only fair I get to go through his."

She opened the top drawer. There were various personal items; a couple watches, one gold with a tan leather wristband and one silver with a black leather wristband, a set of keys, cufflinks, and various paraphernalia. This was defiantly his stuff. The second drawer had a few sweat and dress shirts. The third drawer was pants; mostly black kakis and blue jeans. The forth drawer was socks, underwear and neckties. The last drawer was dress shoes; two pairs of loafers and a pair of wingtips. 

Looking back over to the dresser with her stuff in it, she realized that it must have been pretty much empty before she arrived. She also began to notice how everything seemed to be for two people. The queen sized bed, the dressers, the size of the room seemed to be built for two people. 

As Megan continued to look around the room, she saw that the windows at the end of the room were actually French doors. As she approached, Megan saw that the doors led onto a small porch which was now covered with about four feet of snow with more still falling. Even with all that snow, she could still partially see the frames of two metal chairs sitting on the small deck. "Seating for two," she thought, "This guy has got to be married."

In a way, the thought of his rescuer being married was disappointing. Obviously he was a decent guy, cute, and he had nice house. He looked a little old for her but the idea of a guy like him being off the market was somewhat depressing. 

Chapter 5

From the bedroom and down the stairs, there was the great hall that made up most of the first floor of the cabin. In the middle of the hall was the dining area which was composed of a massive dark-stained oak table that easily accommodated the eight throne-like chairs that surrounded it. It looked as if it had just come from a royal dining hall of some medieval European palace. 

Adjacent to the dining area, was the sitting area made up by several large leather couches that sat around a small coffee table. The coffee table looked to be a miniature version of the dining table except for the inlayed chess board made of white soapstone and black slate that was centered on the coffee table. The intricately carved pieces were all set to play on the high gloss surface, but it was obvious that they hadn't been moved in a while. 

At the opposite end of the great hall was composed of the kitchen which was U shaped with a large center island. The dark stained cherry cabinets, their wrought iron hardware, and the slate countertops seemed to be ancient. So too seemed the pots, pans, and various cooking utensils that were suspended on steel hooks from the hanging pot rack above the center island. 

The only sign of modernness were the appliances and even they had the look of medieval style crude efficiency. The stainless steel of the wide refrigerator reflected the antique look of the kitchen. So too did the chrome fixtures of the black marble sink. The cast iron grating on top of the restaurant grade range allowed it to blend right in with everything else.

Viktor stood on the charcoal colored slate of the kitchen floor, putting the finishing touches on the hardy stew that was simmering on the industrial sized cook top. "Hmm," Viktor thought to himself, "a little more cumin." As he was reached for the spice, the sound of footsteps on the stairs reached his ears. He whipped his head around towards the staircase. He saw the robed figure of his impromptu guest. No longer used to the presence of another in his home, he was exceptionally aware of her. 

"Hmm," Viktor commented, "That was quick. Did you find everything alright?"

"Yes," Megan replied, "Thank you."

"Well, you must be hungry. Please, have a seat."

Megan perched herself upon a stool at the kitchen island. She sat there as Viktor dished up the properly flavored stew. Viktor served her with an immense bowl of a thick meaty soup that almost resembled gravy, big enough to require both hands to hold with an equally immense metal spoon. 

Megan took the spoon and began to eat. As she raised the first bite to her mouth, the intricately melded aroma of the soup filled her nostrils. As the viscous liquid that coated the back of the spoon touched her tongue, the full bodied flavor of the stew flooded her mouth. Megan's idea of comfort food was a bag of Doritos, but this was on a completely different plane of contentment. With the contents of the spoon in her mouth, she became torn; to savor the bite, or satisfy her hunger. Hunger won, and she ate ravenously. As Megan ate, so too did Viktor. 

His pace was not as fevered as Megan's but he had every intention of finishing every bite in his bowl. He would need the energy soon.

Viktor was impressed by her resilience. Just last night she was on Death's door, and this morning she was up and moving around under her own power. She was recovering quickly; more quickly than he had thought; perhaps too quickly. He had hoped that she would be somewhat subdued by her recuperation; thus aiding in camouflaging his temporary double life, but that looked to be a false hope now. Viktor's train of thought was interrupted by the clank of Megan's spoon dropping into her empty bowl. "Wow, she can eat," Viktor thought. 

Megan sat up straight as she took in a deep sign of contentment, though as she exhaled she suddenly felt light headed. Her sense of balance went all out of whack and then she felt herself beginning to fall backwards. Just as she was about to say, "Whoa...," her back hit something. It wasn't the floor; it was just supporting her upper back, just across the shoulder blades. She looked and saw that it was Viktor and that it was his arm that had caught her before she fell off the stool. "Thanks," Megan said feeling a renewed tiredness.

"Perhaps we should get you seated somewhere a little less perilous," Viktor said, "like the couch."

"Sounds good," Megan replied as she stood up with Viktor's arm still stabilizing her. "Oh good reflexes by the ways," she commented.

"Thanks," Viktor said with a forced smile. "I better keep those under control if I don't want her getting suspicious," Viktor thought to himself. 

As they walked over to the sitting area, Megan did her best to stand on her own but her body, still recovering from the previous night's chill, did not want to obey. Viktor kept a hand on her arm just above the elbow to steady her balance and to support her as needed. 

Megan heavily sat down, quickly sinking into the soft leather cushions. The air of contentment she wore on her face was apparent as was her tiredness, but Viktor hoped to have a few questions answered before she fell asleep. 

"Mind if I ask you your name?" Viktor asked, "I could just keep on calling you 'You,' but I'd just as soon call you by name." 

"Megan; my name in Megan."

"So no last name, like Cher, huh?"

"Sanders is my last name."

"Mind if I ask what you were doing on the side of the road in a snow storm?"

"I was trying to get to a gas station. My car spun out and it wouldn't start so I decided to make a run for it."

"Well, you were lucky I found you. You still had a long way to go and this is about the time when the wolves around here start getting hungry."

"Wait a minute, WOLVES? There are wolves around here?"

"Yeah. Their den is about a mile north of here." 

"You think they would have... eaten me?"

"Well, when they're facing starvation, they aren't that picky about what or even who they eat."

Megan closed her eyes and tried to shut out the thought of being clawed at, chewed, and gnawed for food. Trying to think of something else, she changed topics. "Just curious, how far was I from anywhere?"

"Well, here was the closest place and you were... seven miles off, and as for the nearest gas station, that would be about fourteen miles." 

Megan silently cursed herself.

"So, what you were doing out there?" Viktor asked.

"I just told you," Megan retorted.

"I meant, why were you out there in the first place? What caused your little road trip? Were you heading somewhere? Going to visit someone?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, that probably means you're on the run. Can we expect a visit from the police, or is your crazy control freak stalker boyfriend after you?"

"I don't have a crazy stalker... whatever boyfriend."

"Ok, but you still didn't answer my question."

"Look Vic, um what the hell is your name again?"

"Viktor, Viktor Drake."

"Look Viktor, I appreciate what you did, but I just don't want to talk about this. OK?"

"Ok. I didn't mean to be intrusive; I just prefer to get right to the point. It's just how I am."

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Megan felt her tiredness returning, but she wanted to return the favor of being grilled, so she asked, "So, why is your bedroom so big?"

"Because I designed to be that big," Viktor replied.

"You designed this place?" Megan asked in impressed disbelief. 

"That's one of the perks of being an architect. You get to design your own house." Viktor slumped back into the leather seat grinning with pride. 

"What I meant was, why did you design that room so big in the first place? There's easily enough space in there for a couple of people."

"That's because it was designed for two people. Most master bedrooms are."

"It's your house. You could've designed it any way you wanted."

"Guess what? Now I don't want to talk about this."

"So that probably means you're married. Do I get to meet her or is this where you keep your mistress?"

"I do not have nor have I ever had a 'mistress.'" Viktor's attitude and tone became sharply serious.

"So, you're married."

"My wife was murdered ten years ago. I built this place to be our home. Ok?"

"Oh," Megan realized what she had just stirred up, "Sorry. I didn't mean to... you know."

"Well, if you really want to make it up to me, you could tell me why you were out there driving."

Megan didn't want to discuss her personal issues but what were hers in comparison to the ones that Viktor had just revealed. It was only fair to share her story. 

"I was running away from home," She admitted. "My mother is a drunk, she hits me, and last week one of her junky boyfriends tried to rape me." 

Viktor closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He was desperately trying to keep his rage in check. The thought of rape always triggered a malicious impulse in him. If he couldn't keep his anger in check, there was no telling what could happen.

He had come from an abusive family and knew first hand (no pun intended) what kind of hurt it could cause, but rape, rape was another matter all together. 

He considered rape to be as severe a crime as murder and in some ways even worse. At least in murder the victim stops suffering, the pain ends, but in rape the victim's agony continues for the rest of their lives, long after the physical scares heal, the emotional and psychological ones remain and sometimes never heal. 

"I'm sorry," Viktor finally said.

"Don't be, you didn't do it," Megan replied. There was a silent pause then Megan asked "Where's the bathroom?"

"It's the second door on the left from the master bedroom," Viktor answered.

"Thanks," Megan said and then retreated up the stairs. Viktor remained seated on the couch for a moment trying to still his mind. Thinking of Zoe was brought old wounds, among other things, to the surface. He had to keep himself in check. He closed his eyes and deliberately controlled his breathing, finding his center. After a few minutes, the stir within him began to slow, but the rush of unspent energy in his blood made his hands shake. 

He was always like this about this time of the lunar month, but this was getting really difficult to control. He couldn't indulge his usual outlet, because of his guest and all this personal talk was only making things worse. Maybe he could slip out tonight and burn off some energy while she was asleep. Feeling calmer, Viktor suddenly remembered that the clothes in the dryer would be finished by now.

Chapter 6

Standing over sink, Megan washed her hands in the white porcine bowl that sat in the black marble countertop. For some strange reason, the white veins that swirled in the black stone reminded her of the veins under her own skin. As she thought this, she felt the ridges of flesh of her wrist under the warm stream of water. The horizontal scars across her wrist always remaindered her of how many nights the only proof that she was still alive was the pain she felt and the blood she saw. Diverting her mind, she grabbed the terrycloth towel off the rack and intently dried her hands. She stepped out of the bathroom and nearly collided with Viktor who was carrying the clothes that she had been wearing last night.

"Oh, sorry," Megan said. "Hay, those are mine," she added with a slight tone of annoyance.

"Yeah, they just finished in the dryer so I was bringing them up," Viktor replied.

Megan snatched her belongings from Viktor's hands with a slight scowl on her face. Viktor was slightly surprised by how rudely she had taken her clothes back, but wasn't about to stop her from taking back what belonged to her. 

She turned and walked to her bedroom, feeling somewhat violated at his incessant touching of her things. About to slam the door, she turned to face Viktor and asked in a venomous tone, "Did you have to go through all my stuff, touch absolutely everything that belongs to me?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Viktor replied.

"Why the hell did you take all my clothes anyways?"

"Well, I had to put you in the tub to thaw you out, it's not like I had a whole lot of a choice."

"What?"

"I thought I made this clear; when I found you, you were on the verge of hypothermia. I brought you back here and put you in the bathroom tub to thaw you out. Your clothes were caked with snow and were making you colder and they would have acted as an insulator, slowing the heating process, not to mention, they would have made cleanup a lot worse."

"Oh." Megan had almost forgotten what he had done for her. She knew that she should have been more grateful to him, but she hated being grateful to anyone. She hated being indebted to anyone, and the biggest debt of gratitude she owed was to the man standing at the other end of the hall. "Thank you for...," the words were hot in her throat, "taking care of me."

"You're welcome," Viktor replied. Megan was about to close the door when Viktor added, "Oh, one other thing; I just wanted you to know that as long as you're going to be staying here, you pretty much have free reign to do what you want, but there are two things I would appreciate you would do. The first is if you have to smoke, please don't do it in the main house. In the garage or in the shop is just fine. I would also say that outside would be fine too, but I think it's just a little too cold right now."

"The second is to stay out of that room," Viktor pointed to the door ant the end of the hall, "That is my study were I keep most of my business and personal things and I'd prefer it if you stayed out."

"Ok," Megan replied, "So where's the shop and the garage?"

"Um, down the stairs, to the kitchen, behind the island there's a door between the stove and the fridge, that's the garage. The door from the garage to the shop should be open. You'll figure it out. I'll turn the space heater on so you don't freeze."

"Thanks." With that Megan closed the door with her still warm laundry. As she walked over to the dresser to find some real clothes to wear, she became curious about that room at the end of the hall from which she was forbidden. "What is he hiding from me?" she wondered. "What doesn't he want me to see? Besides, he's seen everything I own, why shouldn't I return the favor?" she thought with a devilish grin. "Perhaps tonight I can get a sneak peek while he's asleep." 

Chapter 7

The shop was well lit by several florescent lights which were suspended from the ceiling. Three of the four walls were lined with large cabinets with a laminated counter top and overhead shelving. Megan sat on a stool in the middle of the shop, now dressed in her usual attire; torn jeans, her "Music as a Weapon tour" hooded sweatshirt, and an olive drab camouflage jacket that was two sizes too big for her. The heated blast of air coming from the mini jet engine in the corner blew the ash off the tip of Megan's lit cigarette. She looked around at all the rather impressive looking tools, parts, and bits scattered about the shop; any number of these items had something sharp pointing out of them. A few she recognized from shop class, but didn't recall how to use them or what purpose they served. 

To be honest, the harsh industrialism of the shop classroom and the equally harsh teacher made her uncomfortable around tools, and she felt intimidated by the noise of the machines. However she always had the feeling that if she could learn to use the tools, she'd enjoy the feeling of power of those tools. Somehow she always imagined that the palm sander had other potential uses, especially for her personal satisfaction. 

As she took another drag from her cigarette, Viktor entered the shop. He had changed into clothes too; blue jeans and a black sweatshirt and an unzipped bomber jacket. His long hair was collected in a neat ponytail in the back. "I see you found everything ok," he said, "Mind if I join you?"

"Whatever," Megan replied, "It's your house." "Want one?" She offered him a cigarette.

"No thanks," he answered.

"Oh, so you're not a smoker."

"No, I prefer cigars."

"Smoke is smoke. What could you have against cigarettes?"

"Not all smoke is the same. I may like a good burger but that doesn't mean I have to like white castle."

"Whatever."

"Tell you what. I'll light up a cigar and you tell me if it's the same." With that, Viktor reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small wooden box. He pulled the end cap off to reveal the butt ends of three cigars. He slid one of them out and replaced the cap on the box and returned it to his jacket pocket. From his other jacket pocket, he produced an object that Megan did not recognize but its use became apparent quickly as Viktor used it to cut off the end of the cigar. Returning the cutter to his pocket, he took out a lighter, placed the cut end of the cigar in his mouth, and lit the cigar. 

The thick smoke of the rich tobacco quickly billowed from Viktor's mouth and nose. As the air was circulated by the jet engine heater, the heady and musky odor reached Megan. It was definitely far more potent than her cigarette but somehow it was pleasant and even strangely familiar. The dull red on black of the lit cigar glowed bright orange with every draw. 

"Ok," Viktor said, "Have a puff and you tell me if it smokes like a cigarette."

"No way," Megan retorted, "You've had you mouth all over that thing."

"You're willing to breath in toxin and carcinogen laced smoke but not willing to share a few germs," Viktor commented with a no small amount of sarcasm in his voice, "Ok, I'll make this sanitary." He opened on of the overhead cabinets and pulled out a small stout bottle of what looked like an expensive whiskey. From the same shelf, he also took out a small glass and poured out a small measure of the brown liquid. Then he dipped the butt end of the cigar into the glass. "There, all nice and clean." He handed the cigar to Megan. "Oh by the way, don't inhale."

Tentatively, she took the cigar then she put it to her lips. She immediately tasted the whiskey, but quickly it followed by the earthy alkaline musk of the tobacco. She drew slowly, heeding Viktor's warning. It drew differently than a cigarette. Cigarettes drew like soda through a narrow straw; this drew like a milk shack through a wide straw. The smoke seeped into her mouth. The potent taste and aroma filled her taste buds and sinuses, almost like a pepper but it wasn't spicy, just potent. She withdrew the cigar from her lips and nearly spat out the smoke, not out of dislike but to keep herself from inhaling. 




The Cabin



"That's different," Megan conceded. 

"You didn't like it?" Viktor asked.

"A little bit much for my tastes," Megan commented as she handed the cigar back to Viktor, "I'll be tasting that all day."

"That's half the fun."

"Whatever."

There was a pause as Viktor took long draw. "Well, I just finished checking the generator. Its running nicely and the tank is full of fuel, plus plenty of reserve fuel so we're set for a while."

"You don't get power lines out here?"

"Ho we do. It's just that the snow tends to build up on the power lines and knock them out. That's when a generator becomes useful." 

"Let me guess, if the power lines are down, then the phone lines are down too."

"Yes."

"Please tell me you have a cell phone."

"No, and even if I did, there's no signal here due to the mountains. Sorry."

"So we're stuck here."

"Actually, I do have a snowmobile, but I still need to do some prep work on it before it'll run."

Megan sighed deeply in annoyed frustration. "So, how long am I going to have to stay here?"

"I didn't realize you were in such a hurry to leave."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm just giving you a hard time." Viktor smiled. "I'd guess that the snow will let up in a few hours. It'll probably be a few days for the plows to get this far once the snow stops. I'd say you've got about a week's stay here, give or take a bit. 

"A week? I can't stay here a week!"

"Why not? Where have you got to go? Where are you running to?"

Megan was silent, stamped out her cigarette, leaving the butt on the concrete floor, and went inside.



The Cabin



It was a hot summer day when Lori and I headed for the beach just down from my cabin in the woods. We were there for a week of being alone with each other.

We had met a couple months ago at a seminar about proto-type electronics. She was there to learn how to sell prototyping and I was there to teach how to sell. We met at a private class I was teaching. After talking for some time, we went for coffee. We had been dating ever since and thought that this week would be good for both of us.

This was our first day here and it was time for the beach. Since the area was deserted, and the beach was not visible to anyone, it was perfect for nude sunbathing. Of course, we had on our suits as we headed for the beach. When we got there we spread a blanket on the sand and Lori stood and took of her bikini. 

Such beautiful breasts. They were a beautiful set if I ever saw them. As she streached her arms up to the sun, I could she how rounded, and firm they were. And when she took off the bikini bottom, she was glistening, and wet.

"Seems like the sun excites you."

"Yes it does. Very much. But then so do you."

"Thank you."

We lay down on the blanket and started to kiss. Our lips continued the passion we had felt last night, exploring each other's mouths. Our hands touched here and there. Making each other hard and wet. Then we relaxed, since we had all week, and went to sleep in the sand.

It must have been a couple of hours before we woke. I felt restricted and tried to get up but found my hands tied above my head, and my feet tied together. I glanced over to Lori and saw that she was tied in a similar fashion.

"You okay?" 

"Yes, but what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know." And I didn't. I was as confused as I had ever been. People don't know about my cabin as it is in an out of the way area, even if only 2 miles from the nearest town.

Then as I was thinking about our predicament, out of the woods came the most beautiful woman I had seen in a long time. Lori is beautiful, but this woman was outstanding. Maybe it was because out here in the woods she was wearing thigh high black leather boots, very short latex shorts, a latex bra, and latex gloves that went up to her shoulders. She had platinum hair that cascaded around and over her shoulders. 

She had a heart shaped face that was, I guess, sweet looking. She did not look like she belonged in that outfit.

Behind here walked a very good-looking man. Tall, and blond. 6'2" tall, muscular, and when she stopped walking, he stopped about 3 feet behind her. I got the idea she was in control. 

She walked over to Lori and told her, "If you are good, you will have a good time. If you are not good, well, you will see." Then she walked over to me and straddled my body. The shorts she had on clung to her body leaving nothing and everything to the imagination. "It doesn't matter if you are good or not. You will do as you are told. You may enjoy what happens and you may not. It is up to you."

She motioned with her head and the guy with her grabbed me by the arms, brought me to my feet and shoved me toward the cabin. As I was walking, I saw the woman helping Lori to her feet and making her walk toward the cabin.

When we got there we were shown inside and told to sit in straight back wooden chairs in front of the fireplace. My hands were retied behind my back and my feet were tied to the chair legs. Lori was tied in the same manner. Our two captors walked in a circle around us. Then they stood directly in front of both Lori and I.

"You will address me as Mistress Jeanne. This is my slave David. He obeys me fully. Although he is my slave, you will follow his every order as if you are his slave. If you don't, you will suffer the consequences. Is that understood?"

I was getting madder than hell. "What the hell is this shit? Who the fuck do you think you are? You can't do this to us."

"I already have. There is no one around here for at least 2 miles. And I can do as I please. Listen to me. If you behave and don't resist too much, you will be fine. No permanent damage will be done to you. An you might even have a good time. I know I will." She had a look of sexual lust in her eyes that fascinated me. I couldn't look away. She knew it too. 

I glanced over at Lori to see that she was looking at the big blonde guy. He was looking at her also. It seems that we were trapped no matter what we wanted.

"What are you going to do with us? What?"

"We are going to have our way with you. So sit there and enjoy yourself."

She walked towards Lori, stopped in front of her and caressed her cheek. At first Lori pulled away, but gradually she started to respond to the touch. Then Mistress Jeanne took David's hand and put it in place of hers. He caressed her as well, and Lori moved her cheek into the palm of his hand. When she realized how she was reacting, she pulled away and looked at me. I have to 

admit that watching her like that was getting to me a little. I don't know why, it just did.

Soon he moved his hand down to her the top of her breasts. Lightly touching that beautiful skin. And, as I was watching, Lori, a very sensual woman, started to moan. Her nipples were standing up through the material of her bikini top. Then David undid the top at the back of her neck and dropped it to the floor. His other hand immediately started to pinch her nipples. She was really moaning at this. Her mouth opened and her breathing came harder. 

Mistress Jeanne came over to stand in front of me and started to caress my cheek. Her hand was warm and smelled of Lori. She kept touching me. Running first one hand then the other over my face. Then she moved behind me so I could not see her. Then all of a sudden, a mask was put over my face. All light was gone. I couldn't see a thing. But I really didn't mind as long as Mistress Jeanne was caressing my face. Her hands rubbed me harder and firmer.

I could hear Lori really moaning. She must have been getting more of her body caressed since I was blindfolded. Then I heard her gasp in surprise. "Gary" she giggled. "What?" I was really confused.

"I think you are enjoying yourself too much." She was actually giggling. "What' the deal? What's going on here?" 

I was torn between feeling hot, as Mistress Jeanne's hand slid down the front of me to my penis and started to touch me there. Started to grab and fondle me. Lori was still giggling, but I was getting hotter and hotter. I sure wish I knew what was going on, but was really starting not to care. The heat on my cock was getting to be almost unbearable. And her hands sure knew how to jack a guy off. 

Then I heard Mistress Jeanne ask Lori if she thought they should take the mask off me now or wait until it didn't matter. Lori said she thought they should wait. The blood was rushing in my head so hard that I just barely heard her. 

Then, while I still felt her hands on my cock, I felt her hands on my face again. I sort of knew that there was more than one person caressing me, and I guess I kind of knew that one was Mistress Jeanne and one was sure to be David but I was too far gone, too hot to care which was which. Until I felt another pair of hands touch my mouth.

Just then I heard Lori sort of give a gasp and say, "Oh, you don't have to do that do you?"

Then Mistress Jeanne said, "Watch him Lori. I am making him like it."

I couldn't figure out what she meant until I felt something touch my lips. It was flesh, hard yet soft, and wet. I knew it had to be a cock. Slowly he forced my mouth open with his cock. It was large and barely fit in my mouth. As it slid through my lips I realized I was in their power. I had lost all control. That cock and those hands were making me insane with 

desire and lust. Involuntarily I started to suck that cock. Knowing that I had no power to decide if I wanted to do this or not made me hotter.

Then I heard Lori gasp, "Does he really like it?" Mistress Jeanne answered "Probably not, but he is too turned on to care. Too turned on to stop."

That cock started pumping faster. Going all the way in my mouth. Almost suffocating me. I was totally engrossed by it. I couldn't get away, and didn't want to. The hand at my cock was moving faster and faster. I heard Lori say, "Let me help."

Then a pair of hands left and I heard Lori's chair slide back as she stood up. When her hands touched my face, I knew it was Lori. She put her mouth near my ear, and said, "don't worry, I am here and I love you no matter what you have to do. This is nothing. Enjoy it. It's turning me on seeing that cock in your mouth. Can I hold it in my hand while you suck on it? Can I jack him off until he cums in your mouth?"

With those words and the feel of her hand on his cock, the guy started to cum. And I couldn't get away. The cum spurted and filled my mouth. And Lori's hand's held my mouth closed so I had to take it all. Then she started to caress my neck to make me swallow it all. I was almost so exhausted I could hardly move. 

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" I could barely hear Mistress Jeanne as she asked me. "Now tie her up again." And Lori gasped, "Why, I did what you wanted?"

Then my mask came off. I could see them tying her spread eagle to the floor. Her hands tied to the spit of the fireplace, and her feet tied to the couch. "Hey, what is this? Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because we want to. You didn't think that after your boyfriend sucked a little cock that it was over did you?"

Mistress Jeanne walked over and straddled Lori. Then she crouched down and put her pussy right above Lori's mouth. "When I take these shorts off you will lick and suck my pussy and make me cum." Then she stood up. I looked around and saw that there were now 4 men, and 2 women in the cabin. Mistress Jeanne, and David, another woman and 3 more men. All were naked. By the look of David's cock, it was him that came in my mouth. He was leaning against the wall, and his cock was flaccid. 

The other men were all well built. One had brown hair, about 6 feet tall with a cock about 7 inches long and looked to be Spanish. Another had brown hair, was 5'9" tall, had a cock about 8 inches long and look to be Irish. The third was black, about 5'6' tall, slightly built, almost a feminine shape with a 10 inch cock. The woman was 5'8" tall, red headed, with a build right out of Penthouse. Her breasts were full, round, and stood straight out like those of a 20-year-old.

Mistress Jeanne stood up and told Debbie, the other girl, to put her pussy on Lori's mouth and make her suck her clit. Debbie moved over and lowered herself to Lori's mouth. Mistress Jeanne grabbed a cat o nine tails and slapped it across Lori's thighs and said, "You had better be good, or you will get more of this."

Lori had told me before that she had had sex with another woman and had enjoyed it a little but still preferred men. So this was not a big deal for her I figured. In fact I could see her smiling as she set about her task. And Debbie started to moan almost at once. Lori had quite a skill at sucking pussy. Debbie was rolling her head and moaning like she would cum any second. And Lori was moaning and writhing underneath her.

I could hear Debbie as she started to cum. Her body started to spasm. Her head went back and she almost howled. 

Mistress Jeanne walked over to Lori and took her shorts off and crouched down to Lori's lips. "Lick my pussy you little tramp. Make Mistress Jeanne cum." Lori set about her task, and at the same time all the guys moved in and started to caress her. 

They were touching her all over. One had her left breast, one her right breast, two were kissing her feet and caressing her legs and David was fucking her. She was covered with men and Mistress Jeanne and really turned on. Her body was shaking as she sucked on her Mistress. And Mistress Jeanne was moaning like she would cum any minute. 

"Lick me, lick me. Make me cum. Now." And Mistress Jeanne came in an explosion that almost rocked the building, and fell off Lori and rolled to the side. 

Then the men took over. Moving all over her body. Kissing and caressing all the while that David was shoving his cock in and out of her pussy. Lori was going crazy with all this attention. Moaning louder and louder. "I'm cumming, gawd, I'm cumming. Oooooooooooooo. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oooooooooo. And as the last spasm racked her body, all 5 guys stood up and grabbed their cocks, stroked themselves and came all over her. 

Cum was landing all over her face, breasts, and pussy. It was a fantastic sight. She was shiny with cum. Mistress Jeanne walked over to me, told the guys to make me ready, and they lifted me out of the chair I was in. They grabbed me by the arms and moved me over to where Lori was tied to the floor. Mistress Jeanne put her hand in my hair and forced my face down to Lori's pussy.

"You are now going to lick your girl friend clean. And I am going to make sure." And she did. She moved my head down closer to her pussy and forced my face to touch her. When I didn't open my mouth, Mistress Jeanne hit me with the cat o nine tails. That hurt. 

I figured that the lesser of two evils was to lick up all the cum on Lori's body. Which I did 

immediately. They moved me back and forth over her body. Up and down. By this time, Lori was moaning again. Then they moved me up to Lori's lips. They were cum covered and shiny. And as she looked at me, she opened her mouth to reveal a mouth full of cum. Mistress Jeanne lightly pushed my head down to kiss Lori. And we kissed hard. My cock was stiff again. And David grabbed my cock and slid it into Lori's pussy.

We started to fuck. Slowly at first, then faster. Her hips thrust up to meet me. My hips pushed harder and faster. We were so engrossed that we never noticed when they cut the ropes that tied us. We just continued making love. Both of us covered in cum. 

When we finished, we fell asleep right on the floor. And when we awoke, we were alone. We untied the ropes and moved to the shower. As we were soaping each other's bodies, we started to laugh. The absurdity of what had happened had just hit us. Then we started to get hot again. 

While we were kissing and touching, we decided that it might be fun to try something like this as a planned event next time. We went to bed smiling and talking about the party we were going to have. 



The Cabin



Finally, he was getting away from the world. Somewhere along the way, the philosophy of work to live had turned on him and changed to live to work. It was time for a much needed rest. He couldn't afford to take a whole vacation at the moment, but at least things were slow enough now that he could get away for the weekend. He'd packed up a bundle of random clothes into his old tan backpack and crawled into his little SUV. He pulled away from his island home and headed upstate. 

As the flat of the interstate started to turn into rolling hills, he became vaguely aware of his surroundings once more. Everywhere he'd passed through, each town looked the same. They all had the same size malls, the same configuration of shops and fast food joints. Each of the bigger cities that he crawled through, in road construction traffic, could have been the exact same as any other in America. Damn life on this planet was boring, he thought to himself. 

The radio station he'd been listening to since the last big city started to crackle and fade and with a groan he twisted the knob to off. It figured, he really liked that song and it wasn't likely to be over played anymore. He reached the top of a particular hill and spotted his destination off to the right. The old set of cabins that he and his parents had come to so frequently in his earlier years. His nostalgic reverie was broken as a clap of thunder rolled through from the west and warned him of the impending storm. He was lucky that he would make it to the cabins before the dark clouds rolled in.

Driving through the winding trail into the hills he pulled up to the parking lot in front of the offices. He stepped out of the truck and stretched his legs arching back, joints protesting loudly. His ass was sore from sitting for so long, but he smiled brightly as the fresh country air and the scent of the coming rains filled his nostrils. There was a saliva-inducing waft of fresh bread coming from the little bakery on the corner. He made a mental note to stop in there after he checked in and got his cabin key. His stomach was growling harshly.

He stepped in through the double doors and glanced around in whimsical interest at all the touristy curios and novelties as he approached the main desk. He found himself smiling as that old man was still at his post at the desk after all of these years. Old Bill smiled with recognition as he approached the front desk. 

"My goodness, little Jack Powell," the old man said with a delighted smile. "I haven't seen you up in these parts in...what is it now...fifteen years?"

Jack nodded and smiled. "Hello there Bill, how have you been? How's Eudora?"

Sadness lined the old man's face. "She done passed away a little over five years ago."

Jack nodded sadly, unsure of how to reply to that. He trailed his fingers over the old and chipped polished oak desk. "I'm really sorry to hear that Bill, she was a good woman." Old Bill turned and reached behind him and took the key to cabin fourteen from its hook on the wall behind him. He slid it across the desk with well-weathered hands. "How're your folks doing? Been a long time," the old man said as he checked off Jack name on the thick ledger.

"Well, Mom's doing well. Taking good care of herself. Dad, sadly, passed away last summer. It's okay though, he's no longer in the pain that he was for most of his life," Jack said with a wistful smile. Old Bill just nodded solemnly.

"Well, we've got you in cabin fourteen. The one we usually reserve for you and your family," the old man said gently. "Have a wonderful weekend Jack, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

A clap of thunder boomed close by as Jack snapped the key up in hand and moved to the door. Just as he reached for the handle a young woman stepped in hastily, soaking wet from head to toe. She was dressed in a thin gray t-shirt, well-worn jeans and sneakers. She stopped and smiled at Jack, with a look of mild irritation, having been caught off guard in the rain. She shot him an appraising glance and brushed past him on her way to the desk. Jack just stood there watching her with a bemused stare. Her jeans looked to be painted on and her t-shirt clung to her magnificent curves. Her brown hair hung in wet curly tendrils down her back and she brushed it back over her ears as she approached Old Bill.

"Excuse me sir," she said in a soft throaty voice. "I'm kinda stranded here, is there any chance you've got an extra cabin available?" Bill shook his head lightly and informed her that they were all booked up for the weekend due to the big fishing contest up at the lake. Her mild irritation turned to one of solemn annoyance. She turned on her heel and made for the exit, grumbling to herself about how this day just royally sucked.

He didn't know where it came from, but Jack spoke up without even thinking. "Miss? Um...I've got a cabin booked," he croaked and cleared his throat. "If you want, you can stay with me tonight."

Her brow furrowed and then smoothed as she looked into his eyes from behind her tangled mane. A smile curled on her lips. "Oh, that would be wonderful. Are you sure you don't mind?" She said with a sweet smile. Jack nodded graciously, as he hid the fact that his heart was pounding louder than the thunder from within his chest. His face flushed slightly. He held the door for her and led the way to his truck and drove them down the little trail to cabin fourteen.

Jack unlocked the door to the cabin and held it as he signaled that it was safe for her to leave the SUV without getting too much wetter. She stepped out and smiled, holding her face to the sky as the cool rain cascaded down upon her. She loved the feel of rain, washing down on her. Jack found himself chuckling lightly as he watched her from the doorframe. She was a vision of beauty as she crossed over onto the porch. She stood there, dripping wet. Her chilled nipples poking through the thin t-shirt. She smiled at him, wrung her hair out on the old worn porch and then offered her hand. "By the way, " she said in a voice like velvet. "I'm Layla." 

Jack took her proffered hand and squeezed lightly. Her hand was warm in his and he smiled broadly. "I'm Jack."

He placed his hand at the small of her back and ushered her into the warmth of the cabin. Flipping on the lights as he lay the key on the small table by the door. He glanced around as nostalgic memories flooded in from the confines of his childhood. The place looked the same as it always had. He knew that if he took the time to look, he'd find his name carved on the underside of the dining room table.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. He watched with great interest as she picked her way through the kitchen, checking the cupboards and refrigerator. She turned and beamed at him. "You never know what will get left behind," she said with a shrug.

Jack withdrew his hand from his pocket and thumbed off to the left. "Bathroom's over there if you want to dry off or freshen up." She smiled and nodded as she moved past him to the little bathroom. He found that he couldn't take his eyes off of this wondrous creature. She almost appeared to be on a flight of fancy as she moved about the cabin with casual feline grace.

A few moments later he heard the faucet squeak from inside, followed by the rustling of the shower curtain. He leaned against the closed door and called out that he'd be back in a moment, he was going to make a quick run up to the general store for supplies.

"Okay," she called out over the steam of the shower. "Could you pick up some of that bread I smelled when I got here. It smelled scrumptious" Jack laughed lightly to himself.

His thoughts were filled with imaginations and fantasies of his impromptu companion as he came back thirty minutes later. He closed the door behind him and set the damp sack on the table. Jack looked around and smiled as he spotted her curled up lazily on the sofa. She was reading a dime store novel that had been left behind by a previous visitor. He cocked his head aside as he read the title, "Stacked Deck- a DarkWalk Investigation". 

"Any good?" He asked quietly as he turned and loaded the items from the sack into the fridge. He set the bottle of wine on its side on the top shelf to let it chill.

Layla smiled and nodded over the novella. "Not too shabby, this guy's pretty good. It's about a detective agency run by a vampire." Jack raised a brow and smirked.

"Well alrighty then, " he chuckled. "You ready for some food? I'm starving." 

"Ravenous," she purred as she lowered the book.

They ate a meal of salad with chunks of grilled chicken breast; a loaf of fresh sourdough smothered in honey butter and had now moved on to taking down a wild bottle of Chardonnay. They sat at opposite sides of the sofa and Jack found himself lost in her dark eyes as she gazed wistfully at him. Her fingers twirled a stray tendril of her milk chocolate locks as she became lost in thought.

"So, um...about the sleeping arrangements," he began as he shook himself from her hypnotizing gaze. "I was thinking that you should take the bed tonight and I'll just take the couch." She tilted her head aside as her fingers lazily wandered along her thigh. He stifled a yawn and rose, stating that he'd had a long drive and was going to take a shower.

A few minutes later he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror drying himself off. He leaned on the counter and stared into the mirror for a moment, gathered his thoughts as they strayed to the curvaceous vision in the other room and then brushed his teeth. He pulled on a dry pair of jeans and opened the door to let the steam out. Looking around the corner of the doorframe at the sofa, he noticed that she wasn't there.

He knocked lightly on the bedroom door and started to turn the handle. She beckoned him in with a playful lilt in her voice.

"I've been thinking about the sleeping arrangements, " she purred as she writhed and stretched across the sheets. "And I'm not sure that's going to work for me." Her eyes burned through him with desire, as he stood framed in the doorway, unable to take his eyes from her exquisite naked flesh.

His cock instantly sprang to life as he moved over to the bed. She tightened herself at the knees and rolled slightly, her hands splaying out her hair out around her. She slowly let her fingers caress her smooth skin from her cheeks, down across her breasts, along her ribs and down along the rolling curves of her hips. Layla rolled over onto her side and drew her knees up to her chest, slowly revealing her glistening pink flesh to him. He licked his dry lips as he drank in every subtle curve and line. Her hand slithered between her thighs and trailed sinfully between her silky pussy lips.

Again she writhed before him, shifting over the other direction. She parted her thighs and arched up toward the ceiling, her eyes taunting and urging him forward as she ran both hands along her slick folds, spreading herself before him. He lowered his jeans to the floor, his cock springing forward, aching for her touch. Her heat. She rolled once more over onto her stomach and raised her hips to him, her round ass wriggling lewdly before him. Her wetness running down her thighs, glistening in the dim light. 

Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to her wet heat and kissed her slick lips gently. Then the hunger took over and he pressed himself deep into her folds. His tongue invading deep into the core of her being. She gasped and moaned as she pressed back against her. He flickered his tongue rapidly against her aroused clit. His hands holding her ass cheeks spread apart as he devoured her wicked lust. With a slow agonizing swipe he pressed his tongue to her delicious lips and licked upward, circling her tight ass as she gasped at the sensations and momentarily shuddered at his touch.

She writhed and fell slowly to her side once more, then onto her back. Her smoldering eyes locked on his as he prowled his way up her body, leaving a trail of burning flesh as he nipped at her skin every few inches. Jack lowered his lips to her right nipple, kissing and licking lightly. She splayed her fingers across the back of his head and drew him tight to her. She gasped loudly as he captured her tender flesh between his teeth a pulled. Her whole body quivered as it was set alight the pain subsiding into supreme pleasure.

He released and kissed along the swells of her breasts to the left and circled his tongue around the tightening flesh. He bit and pulled roughly again, her nails leaving crescents in his back. Her breath caught in her chest as she arched against him and instinctively she raked her fingers down his back. Jack raised his lips to hers and took her in a deeply passionate kiss. His cock pressed against her yearning as their hips ground desperately against each other. 

She reached between them, and slid two fingers into her wet pussy, gathering her slick juices and stroked his cock in her slender fingers, rubbing his head along her yearning lips and against her straining clit. She arched against him and guided him into her. He entered her slow and deep, pressing against the wet inner walls. They shared a deep moan and she again clawed down his back, leaving large red welts.

Jack ground slowly against her, withdrawing back to the tip and returned deep within her as her heat sheathed his pulsing cock. Their hips rose and fell as the pace became more frantic. Slow passionate lovemaking quickly turned to frenzied animal lust. The moans and gasps turning quickly into growls and grunts. Together they clamped down on each other's shoulders and bit to the point of almost breaking the skin. Pressed tight against each other holding on in blind desperation, as their bodies collided violently against each other. She reached her strong whirling orgasm, as if a strong wind whisked her off the cliffs into insanity. A scream of purest ecstasy was pulled from her throat on threads of obsession, as her muscles contracted around him.

She reached between them and withdrew his cock from her. She rolled over and quickly straddled him. Her eyes glimmered with her ache for him. She poised her lips over his; hovering tauntingly, her eyes searching deep within his for...something. She quickly took him in a hungry kiss. She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, drawing blood. Releasing with a playful grin. She backed herself down his strong muscular chest kissing and licking and nibbling his inflamed skin, the perspiration seeming to rise in shimmering waves in the dim light.

She took his throbbing cock lightly between her slim fingers and pressed it to her cheek feeling the warmth. She purred against him and with slightly parted lips covered his length in adoring kisses. Flicking her tongue slowly around the ridge of the head and across the slit. He arched and moaned, one hand tangling in her hair the other balling up into a fist as he twisted the bed sheets, as she began stroking his cock toward the exquisite rapture.

She parted her lips and took him into her hot mouth with such leisure that he was in agony with anticipation. She took him into her until he pulsed at the back of her throat and as she withdrew him, she scraped her teeth along the shaft with light pressure, intensifying the sensations and making him gasp and groan. Her eyes lit up as she watched his body language, taking great delight in his reactions, as she continued to urge him toward his own climax.

She licked down along the shaft once more and nibbled at the quivering skin of his balls. Chuckling lightly to herself as they twitched at her attentions. Layla then took each ball, one at a time between her lips and sucked steadily as her hand gripped his cock and stroked him languidly. His hips bucked and ground compulsively.

Jack's head shot back and he grasped at the pillow with one hand as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth again. His breath caught in his chest, fingers digging into her brown tresses. His release exploding into the back of her throat and a violently feral growl made its escape. His body frozen in mid thrust as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss flowed over him, fogging his mind and making his ears ring. The raging storm unheard by him as it pounded on the roof and windows.

Layla took all that he had to give, swallowing his essence with glee. As soon as he could think again, Jack pulled her up to him and held her tight, absorbing each other's warmth. He pulled the covers over them and kissed her passionately, the mix of both of their flavors creating sinful ambrosia. They closed their eyes and sighed in contentment, soon to fall asleep within each other's embrace. As he drifted off to the dark realms of the mind, his thoughts turned to whether he could convince this free spirit to stick around for a while. He sincerely hoped that he could...

© Jay Phantym 2007



The Cabin



She was seventeen when we met. I was an eighteen year old senior. I first saw her at a football game. Our team was losing so I went to the snack bar to drown my sorrows in a hot dog and coke. She was in line in front of me. I could see from her backside that she was well built, flared hips and a bulge up top that promised a large chest. Her honey blond hair hung to her waist. When she turned around, she turned out to be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. How could I have missed seeing her at school?

I barely managed to blurt out, "Hi, I'm Tommy Johnson."

"Hi, yourself, I'm Vicki Wade."

She had a voice like an angel. 

"Would you like to come sit with me for the rest of the game?" I pleaded.

"I don't know. I'm here with friends."

"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" I asked as my heart dove into the dirt.

"No," she laughed, "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm here with the Glee Club."

"Okay, what are you doing after the game?"

"Daddy's picking us up. He's taking us to IHOP."

"I really would like to see you again. Can I have your phone number?"

"No, daddy won't let me give that to anyone, but I'll take yours."

I gave her my number with no real hope that she would ever call me. I was pretty much crushed. For a brief time, she had played me like a yoyo. I felt like a yoyo. I couldn't forget her sparkling smile and the lilt of laughter in her voice. 

For the next two weeks I stumbled down life's path. I just couldn't forget the beautiful girl at the football game. I looked for her on campus, but never even got a glimpse of her. It was like she disappeared. I was sulking in my bedroom when the phone rang. Mom answered it.

"Tommy, it's for you."

I got up and dragged myself downstairs. Probably one of my buddies. "Hello."

"Hi, Tommy? It's me, Vicki Wade. Do you remember me?"

My heart lifted off the launching pad. "Yes, of course. How could I ever forget you," I answered, trying not to sound like an anxious puppy.

"I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, but I've been really busy."

"That's okay," I answered, knowing I would have waited for icicles to form in hell for her call.

"Do you want to hang out?'

"Sure! When? Where?"

"I could meet you at Elmer's."

"Great. When?"

"How about in half an hour?"

"I'll be there!"

I dropped the phone and headed for the shower. I sprinted from the bathroom back to my bedroom and was dressed faster than superman in a phone booth. I shot out the door at mach two headed for Elmer's.

She smiled when she saw me. That smile could have been used as a lighthouse beacon. She was just as beautiful as I remembered.

"Hi, Tommy," she said demurely.

"Hi, Vicki," I panted.

We sat in a booth and ordered a couple of hamburgers. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked.

"I'm afraid that if I look around, you'll disappear again," I mumbled.

"When we finish our burgers, let's go walk in the park."

"Okay," I readily agreed.

We strolled to the park. Well, actually, she strolled and I floated. We walked around the lake and sat on a bench. It was there that I first touched her. She held out her hand and I took it. Electricity shot up my arm. She was warm and soft. I wanted to kiss her, but I was afraid I'd scare her. 

"I was really surprised when you called me," I said.

"I wanted to before but I've been so busy that I just couldn't find the time."

"What keeps you so busy?"

"Well, there is thespian school, singing lessons, dancing lessons and school work, not to mention chores around home."

"Are you going to be an actress?" I queried.

"I'm not sure what I want to do yet, but I know I like to entertain. I think my voice is my strong point. I'm not too sure about my acting and dancing."

"Don't you ever date?"

"I seldom have the time. Mom and dad are like Fort Knox guards. They'll let me go if I really want to but most of the time it's not worth the effort."

"How did you manage to get out today?"

"I thought it was worth the effort," she explained.

"Can I see you again?"

"Oh, sure. I want to start having real dates. Mom and dad are going to have to adjust. I'll be eighteen in a few months. Do you want to date me?'

"More than anything in the world!" I exclaimed as I squeezed her hand. 

She squeezed mine and once again, I was climbing that yoyo string. We got up and walked deeper into the park. 

"Would you like to meet my mom?" I asked.

"Yes, but what about your dad?"

"Dad was killed in an airplane accident. He was a fighter pilot in the Air Force," I explained.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, I miss him a lot. It's just mom and me now. She really took it hard, but it's been five years. We won't forget him, but the pain of loss has dulled over time."

"Are you into sports? Do you play football or basketball?"

"No, I do some power lifting and I'm pretty good at track."

"I could tell you were strong by the way you squeezed my hand."

"I didn't hurt you did I?" I asked.

"No, you just felt real strong. I like that. It's getting chilly. Maybe we better go home."

I would have stayed in a blizzard just to be near her, but I reluctantly agreed to walk her home. I stood on her front porch with her hands in my hands. 

"When can we go out?" I asked.

She slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "How about tomorrow after school?"

"Okay, I'll meet you at the science lab."

She squeezed my hand again and disappeared inside her house. As I walked home I looked at the little piece of paper she gave me. On it was her phone number. I shoved the paper into my pocket and floated home.

I waited at the science lab for twenty minutes. Just as I was about ready to give up, she came around the corner. I went from despair to elation in one heartbeat. I was on the damned yoyo again.

"Sorry I'm late; I had to stay after class for a while."

"That's okay," I answered.

She held my hand as we walked from the campus.

"When is your birthday?" I asked.

"I'll be eighteen before summer," she replied.

"Can we go to a movie some night?"

"I think I can convince mom and dad. Give me a couple of days. Can we walk back to the park now?"

I squeezed her little hand and we headed for the park. We found 'our' bench and sat down. She put my arm around her shoulder and melted into me. She was so soft and warm. One of her breasts was brushing my arm. 

"Do you like me?" she softly whispered.

"More than anyone I've ever known," I whispered back.

"I like you too. A lot. I can't wait for summer!"

I smiled at her. "You have another year of high school after this year. I'm going to the university this fall. At least I won't have far to go. What are your plans for after high school?"

"I plan to go to college. The university sounds about right to me. At least I won't have to leave town."

Her plans seemed to fit my plans. Now all I had to do was keep from screwing this relationship up. At that point, I decided to go very slowly. 

"Maybe we can go together," I said.

"I would like that," she answered.

I crushed her body to mine. She hugged me. Life was good. I dated her for the next year and some months. Her graduation was approaching and so was her birthday. 

I got to her birthday party a little late. I was closing the deal on my new car. Some of dad's insurance money bought it for me. I pulled up in front of her house and parked. When I got out, she was waiting for me.

"Where have you been Tommy?"

"I had to close the deal on our new car," I explained.

"Our car?" she squealed and jumped into my waiting arms. For the first time, she gave me a deep, deep lover's kiss. I saw her dad watching us from the window. He just smiled and turned away. We walked arm in arm into the house and into the party. 

"Tommy bought us a car!" she cried to her mom, who gave me one of those knowing woman type looks.

"I bought you something else," I said.

"What could be better than a car?" she asked excitedly. 

"Come with me into the living room," I told her.

I pointed to the couch. "Sit," I ordered.

She did. I knelt beside her and took out the ring box. "I want to marry you as soon as you graduate," I whispered.

She took the engagement ring out of the box. You could have heard a pin drop. The party slammed to a halt. Her mom smiled. Her dad smiled. She smiled. "Yes," she whispered. I slipped the ring on her finger and suddenly the party was going full blast again.

She knelt on the floor beside me and offered her lips again. It was a slow, sensuous kiss, almost X rated.

"I want you," she said quietly.

"I want you too. How about right now, right here on the floor?"

"I'm not that desperate yet, but I will be soon," she giggled.

I stood up with her and hugged her tight. "I love you," I breathed in her ear.

Her mom said, "All I got was a ring when your dad proposed to me. You got a ring and a car with a driver. You're so lucky!"

Her dad said, "Good luck, son. Treat our daughter right. She's the only one we've got. Her mother and I were afraid she'd be pregnant and deserted by now."

"Daddy!" she protested, "I'm still innocent. I gave Tommy lots of chances but he wouldn't take them. I'll bet he takes them now!"

"I'm sure he'll do the right thing," her dad said as he shook my hand. 

I finally got some time alone with Vicki later that night. I looked into her bottomless eyes. She was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I wanted her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake to take her here in her own house with her parents present.

"We can't do it yet, you don't have any protection."

"Sure I do silly. I've been on the pill for months waiting for you to move on me."

"So, you knew all along that I was in love with you. When did you first discover it?"

"Remember the hot dog stand at the football game? I've know I had you from that moment on."

"I think I knew it then too. I didn't move on you because I was afraid to scare you away. I didn't want to piss your parents off. But I have been in love with you from the first moment I saw you."

"I'll graduate in three weeks. When do you want to get married?" 

"You pick the date."

"June fifteen."

"That's what I told mom you would say."

"What will we do until June fifteen?"

"Honeymoon practice!" I stated.

She laughed, "Okay, but we can't be flagrant about this. I want to be right with everyone." 

"Maybe we'll just wait and go up to the lake for our honeymoon." I said.

Dad left mom and me a big cabin up on Lake of the Woods. We spend a couple of months up there every year. I was planning to ask her and her parents to visit us there. Now, it would be our honeymoon resort.

"What if I can't wait that long? Every minute I'm around you I want to jump on you and screw you to death."

"June fifteen is only a few weeks away. Let's just practice our approach maneuvers until then. We'll both be really hot by then."

"What if we're practicing and we can't stop?"

"Well, accidents happen. I want to do it on our wedding night, but if we really can't wait, I'm not going to cry."

"Good plan! Let's practice right now!"

She walked into my arms and I smothered her tiny body. Every time I touched her I was impressed with how soft she was. She looked up at me and opened her mouth. I leaned down and stuck my tongue between her lips, caressing the inside of her mouth. She moaned and sucked on my tongue. I broke the kiss and sucked on her neck. She tasted so damned good! I wanted to lick her all over but I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop. I also knew that she had no intention of stopping me.

We were panting into each other. I put my hand between her legs for the first time and felt her dampness. She sighed deeply. "More, more," she whispered. I felt her hand on my cock as she squeezed it through my pants. "If we don't stop, we're gonna have an accident," I told her. 

"Oh poo, don't be a spoil sport."

"Come on honey. You won't be sorry, I promise."

"Well, alright, but you better be great!"

I left her house after all the party goers had gone. I was shaking from the sexual sensory overload I had brought on myself.

She graduated on June fourth. When she came off the graduation stage, she whispered in my ear, "Eleven more days and you are mine!"

I clung to her tightly and whispered, "We'll see who belongs to whom."

The wedding was attended by about two hundred people including relatives. After the vows were said, I drove us to my house where our clothes and bags were waiting.

I had gone to the cabin the week before and stocked it with staples. Mom had two sacks of fresh food waiting for us. I loaded it all in the car while Vicki went into final assembly. When she came down the stairs from my bedroom, she was absolutely stunning. She wore a short yellow sundress and some slip on shoes. The girl was clearly ready for action. 

"We may not make it to the lake," I remarked

"I hope not," she replied.

We arrived at the cabin in the late afternoon. Before we unloaded the car, I carried her across the threshold. As I sat her on the floor, she pulled my lips to hers and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I petted her tongue and rubbed it with my own. I broke the kiss. 

"Let's unload," I croaked.

I was putting the last of the perishables into the refrigerator. When I turned around, she was standing on the rug in the living room stark naked. I growled and ran to her.

"Get those clothes off!" she barked.

While I took off my shirt, she unbuckled my pants. I sat on the couch and shucked my shoes and socks. When I stood up she squealed, grabbed my boxers and jerked them all the way to the floor. She was eye to eye with my cock.

"I've been waiting to taste this for years!" she cried. She licked the drop of precum from the tip and smiled up at me as she ate the whole thing. I'm not hung like a horse, but I'm not real small, either. I couldn't believe she inhaled all of me in one gulp. She saw the quizzical look on my face. "Banana practice," she slurped.

"When do I get to eat?"

"Lay down on the couch!" she ordered. 

I lay down and she lay on top of me and sucked my cock into her mouth again. He pussy was pointed right at my mouth so I licked it. It tasted really good, like nothing I had tried before, so I sucked the whole thing into my mouth. I knew from my exploits in porn that she had a clit up there somewhere, so I started licking my way around her pussy and finally located the sweet little nub. I sucked it between my lips and licked it gently. It was like a bomb went of in her. She was thrashing wildly around and making animal sounds, muffled by my cock in her throat. I felt her legs stiffen and she collapsed on me. Gallons of fluid leaked out of her cunt. At first I thought she had pissed on me, but a little taste told me it was pure, sweet pussy juice.

My cock popped out of her mouth and she didn't move for a long time. Finally she said, "What happened?"

"I think you fainted when I munched your muff."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. Do it again."

"When I cum, it's going to be deep in your pussy."

"I'm wet and ready. Give it to me!"

She flopped over on her back and spread her legs. I crawled in between them. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her entrance. "Now! Make me a woman NOW!"

I started pushing into her and sooner than expected found her cherry. "Bust it! Bust it!" she cried.

I backed out a little and rammed my cock into her. She shrieked like she'd been shot. I was totally dismayed. I had hurt the only girl I ever loved. I started to pull it out. 

"You leave it in! I'm not dying. It just hurt a little more than I thought it would. Keep it in me until I get used to it. I feel so full. I can feel it throbbing in me."

I could feel her pussy quivering around my throbbing cock. It started squeezing me, milking me. I pulled out a little way and then plunged back into her.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I want. Fuck me Tommy. Fuck me hard!"

I pushed all the way into her and heard her grunt a little when my pubes mashed her clit. She undulated like a serpent as I thrust as hard as I could into her. Her legs stiffened again and her cunt clamped down on my cock. She really was milking me. I could feel that feeling deep in my balls.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

"Do it! Give it all to me. Fill me up. Oh, god I've waited for this for so long."

I felt my legs stiffen as I drove my cock as far into her as I could. I emptied my seed into her pulsating pussy. I may have passed out for just a second. My whole world was centered on her body, deep in her body. I could feel my semen as it seeped around my cock, coating her pussy.

"Don't take it out. Leave it in me forever."

"It's gonna fall out pretty soon. It'll get hard again. Let's go to bed."

I picked her up, trying hard not to let my cock fall out of her, but half way to the bedroom, she came unplugged. Copious amount of love fluid ran down her legs.

"Take me to the bathroom," she ordered.

I walked into the shower with her still clinging to me. Her pussy was rubbing my deflated cock. When the water hit her, she let go. She wrapped her fingers around my flaccid member and squeezed it. I slipped two fingers into her pussy.

"Ow, it's sore," she complained.

I took my fingers out and she moaned her disapproval. I slowly soaped her body. I rubbed her tits and watched the nipples come to attention. I scrubbed her armpits, rinsed them and then sucked on them. We played shower games for half an hour or so.

As I toweled her off, I stuck my tongue into her belly button. She squirmed and let out a little squeak. Then she laughed.

"It's lucky I've got equipment besides my pussy to amuse you. I can see where we've got lots of experimenting to do."

I kissed her sweetly as I laid her on the bed, our wedding bed. It occurred to me that there were probably bloodstains on the couch. I didn't care. I lay down beside her and rolled her little body on top of mine. 

"I ought to make you sleep with my cock in your cunt."

"That sounds like fun, but we don't want to break it the first day do we? See? You should have taken me weeks ago."

"Blow me!" I ordered.

She slithered down the bed and found my half hard cock. She sucked it into her mouth. Then she took it out and said, "You know I'm only doing this because it tastes good." And she went right back to sucking on it. She squeezed my balls and soon I felt my semen rising toward my cock. 

"Here it cums!" I warned her.

She sucked it as far into her mouth as she could and hummed on it. That completely blew my mind as well as my cock and I fired a big gob of baby juice down her throat.

"Yummy, yum that tastes a lot better than my girlfriends said it would. Can I have some more please?"

"The fountain is closed for a while. In the meantime, I've got some exploring to do."

I rolled her over onto her back and started licking her body. She had a light sheen of sweat on her and I licked it all off. I rolled her onto her tummy and started licking her back. I licked all the way down to her butt cheeks. I pried her cheeks apart and licked her ass. 

She giggled, "No one I know has ever had their ass licked. Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"No, I'm experimenting. Do you like it?"

"Well, it did feel kind of nice. Say, you aren't planning on sticking your dick in my ass, are you?"

"The thought has crossed my mind but if you don't want to, we won't do it. I don't want to ever hurt you."

"Maybe we'll try that later."

"Okay"

I licked her legs paying close attention to the backs of her knees. 

"I like that," she commented.

I put her on her back again and licked her tiny feet. I sucked on her toes. I tried to get her whole foot into my mouth. I licked her insteps and sucked on her ankles.




The Cabin



"Where did you learn that?" she asked.

"I read about it in Playboy. They said it was a killer on women. Did it work?"

"I thought it was strange but nice. It feels really good. I love the way you massage my feet. It makes me wet."

"Too bad you're wounded," I remarked.

"I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow. If I don't, we can try that other thing."

"Okay, let's get something to eat that has calories and then we can go to bed."

"Good plan, Tommy. Lead me to the kitchen."

We had a couple of BLTs. Then I led her to the bedroom. The master bedroom had a king size bed in it and that's where we settled in for the night. 

I lay down behind her and assumed the spoon position. She snuggled backwards into me. I held her tightly, my cock brushing her bush.

"What if it stands up and you drill me while you sleep?" she asked.

"You'll have to adjust," I replied with a little laugh.

"I guess I can handle that," she chuckled.

She felt so soft and warm. I heard her breathing get really regular and I realized she had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and drifted off too.

I woke up early in the morning just as she sucked one of my nuts into her mouth. She hummed again and drooled down my sack and onto my ass. I felt her put her finger in me and pump it.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I thought that since you plan to stab me in the ass with your cock, I'd stick something in you so you would know what it feels like. How did it feel?"

"It was kind of weird, but not unpleasant. I could get used to it if you were the one doing it." 

She crawled up the bed and into my arms. Her body pressing into me was a feeling I never had before. I felt secure. I felt honored. I felt her.

"I'm gonna love waking up with you," I commented.

"It is fun, isn't it? I love it too. I won't ever stop."

I kissed her hard. I licked her nose and her lips. She just tasted so damned good, I couldn't stop. She was my ice cream cone. I savored every lick. 

"I love you more than I can say," I declared. "You will always be mine. I know that we said until death us do part, but I don't think even death is enough to keep me from loving you."

"Oh, Tommy, you're so sweet and kind of sappy too, but I love you. I'll never stop. Let's see if my pussy has healed enough for another adventure."

I reached between her legs and stroked her vulva. Hearing no pained protest, I slipped my finger into her folds and gently rubbed her vagina. I poked my finger into her and slowly, gently jacked her cunt. She was soaked. She was ready.

"Well?" I asked anxiously.

"It is still a little sore, but I think I can suck it up if you guarantee to make me cum."

"It's a done deal!" I exclaimed as I crawled in between her legs. Her hand was on my steel hard cock, guiding me home. I pushed slowly into her. She grunted a little and I stopped.

"Don't stop! It only hurts a little, but it feels good a lot!"

I was very easy with her. I didn't want to break my favorite toy the second day. I carefully pumped her. I could feel her pussy quivering around my cock. The muscles inside her were massaging me. It was incredible.

Her breath was coming in little gasps and she tightened around me. She tried to crush me with her arms while her pussy mashed my dick. She jerked hard three or four times and came on my cock. I stopped and pulled it out of her.

"Hey, you didn't get to cum!" she whined.

"I thought I'd give you a chance to finish me off with a hand job."

"Oh boy, I've always wanted to see it squirt," she exclaimed.

I lay down flat on my back and she sat cross legged beside me. She grabbed our cock with both hands and started jacking me off. Occasionally she would bend down and kiss it. Of course, the longer she rubbed it, the bigger it got. I thought the head might explode. 

"Faster, faster, I'm gonna cum," I yelled.

She increased her speed until her little hands were just a blur. Suddenly it started shooting semen in a high, long stream. As it squirted, she played with it and finished by rubbing her slippery fingers across the hole. She sucked the tip into her mouth and sucked as hard as she could; convincing a few more drops to give up their home in my nuts. She kept holding our cock as it went limp in her hands.

"Wow! That was so cool! I'll be needing to do that some more."

"It was fun, alright. How's our pussy?"

"It is recovering. I'm still a little sore but by tonight I should be ready for a full range of fun activities."

Nude, I chased her into the kitchen. We prepared breakfast together and sat down to eat.

"There are a lot of rooms in this cabin and I want to be fucked in every one of them," she said.

"I think I can arrange that. We've already done two of them. After we recover, we'll pick out another one," I agreed.

We washed the dishes and then took a shower. Back in the living room, I took her hands and showed her the bloodstain on the sofa. 

"There lies my innocence," she stated. "Goodbye and good riddance."

"While we anticipate this afternoon's games, why don't we go down to the dock and see if we can catch a fish?" I asked.

"Great! I love fishing. Will we have to wear clothes?"

"I'm afraid so. This cabin is right on a busy part of the lake. Maybe tonight, we'll slip down to the dock naked and do it." 

"Okay!" she agreed brightly.

She slipped on a minimum type bikini and I wore a Speedo down to the dock. We fished and held each other, hugging and kissing and waving to people in boats. We caught three or four crappie and took them back to the cabin for our lunch.

She said, "No matter what, we've got to keep this cabin. I just love it here. We should retire here when we're old and gray."

I hadn't thought about that. I slowly embraced the idea of growing old with my wife, lover and best friend. Many of the doubts I had harbored about old age left me. I looked at Vicki knowing that many good times lay ahead of us and I wanted to be there for all of them.

My reverie was broken by a cheerful voice saying, "Let's go fuck in the pantry."

I love this cabin. I love this lake. But most of all, I love this woman who is forever bonded to me.



The Cabin



I sat in my chair in the living room watching the news. The meteorologist was forecasting the weather for the next few days, nothing but a few clouds, although the temperatures would be a bit cold for this time of year. Next to the television sat the last two bags of gear waiting to be packed in the truck. It was going to be a great weekend, three days at the cabin with no interruptions. I could hear Wendy, my wife in the kitchen, talking on the phone to her best friend, Brenda. The two of them had known each other since they were children, and acted like sisters. 

The sudden change of her tone, caused me to tune in to her conversation.

"You're kidding me." Wendy said, her voice strained.

"No, it's not a problem."

"I'm sure. Look, you're my sister."

"No, Jeff won't mind. Besides, he plans on going fishing most of the time anyway."

My heart sank as I realized what was happening. Brenda was worming her way into coming along.

It had become a regular event for her, ever since her husband, Carl had left her. Whenever Wendy and I planned an evening together, Brenda would call with some excuse to tag along. At first I didn't mind, Brenda was pleasant enough, and although not what you would call a looker, she was pretty enough. That and I enjoyed the jealous looks I got from other guys whenever I left with both of them. It might not have been so bad, but whenever the two of them got together, I ended up like the third person on a date, the odd one out.

Wendy walked into the room, the phone still to her ear. I watched as she walked toward me, the sway of her hips a bit exaggerated. I couldn't help but admire her body. She worked constantly at keeping fit, and she looked as good, maybe even better than she did when I met her. Her ass had always been her best asset, a firm round one that just begged to be fucked. She flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder, running her hand along the edge of her blouse, exposing the edges of her cantaloupe sized breasts.

"No, I'm sure he won't mind." She said, her look told me I better agree. "Here, ask him yourself."

She handed me the phone, and mouthed the words "Tell her it's OK." Then she stood in front of me, her hands moving along her body, as she gyrated her hips and smiled.

"Hi, Brenda." I said, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was.

"No, it's fine." I said, as she asked what I knew she would ask.

"Wendy will drive her car. That way the two of you can talk on the way up." I said, not wanting to be stuck in the truck with the two of them for three hours. Not knowing Brenda would be spilling her guts, about whatever problem had arisen.

"No, really. It's no problem." I said, before handing the phone back to Wendy.

"We're set then." Wendy said into the phone, as she turned and walked back into the kitchen.

I sunk back into my chair, feeling defeated. The trip to the cabin had just lost its appeal. The cabin was not exactly set up for privacy, the only bedroom was a loft style room overlooking the living room. I got up and grabbed the bags, walking resignedly out to the truck. 

Walking back into the house, I was surprised to see Wendy walking toward me, her coat on and her keys in her hand. I had hoped for a little something before we left, now that the week would be shot. 

"Leaving already?" I asked as she reached for the door handle.

"I'm sorry." She said, her fingers gently brushing my cheek. "We'll meet you up there."

The drive up to the cabin was quiet, and I found myself wondering about Brenda despite myself. What had happened that had been bad enough for Wendy to pretty much wreck our week away. As I started down the drive toward the cabin, I felt the worries and disappointment fade, as the view of the cabin, nestled amongst the trees on the edge of the lake came into view. The whole place was remote, one of only seven cabins on a lake almost a mile wide. All of the places had been built so that they melded with the surroundings, blending into the natural view.

There weren't a lot of amenities. We had running water, and indoor plumbing. Bottled gas supplied a supplemental heat system, and electricity was provided by underground cable. But there was no cable TV, or phone service. In fact we didn't even have an antenna. We did have a television and a selection of movies, but that was about it. Although not officially a private lake, there were no boat launches, or beaches, and we were so far off in the middle of nowhere we never had uninvited guests. 

After hauling in all the bags and putting things away, I turned on the water heater and started a fire in the fireplace. It had just gotten dark when the sound of a car alerted me to the arrival of the two women. I considered meeting them at the door, but decided not to, just my subtle way of making my true feelings known. I could hear their voices, laughing and joking as they walked up to the house. I got up and walked to the fire, pretending to be working the logs when they walked in.

"Hi honey." Wendy called out as they stepped into the house. 

Both women had their arms full of stuff, and I sat there watching as they unloaded it onto the table. They made several trips, carrying arm loads of stuff in from the car. I just stood there watching, amazed by the assortment of food, and other things they brought in. 

"Could you fire up the grill, honey?" Wendy said, pulling out three steaks. "I'm starving."

I nodded and headed out to the yard to fire up the grill, realizing that I was hungry as well. As I stood outside, looking out across the lake as the grill heated up, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around to see Brenda step out onto the patio and close the door. I watched as she walked toward me, a somber look on her face. She smiled tentatively as she walked up to me, her hands clasped together in front of her, her fingers rubbing together nervously. 

Brenda was not what you would call a looker. She was a bit shorter than Wendy, who was five foot five, and probably weighed a bit more. Her breasts were much smaller, maybe a B cup, and her ass looked almost lick a continuation of her waist. Still, she was attractive enough that it was strange she hadn't hooked up with someone after the divorce.

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me come along." She said as she stopped a few feet away. "It's been kind of rough since Carl left, and, well, anyway, thanks for letting me come with you guys."

"Look, Brenda." I began, wanting to tell her how I actually felt, but knowing I wouldn't. "Wendy said you needed to get away, and that's good enough for me. You're like her sister, and I guess that makes you my sister, so, well you're like family. And family takes care of family."

"Thanks Jeff. I know this was supposed to be alone time for the two of you, and I am sorry. It's just that I couldn't. I mean, Carl called, and wanted to try again. I almost told him yes just so that I would have to be alone. It's just not easy being alone." She said, taking a step closer. "I'll try and stay out of the way, and if you guys want some alone time, just say so."

"I'll do that." I said, stepping past her and walking into the cabin. I wasn't sure why, but being around her made me feel uncomfortable. It wasn't anything she did or said, but it still gave me a feeling. Sometimes I would catch her watching me, and it wasn't a pleasant look. 

Wendy had the steaks laid out on a platter, and was making a salad when I walked back in. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Thanks for not saying no." she said, picking up the platter and handing it to me. "Carl's really got her fucked up."

I nodded, taking the platter and grabbing a meat fork. "So what's the sleeping arrangements?" I asked, nodding toward the door. "I doubt she'll be able to take the couch, not with her bad back."

"I love you, Jeff." Wendy said, smiling at me. "I promise to make this up to you."

"I'll hold you to that." I said as I slapped her ass before heading back outside to cook the steaks.

Tossing the steaks on the grill, I walked over and checked out the boat, making sure everything was ready for the morning. Satisfied everything was in order, I turned and started back toward the cabin. As I did, I noticed Brenda standing at the edge of the water staring out at the lake. She had taken her shoes off and was standing just far enough in to get her feet wet. She had her back to me, and as I stood there, I noticed her shoulders shake. 

I stood there for several minutes, watching her. She didn't move, just stood there staring out across the water, her shoulders shaking every now and then. When the steaks finished cooking, I slid them back onto the platter and walked back inside, leaving Brenda to her thoughts. Wendy looked at me quizzically as I walked in, nodding toward the lake and Brenda.

"How should I know?" I said, walking over and setting the steaks down on the counter. "You go talk to her."

I knew that had been a mistake as soon as I said it. Wendy's face hardened and she slammed the bowl of salad down on the table. She walked past me, her shoulders back, her fists clenched. I stood there watching her go.

The two of them stood outside for almost an hour. By the time they came in, I had finished eating, and brought in some firewood. The fire was burning well, and I had adjusted the flew to ensure it burned through the night. As they stepped inside, I looked at Wendy questioningly. She stared at me, her face hard. 

"I'm taking a shower." I said, grabbing a change of clothes from my suitcase. 

The two of them ignored me, so I closed my suitcase and went into the bathroom. I turned on the radio and got undressed, waiting for the water to heat up the bathroom. The fireplace did a good job of heating the main room of the cabin, but the bathroom was still cold. 

"Almost as cold as the look I got from Wendy." I thought, as I stepped into the shower. "This is going to be one long week."

I took my time in the shower, hoping by the time I got out, the two women would have made sleeping arrangements. I knew what they were going to be, and shuddered at the thought of sleeping on the couch. The hot water finally ran out, and I smiled as I shut the shower off. At least neither of them would get a hot shower tonight. As I stepped out into the living room I was not surprised to see a blanket and pillow setting on the couch, and the women already upstairs. 

"Good night ladies." I called out, crawling into the blanket.

There was a murmur of voices but no response. I fluffed the pillow and curled up, hoping sleep would come quickly. 

The sun was just breaking the horizon when I woke. The fire had burned down low, but was still giving off a good bit of heat. I sat up slowly, my back screaming in protest. I twisted around, feeling the pops as the displaced bones readjusted. The cabin was quiet. I stood up and walked over to the fireplace, throwing two large logs into the glowing embers. Opening the flue, I poked the embers several times as the flames started licking up the sides of the logs. 

Satisfied that the fire was going well, I went into the kitchen and fixed a couple of sandwiches to take with me. Then I grabbed a bottle of coke from the fridge, and almost as an afterthought, tossed my bottle of rum in the cooler as well. 

It didn't take long to get the boat ready, and by the time I had started out into the water, the sun had cleared the horizon and was shining down across the glass like water. It was going to be a long week, but at least the fishing should be good. I glanced back at the dark cabin as I slowly motored the boat out into open water. "At least I hope the fishing is good." I thought, letting the sound of the motor comfort me.

By late afternoon, I had a full live well of fish and had started releasing everything I caught. The bottle of coke was nearly empty as was the bottle of rum. I had intentionally stayed as far from the cabin as possible, well out of sight. My anger at the situation had subsided, more due to the fishing than the alcohol. As I slowly steered the boat toward the cabin, I saw Wendy standing out by the grill. She waved as I neared the shore and hurried down to the waters edge. She was all smiles as I pulled the boat onto shore.

"How was the fishing?" she asked, grabbing the cooler and the empty coke bottle. 

I opened the live well and pulled out one of the five bass. 

"Not bad." I said, holding the twenty inch monster up and smiling.

"Great. You get it ready, and I'll grill it." She said, turning and rushing up toward the cabin.

"Women." I thought, grabbing the other three bass and walking over to the table. 

A few minutes later I set the filets down beside the grill and walked into the cabin. Brenda was sitting on the couch playing solitaire, while Wendy was busy frying up some potatoes and onions. 

"I'm going to hit the shower." I said, holding my hands out like they were covered in fish guts, which they were. 

"Okay, honey." Wendy said, looking up and smiling. "I'll get dinner ready."

I shook my head and glanced from Wendy to Brenda, before walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I didn't lock it, hoping that with her good mood, Wendy might pay me a visit. I stood under the shower, letting the water run over me, waiting. Nothing. I could hear their voices talking in the living room. 

I took my time finishing my shower, wondering what had brought about the change in attitude. I didn't wonder long. I had learned long ago to not bother trying to understand the mood swings, just enjoy the good times and keep your head down during the bad ones. 

The two of them were sitting on the couch when I walked out. They had the television on, and had just started watching a movie. It was one of those love stories, and I ignored them as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. I grabbed a deck of cards and sat down at the table, dealing out a hand of solitaire. 

"Aren't you going to watch the movie with us." Wendy called out, turning to look at me.

"Yeah, Jeff." Brenda piped in. "It's the Blue Lagoon."

I begged off, having no desire to watch the movie. I continued playing card while the girls watched. 

Suddenly I heard Wendy say, "I could never do that. I mean even if I were stuck on a deserted island, not with my own brother." 

"I know what you mean." Brenda responded, "I've seen your brother."

The two of them started laughing, and I went back to playing cards. 

"So who would you like to be stuck on an island with?" Wendy asked, staring at her friend.

"Oh, I don't know. It wouldn't matter as long as he had a big one." She held her hands out about a foot apart and started giggling. "What about you?"

Oh, maybe not quite that big." Wendy said, "More like this." Her hands were held just about nine inches apart. "And I know where I could find one of those." She continued, glancing back at me.

"Oh, really." Brenda responded. "I guess that would be fine. Too bad I'm not on a deserted island with someone like that right now."

"Me too!" Wendy said, glancing back at me and licking her lips.

I tried to pretend not to be listening as the two of them continued joking around. Gradually their talking quieted and I returned to playing cards. The movie ended a few minutes later and Brenda stretched and yawned.

"Well, I'm going to bed and dream about a deserted island." She joked, standing up and walking toward the steps. "Goodnight you two." 

"I'll be up in a few minutes." Wendy replied, looking back at me.

"I hope it's more than a few minutes." Brenda said, laughingly.

As Brenda reached the top of the stairs and disappeared from view, Wendy stood up and walked over to me, her hand slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Aren't you tired of sitting over here playing with yourself?" she said coyly, her fingers tracing along the edge of her bra.

She walked up beside me, her hands falling to my shoulders as she pulled my head between her breasts. I responded immediately, my hands reaching behind her to unclasp her bra as my lips planted light kisses across her soft warm flesh. I looked up at her, my hands moving to cup her tits, my mouth encompassing first one nipple then the other. She shivered as I began suckling on her, drawing her rock hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, pressing it lightly against my teeth. Her head fell backwards as she held me tight to her chest, my mouth devouring her tits. 

"Oh God, Jeff." She whispered. "I need you. I need you in me."

She pulled me from the chair and dragged me into the living room, her hands working frantically at my pants as we walked. As we reached the couch, she quickly tore her own clothes off, and pushed me down, climbing on top of me. Her hands reached between us, grasping my cock and guiding it to her anxiously waiting hole. I could feel her whole body shudder as I slid into her. She sat upright on me, her hips moving in small circles as she ground against me. 

My cock was deep inside her, rubbing against her insides, and every time it hit the right spot she would shudder and pull back slightly. Finally I reached up, grabbing her hips, puling her hard against me. She began bucking wildly as I held her imbedded on my cock. Her head was thrown back and her breasts were swaying back and forth as she struggled against my grip. Her whole body was shaking as she began rocking slightly, shuddering with every little move. 

"Oh god, oh god, Ohh god!" she cried, falling forward against me. Her breasts pushed hard into my chest as she began bucking furiously, forcing me to allow her some freedom of movement. Her face was buried in my neck as she continued moaning. I could feel her pussy begin to spasm, and her movements became more fevered, her hips moving wildly as her orgasm swept through her. Her lips sought mine, our tongues intertwined as her orgasm built, sweeping through her like a gigantic wave. 

Finally she broke off the kiss, her hands reaching up to gently stroke my cheeks. Wrapping her arms around me, her hips still grinding slowly into me. Her eyes turned upward momentarily then she began humping me feverishly. She fell down against me again, her body pressing into mine. Her mouth was against my ear, and I could hear her moaning softly. I drove upward, forcing my cock as deep as it would go, my hands gripping her ass cheeks pulling her downward to meet my thrusts.

"Oh, oh, oh god!" she whispered, as yet another orgasm swept through her. "Oh god, she's watching us." Came her soft words, as she drove down hard against me, her cunt working my cock with steady contractions. 

I didn't care. We could have been in front of a whole audience and I wouldn't have stopped at that point. I pulled her tight against me, her hips grinding into me as yet another orgasm swept through her. She began bucking wildly, riding my cock, forcing her hips upward against my hands and then driving back down. I could feel the pressure building as she continued riding me. My cock was pulsing, as it slid deep into her. I began driving upward, meeting her thrusts with my own, forcing my cock as deep as I could into her. 

My cock pulsed and twitched violently, and I pulled her down hard, as I shot deep into her. My cum spraying deep into her sent her into yet another orgasm, or perhaps just a continuation of her last one I wasn't sure. It didn't matter. All that mattered was my cock exploding inside her. Slowly she fell against me, her breathing ragged, her body shaking. 

"Oh god." She whispered, "I've never."

"I know. Me either." I responded, my arms encircling her waist, pulling her to me.

We stayed like that for some time, just holding each other, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. Light and gentle touches, soft kisses, loving like we hadn't done in years. I felt my body beginning to respond, my cock growing, pressing against her leg. She lifted up slightly and looked at me. 




The Cabin



"Oh my." she said smiling. "Having an audience seems to agree with someone."

Her hand reached down between us, grasping my cock, and guiding it back into her. She moved slowly, her hips rising and falling only slightly, as she took her time. I lightly ran my hands across her back, feeling her shudder as my fingers lightly touched her. Her movements slowly increased, her hips pulling back, nearly releasing my cock, before sliding forward, engulfing my. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing herself into a sitting position as she continued riding my cock with long slow strokes.  

I watched her as she stared upward, at the balcony. There was a smile on her face as she increased the tempo, her breasts began swinging wildly as her hips moved up and down, sliding my entire length in and out. I reached up, trying to grasp her breasts but she grabbed my hands, forcing them back against my chest. I looked down between us, watching as my cock, soaked in our fluids, slid in and out of her. 

I twisted my hands, pulling free of her grip, and grabbed her hips, rolling her toward the back of the couch as I slid sideways. She grabbed my ass, pulling me to her as she locked her legs around me. I continued rolling her over, managing to just keep my cock within the grip of her cunt as I slowly rolled on top of her. I grabbed her legs behind the knees, rolling them upwards as I began driving deep into her, She let out little gasps each time my cock struck bottom, slamming against her cervix. 

Sweat began to pour off me as I continued, drawing my cock back so just the tip was still within her, before slamming forward, forcing my entire length into her. Her whole body began shaking, and I drove hard against her, my cock lodged deep inside as her cunt began to spasm around it. The walls of her pussy seemed to grab at me trying to pull me further in.

I looked up, and saw Brenda standing at the railing. She had one hand holding her tit and the other was buried between her legs. I stared at her while I continued pounding into Wendy. My cock seemed to swell as I stared at Brenda, watching her as I continued fucking Wendy. Brenda seemed to stiffen, and I heard a little moan escape from her mouth. Wendy was grabbing at me, pulling me into her. I responded with renewed energy, driving into her with every ounce of strength I could muster. My cock pulsed and swelled again, and I felt the first jets of cum spraying out, filling Wendy yet again. Her fingers dug into my back, pulling me down. Her mouth sought mine. her body shaking as I emptied into her.

Gradually I collapsed on top of her, my heart still racing, my breath ragged. She held me to her, her lips lightly kissing my neck. I felt her legs fall my hands losing the strength to hold them. My cock slowly slid from her, and she shuddered again. 

"I love you." She whispered into my ear. "I love you." 

I watched as Wendy slowly slid from the couch and walked toward the stairs, her naked body glowing in the light of the fire. She stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked back at me smiling. I continued watching, her tits jiggling enticingly as she made her way up the stair to the loft. I lay back, hoping for sleep, but it wouldn't come. Images of Brenda standing at the railing watching Wendy and I kept flashing through my mind. 

I'm not sure how long after I finally fell asleep that the sound of footsteps woke me. I looked over and saw Brenda walking slowly down the steps. The fire had burned down but it still cast enough light for me to see that she was nude. She paused every couple of steps and glanced back up at the loft. Then she would move down a few more steps before repeating her actions. 

When she finally reached the bottom step she stood there for several moments, seeming unsure of what to do. I could see her clearly in the light from the fire. Her body was a lot firmer than I would have guessed. I was surprised at the actual size of her tits, which had seemed much smaller when she was dressed. They stuck out from her chest, the nipples barely more than a pair of brown spots. But what really caught my attention was between her legs. Her cunt was completely shaven, and the pink folds of flesh were swollen and glistening. I shifted slightly, and she froze, her hand on the railing as if she were ready to bolt back up the stairs. 

Wondering what she was up to, I lay still, pretending to be asleep. I watched as she stood there, her head turning from looking up the stairs to looking at me. Finally she stepped down off the last step 

and walked across the room, stopping at the end of the sofa. Again she looked back to the loft for several moments, her hand resting on the back of the couch. I could hear her breathing, her excitement obvious. 

Several minutes seemed to pass, and she just stood there looking at me, and then back up at the loft. Finally she let out a sigh and turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower turn on. Whatever she had been thinking, she had changed her mind. I rolled over onto my side, and pulled the covers up, hoping sleep would return. 

I woke in the early morning to the sound of voices. Wendy and Brenda were in the kitchen sitting at the table drinking coffee. Wendy smiled when she saw me lean up on the back of the couch. 

"Good morning, sleepy head." she chided. "Want some coffee?" 

I nodded as I gathered the blanket around me and stood up. Grabbing some pants and a shirt, I headed into the bathroom and dressed, wondering what had the two of them up so early. As I walked back into the room, Wendy walked over and handed me a cup of coffee, kissing my on the cheek as she did. 

"Honey, I was wondering, could you take Brenda with you today. I, uhm, need to run to town and get something." Wendy said, glancing back at Brenda. 

I glanced at Brenda and noticed that she was blushing. Wendy shifted nervously, then put her arm around my waist and pressed her lips to my ear. 

"It's her birthday, and I need to pick up her cake." she whispered, her hand brushing lightly across my crotch. 

"Uhm, sure." I said, shivering at her touch. 

"It's all set then." Wendy said, stepping back and smiling. "I'll help you get ready, Brenda." 

The two of them immediately headed upstairs. Brenda still blushing, kept glancing back at me. Thoughts of the night before ran through my head. As the two of them disappeared into the loft, I headed outside and got the boat ready, grabbing an extra pole and refilling the cooler, adding a few wine coolers for Brenda. 

A few minutes later, the two of them arrived, and I slid the boat out into the water. Brenda was wearing one of my flannel overshirts, and a pair of jeans. 

"Hope you don't mind, I gave her one of your flannels." Wendy said, as she helped Brenda get into the boat. She looked up at the clear blue sky, and smiled. "It looks like it might warm up, so I doubt she'll be wearing it too long." Brenda's face went white at the comment. 

"You guys have fun. And don't catch too many fish. We still have the ones you caught yesterday." Wendy said. 

I started the motor and pulled out into the lake, my mind filled with questions. Brenda sat in the front of the boat, staring into the water as we sped across the lake. The only sound was the churning of the water, and the engine. I considered keeping the boat close to the cabin, but my fishing instincts took over and I steered toward a small bend, where I knew there were plenty of fish. It was about a half mile from the cabin, around a bend in the shoreline where the lake ran up into a lowland area creating a swampland. As I neared the shoreline, I cut the motor and lowered the anchor. Brenda turned and sat facing me, waiting expectantly. 

"I have no idea what I'm doing." she said, as I picked up a pole and selected a lure from my case. 

"No problem." I said, "Just cast the lure out and reel in slowly. It will be obvious when you get a bite. These fish are really active." 

"I don't mean fishing." she said, picking up the pole and setting it back down. "I mean, in general. I mean what I'm doing with my life. What I'm doing here." she continued. 

Her hands were shaking, and she was staring at the bottom of the boat. It was obvious she was uncomfortable, but so was I. Images of her standing naked at the end of the couch kept running through my head. I did what I always do when I don't know what to do. I turned and cast out into the water. 

Brenda sat there watching me for several minutes. Finally, she grabbed her pole and cast out into the water. She began reeling in slowly, her eyes still staring at me. 

"You know I was watching you last night, don't you." she said finally. 

"Yeah." I replied, not looking at her. "I saw you up there." 

"I'm really sorry. It's just that, well, oh god, how do I put this." she stammered, her face turning red. 

I remained silent, not knowing what to say. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I wasn't prepared for what she said next. 

"It's just, well, I haven't been with a man since Carl left, and god, Jeff, that was so hot. Do you guys always make love like that." she blurted out, the words coming fast. "I mean, cripes, you two went at it with such passion, and then, you did it again. Carl never was good for more than a couple of minutes, then he would just roll over and go to sleep. I would just lay there afterward, wondering when it was going to get better. It never did." 

My lure reached the edge of the boat and I cast out again, still keeping my eyes on the water. "I guess you just need to find yourself someone who knows how to make love." I said, as I began reeling in again. 

"That's what Wendy said too. It's just that, well, how do I know it isn't me? I mean, Wendy, now she's beautiful. She could make a dead man sit up and take notice. I'm just not that great to look at." she said, the tone of her voice made me turn to look at her. She was staring at me, the pole leaning against the edge of the boat, her hands in her lap. 

"You don't like fishing, do you?" I said, reeling in my lure. 

"Not really." she said, her face blushing again. 

"So, what would you like to do?" I said, staring at her. 

"Well, I, uhm, never mind." she said, her face turning even redder. 

I put my pole down and moved toward the front of the boat. Brenda was staring at me, her hands shaking as I sat on the seat directly in front of her. I took her hands and looked at her, smiling. 

"Are you sure about this?" she said, looking at me. 

"Isn't this why you really came out here?" I said my hand reaching out to undo the buttons of the flannel. 

She nodded, watching as I opened the flannel and began unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect, poking against the pale cotton fabric. I pulled her blouse open, exposing her tits to the cool morning air. Her skin was covered in goose bumps, either from the cold or from the excitement, I wasn't sure. I leaned forward, taking a tit in each hand, my fingers gently rubbing the small nipples, encouraging them to swell. 

"What about Wen.." she began, staring at me. 

"Shhh, it's going to be alright." I said, my mouth moving forward until my lips were almost against hers. 

She moved forward, closing the last bit, her lips meeting mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she let herself go. Her hands reached down between my legs, caressing my cock which had already swollen to near its full length. 

"Oh god.": she said, breaking the kiss. "I can't believe we're doing this." 

I felt the boat rock gently as she pushed forward, kneeling on the boat between the seats, her hands fumbling with my zipper. I pulled her to me, trying to slow her down. If I was going to do this, I wanted it to be right. I wanted it to be good. 

"Let's head back to the cabin, or at least to shore." I whispered into her ear. 

"Shore." she said, her hands freeing my cock. "Let's go to shore. Oh god, hurry." she said, her hand grasping my cock, pulling slightly. 

I pulled up the anchor and started the motor. The boat lurched forward as I turned and headed straight for a small clear area of the shoreline. Brenda moved to the back of the boat, kneeling down in front of me, her hands reaching out to gently stroke my cock as she stared at me. I cut the motor and let the boat coast the last few feet to the bank. grabbing the anchor and tossing it onto shore. 

In a matter of seconds, both of us were out of the boat and peeling our clothes off. We moved into each others arms, our mouths seeking each other's, our hands exploring each other's flesh. I wanted to make this last, but Brenda pushed me to the ground, falling on top of me. She pulled her lips from mine as her hands reached down, grabbing my cock, and placing it at the entrance to her cunt. 

"OH god." she cried, "Your cock is huge. I need it in me. I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard." 

The smoothness of her flesh was electrifying. She rubbed my cock head back and forth across the lips of her cunt, then held it against the entrance as she slowly lowered onto me. Her cunt was tight, unbelievably tight. I could feel the muscles clenching and unclenching, as she forced inch after inch of my rigid member in, her body beginning to shake with each downward thrust. Her lips sought mine, her fingers digging into my back, as inch by inch she engulfed me until our groins were pressed tightly against each other. 

She began grinding against me, her fingers digging even harder into my back, until I was sure she would leave marks. Gradually her movements became more sporadic, her thrusts longer, as she slid up and down my pole. She pushed herself into a sitting position, her hands pressed against my chest. 

"Oh, God!" she gasped, her head moving from side to side. "Splitting me in two!" 

She began driving wildly. I grabbed her hips, pulling her against me, as she continued to run wild. Her tits were swinging wildly, the nipples, now fully erect, sticking out like two raisins. Her breathing was ragged, as she threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. Her movements became even faster as she struggled towards her orgasm. 

I felt her cunt tighten, and then tighten again, squeezing my cock like it had never been squeezed before. She arched her back, forcing my cock fully into her as she tilted her head back and screamed. Her whole body was shaking and she began humping wildly, falling forward onto my as her orgasm swept through her. 

"Oh God, Oh God, more, I need more!" she cried, pulling me against her, and rolling sideways pulling me on top of her. 

"Fill me, fill me, oh god, fill me." she hissed, her hands clawing at me as she raised her legs up, wrapping them around my waist. 

I pushed my feet into the dirt, as I pounded into her, grabbing her legs and rolling them up onto my shoulders. I glanced down, watching as my cock split her cunt, slamming into her. The clean flesh of her cunt was glistening with moisture as my cock stretched her wide. Her legs began to spasm, as she thrust her hips up, driving my cock deeper into her until I could feel the head driving against her cervix. 

"Oh god, yes!" she cried, "I'm cumming, oh God!" she cried out, her hands clawing at my shoulders as her hips thrust rapidly, grinding the head of my cock against the entrance to her womb. 

Her thrust became even more wild, and I could feel my balls beginning to boil. I grabbed her shoulders, rolling her up even more. I felt my cock slam hard against her cervix and she shuddered, her cunt clenching against my cock as I let loose, my cum spraying deep into her. Her eyes went wide as the first jets splashed deep into her. Her breath came in little gasps as she exploded again, the force of her orgasm serving to multiply the pleasure of my own orgasm. 

Gradually her movements slowed. I lowered down, allowing her legs to drop down, my cock still buried in her cum drenched pussy. Her hands reached around me, pulling me against her. I buried my face in the crook of her shoulder, lightly biting her neck, as her breathing slowed. Even as drenched with cum as her pussy was, it's grip on my cock was tight, the muscles flexing, trying to draw every drop of cum from me. 

"Oh my god." she whispered, her voice ragged. "I've never felt like that before." 

I slid down her body slowly, my cock pulling from her hungry cunt with an audible plop. My mouth traced lines across her body, across her breasts, pausing to encircle the nipples for a few seconds before moving downward, making my way to the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. 

"Oh god, you're not ..." she moaned, her hands reaching down to grasp my head as my lips found the swollen bud of her clit. 

Her hips thrust upwards, forcing her cunt against my mouth, as her hands grabbed my head, pulling me down to meet her thrusts. My tongue dove into her cunt, sliding against the walls, before moving back to draw little circles around the base of her clit. She lifted her legs upward, grabbing herself behind the knees, pulling her legs further upward as I took her clit into my mouth, sucking gentle on the swollen little nub for a few moments before driving back into her anxious pussy. 

I moved lower, my nose coming into contact with her cunt lips as my tongue slipped into her puckered asshole. It was like setting her on fire, as she screamed out, her cunt and ass muscles spasming. I drove my tongue as hard as I could, parting the flexing muscles of her anus. She cried out, as another orgasm swept through her so strongly, I could feel her cunt clenching at my nose while her asshole clenched down on my tongue. 

I felt her legs fall to her sides as her hands reached down to grab at my head, pulling me into her as her hips thrust against me. Her whole body shook again, and she pulled my head, pulling me on top of her. I grabbed her legs, pulling them onto my shoulders as I grabbed my rigid member and held it against the puckered opening of her ass. 

"Oh, God. I don't think I can." she cried, her hips gyrating. 

"Oh, god, I ..." she cried, her hips grinding downward involuntarily, forcing the head of my cock past the gripping lips of her asshole. I forced myself to hold still, letting her control the movements. She grimaced, as she slowly worked inch after inch of my cock into her ass. 

"Oh my fucking god!" she cried. "Oh oh oh." 

Her movements quickened, her hips moving up and down, taking my cock further into her ass with each thrust until she was working over half of my cock in and out. I reached down with my hand, placing two fingers against the base of her clit, letting her movements cause them to rub against her. This served to spur her on, as she increased the pace, moving frantically. If her cunt was tight, her ass was like a vice, grasping my cock, and squeezing it. 

"Oh god, yes, oh please. Oh god, please, please fuck my ass." she cried out, thrusting wildly. 

I grabbed both of her hips, sliding forward, allowing more of my cock to slip into her ass. She cried out, her body stiffening, as she slammed down, taking my entire cock deep into her ass. The flexing of her body sent me over the edge, and I felt my cum force its way up my shaft, to spray her insides. 

"Like nothing I've ever felt." she moaned, her head flailing from side to side. 

I collapsed on top of her, my cock slipping from her ass which sent more spasms through her. I could feel her shaking, her body seeming to be still going through an orgasm. I looked at her and saw tears running down her cheeks. She smiled at me, reaching out to gently caress my cheek. 

"My god." she whispered, her voice shaky. "I've never ..." 

I kissed her fingers, one by one taking them into my mouth and sucking gently. 

Slowly we parted, each of us grabbing our clothes and getting dressed in silence. Finally, with our clothes back on, I helped her into the boat and pushed it out into the water before climbing in. 




The Cabin



"I think I've had enough fishing." she said, smiling at me. "Do you think we could head back to the cabin?" 

"Sure." I said, returning the smile as I opened the throttle on the motor an we sped across the water. 

The short trip back to the cabin was quiet except for the drone of the motor. Brenda kept her back to me, staring across the water until I cut the motor and we slowly coasted to shore in front of the cabin. As the boat slid onto shore, Brenda climbed out, and stood waiting for me. I handed her the fishing gear and grabbed the cooler. Realizing we hadn't touched the drinks, I popped it open and handed her a wine cooler, then grabbed a beer for myself. 

"So, what are you going to do about Carl." I said, as we walked toward the house. 

"After today, tell him to go fuck himself." she said, turning to smile at me. 

We put the gear away and went into the cabin. Brenda walked into the kitchen, taking a long drink of her wine cooler. "This is good." she said, tipping the bottle to her lips again and draining it. "Got any more?" I nodded toward the cooler as I sipped my beer. 

She walked over to the cooler and grabbed another one, draining almost half of it before walking into the living room and sitting on the couch. I finished my beer and grabbed another one, then walked over to the fireplace and added a couple of logs. 

"You know." Brenda said, pausing to take another swig. "I've always wondered." 

"What's that?" I said, sitting on the other end of the sofa. 

"How come some guys have an orgasm, and go straight to sleep, and other guys, that is, I'm assuming there are other guys like you, they can cum, and get right back at it?" she said, staring at me. 

"I don't know." I said, honestly. "I guess some guys just have better stamina." 

Brenda shifted around, and started laughing. "I think I got sand in my clothes." she said, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse. "I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join me?" she added, dropping her blouse on the couch. 

"I'd love to." I said, watching as she peeled her pants off. "But I think Wendy will be here pretty soon." 

"Yeah. But I don't think she'd mind. I mean, if you knew what was going to happen, don't you think she did too." Brenda said, smiling as she walked over to me. 

"What?" I said, shocked. 

Brenda laughed as she knelt down in front of me. "You know, my birthday is next week." she said, reaching out to unzip my pants. "Wendy wanted me to last night, so she could watch, but I lost my nerve. So how about that shower." she said, her hand reaching in to grasp my cock. "I have something else I want to try." 

I stood in the shower, staring down at Brenda as she knelt in front of me, her lips wrapped around my cock. She worked slowly, running her tongue all around the head before sliding it back into her throat, trying to force as much as she could into her mouth. I pressed my hands against the side of the shower for support while she continued working her mouth over me. My mind was reeling, trying to make sense of what she had revealed about Wendy. 

Her hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking what she couldn't fit into her mouth. 

I watched her, amazed at the energy she put into sucking my cock. I could feel the cum surging through my balls, straining to blow. I began thrusting my hips, letting her head bob back and forth as I strained for release. My hands dropped from the wall, grasping her head as I began feeding my cock to her, thrusting forward giving her as much as she could take, and urging her to take just a bit more. 

"Is anybody here?" I heard Wendy's voice call out from the living room. 

It was like a catalyst, pushing me over the edge. I erupted, my cock spewing cum into Brenda's mouth. She increased her suction, drawing every drop of cum out of me, until I nearly collapsed to the floor. As she slowly slipped her lips from my cock, looking up at me with a smile, I stepped out of the shower, still not quite believing what she had told me. I grabbed a towel and dried off, as Wendy called out again. 

"In the shower." Brenda responded, smiling at the look on my face. 

I threw my clothes on, and slipped out of the bathroom, not knowing what to expect. Wendy was sitting on the edge of the sofa watching the door as I stepped out. She smiled as I closed the door. 

"So, how's the fishing." she said, giggling as she nodded toward the bathroom door. "I hope you ate what you caught." 

"You're evil." I said, trying not to smile. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"What and spoil the surprise?" she replied, trying to look innocent. "I'm sure the excitement of the forbidden made it even better, huh?" she said, standing up and walking toward me, unbuttoning her blouse as she did. 

Somehow fishing had just taken on a whole new meaning.



The Cabin



Notice-My stories NEVER contain ANAL or cruelty—The males each have a normal sized penis the female breasts are also within normal limits—The characters are all over eighteen (18) and all practice birth control. 

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I was returning to college after the XMAS break. It was my Freshman year of college. I was a passenger in a car driven by my friend Bob. Suddenly something happened and we crashed. I am still vague on the details however I ended up with several broken ribs and three broken limbs.

I was lucky though in one respect. The car was actually owned by one of the nations largest oil companies. Bob's father was a big shot there and his family had use of several cars. The company and their insurance company got me the best in rehabilitation and when that was done gifted my parents with ten thousand dollars and me with fifteen.

This doesn't sound like much but the year was 1950. My parents spent $4,200 to buy a nice house and another $2,400 for a new Buick Super. 

Sixteen months after the accident I was returning to the small college in the North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains as a twenty year old Freshman. The Korean War (pardon me, police action) and the resulting draft was in full swing. Since I was not 100% yet and a college student I was safe from the draft for a few years.

I had spent the first portion of my money for a car. I was driving back to restart my Freshman year when I happened across a hand lettered sign along side the road advertising a cabin for sale. The sign sported an arrow pointing up a fire road to the right. Since I was only about five miles from my college town I drove up to have a look.

It was perfect. A large one room hunting cabin with a great view of the valley and the town. It sat on five acres of pasture which was kept under control by a neighbors cows. Best of all it could be mine for fifteen hundred dollars. A few days later it was mine.

I had also again rented a room in the local YMCA where I was one of several college guys living there. Classes started and after a week or two I got back in the swing of things. 

College girls in those days were under many restrictions as to night time activities. In at nine for one with a few 10:30's allowed and about three midnight's per semester. The girls who lived in town had no such restrictions so it wasn't too unusual for those of us living in town to have both a college girlfriend and a town girlfriend.

In my case my college girlfriend was just that, a friend who happened to be a girl. We both lived in the Philadelphia area. During my recuperation she had visited and helped me out quite a bit. Her name was Eileen.

This is not to say that we didn't also indulge in 'making out' or that I did not try to 'get in her panties' but there was no problem on either side when that didn't happen. We were exclusive with each other on campus though.

We did on a pleasant late fall afternoon after doing some work in the cabin relieve each other of our 'Virgin" status. It was exciting and memorable but the intercourse was not repeated. We did however indulge in other sexual activities involving hands and fingers and tongues and mouths.

Meanwhile I soon found the town girls who were notoriously hard to seduce seemed willing to accommodate me. It took a while for me to find out why I should be so honored. Eventually I did find out. Interestingly it was a result of having told the truth when everyone supposed that I was lying.

It turned out that I had been seen at an out of the way road house with a girl whose reputation was not quite pristine and another couple. It was assumed by the guys who saw us and those numerous friends who were quickly fed the gossip that I had gotten laid.

The truth was that the gathering was not a date and that no sexual action was contemplated nor forthcoming. When I was questioned along the lines of "How was it?" I attempted to explain but was not believed. However as the story spread some of the female crowd came to the conclusion that my denial was very 'gentlemanly" 

This led to a further conclusion that I could be trusted to keep my bit fat mouth shut. It was therefore safe to grant me privileges that were denied other's. When I figure this out I both learned a good lesson, I took full advantage.

I can't say that they were lining up at the door however over the next couple of years I had the pleasure of teaching each of the four the joys of oral encounters culminating with that joyful practice known as sixty nine.

Time marched on. Along came Korea. With that came a two year non flying stint in the Air Force. After that came a two year active marriage with Eileen. Then she became the darling of one of the companies that sprang up after sputnik. About then I sold my first invention which provided the funds for me to live in and remodel my cabin and tinker in a shop I built in town.

Meanwhile most of my previous sexual partners had moved and/or married. I became re-aquatinted with a girl named Barbara. She was and still is a girl who simply enjoys sex. It is a joyful event during which she is likely to laugh with joy rather than moan or scream with pleasure. Barb was not promiscuous but neither was she one to refuse sex simply on principle. 

Not long after we started in together she met my best friend Jim. Jim was still in the Navy and also nearing the end of an unfortunate marriage. They were slowly in the process of falling in love. While that was occurring we became what might these days be called 'friends with privileges' both of us with full knowledge that the other had someone in the wings who had dibs on our heart. Eileen on mine and my best friend Jim on Barb's. 

Jim and I had often shared so this arrangement didn't cause any friction.

As the cabin grew so did a couple of new relationships. My sister Donna who worked a coupe of hundred miles away also got her pilots license. We each bought our own Cessna 182. It was not unusual thereafter for Donna to show up on a Friday night or Saturday to spend some time with her loving brother.

Barb meanwhile was bunking in with me to save her pennies and working hard to get her Accounting/Business degree. She paid her room and board by keeping my books. 

She and Donna had similar personalities and quickly became good friends. They spent a lot of time together and liked to hit the local night spots together for fun times although they never seem to hook up with any guys. I thought that I knew why. 

I thought back to that morning four years previously. Donna's oldest friend Toni was visiting for the weekend. They were sleeping in Donna's bedroom. It was about 9:00 AM when I left for an appointment in town. It turned out that Donna's car was behind mine. 

No problem, Donna always left her keys on the corner of her dresser which was near the door. Slip the door open quietly, grab the keys, silently close the door and be on my way. They would not hear me or miss a wink of sleep.

Opening the door went according to plan, keys in my hand I glanced toward the bed to make sure I had not awakened either of them. I need not have worried. They were my sister and Toni, both obviously awake, naked, and a tangle of legs and arms. 

They were wrapped in each others arms and kissing when I startled them the keys having slipped from my hand and fallen noisily onto the dresser.

I was suddenly reminded of an old joke defining savior faire. "Pardon me," I said "please continue." reciting the punch line of the joke and I quickly departed.

A couple of years later just a bit buzzed from a combination of hot tub and wine Donna brought up the incident. She and Toni had been intimate since they had become of legal age. They still were when they could. They were exclusive in that particular activity and both enjoyed heterosexual sex thoroughly she told me.

On this particular evening both Donna and Barb were both in ankle length dresses. They were planning to visit a couple of night spots and would be home before Jim and I finished our bowling league. That assuming that they didn't 'get lucky'. I was sure that they wouldn't since they never did.

Jim and I were already back when I saw headlights approaching just ahead of an incoming storm. A short time later we all had drinks in our hands. Jim and I had found running shorts and T shirts to cover ourselves and Barb was lamenting their lack of success.

"Poor Donna." She said. "She's hot to trot. She's naked under that dress and still couldn't get a decent offer."

My sister was wearing a print design which did not show what if anything she was wearing underneath. It looked quite thin and the thought that she might really be naked under it brought up an instant erection. 

"I don't know what's with the guys in this town. Of course I don't know what I was going to do if she did get lucky. I guess I'd just have to take care of both of you...........Again." 

I had a pleasant memory of her having once done just that. 

"Not that I would complain about doing that you understand." She added.

Meanwhile Donna had be at the FM radio and found an all night romantic dance station originating from New Orleans. Donna then went around turning off lights and lighting candles and a hurricane lamp. That done she stood in front of me and held out her arms, an invitation to dance with her.

I took Donna in my arms and started to dance and it was immediately apparent that Barb was not kidding. Donna was actually naked under her dress. I had a sudden erection even though it was my sister. When she started to press her crotch against mine my erection got even harder. 

We danced two numbers like that. By then we were kissing as we danced. My sister was rotating her lower body against mine and creating incredible sensations. "It's very nice dancing with you," she said into my ear, "It has been a long time since I felt anything like I feel right now, I don't want this to ever end."

But end it did, at least for a minute and we continued kissing till the music started again. Meanwhile I opened my eyes and caught sight of Barb and Jim. They were engaged in much the same way as Donna and I.

The music started again and we continued 'dancing' and kissing and rubbing. I was just beginning to wonder if I would make it to the end of this dance without an orgasm when the music ended.

I looked toward the other room and saw Jim lead Barb toward the bedroom. Since they could no longer see us I began to massage Donna's buttocks through her through her thin dress. It was a very nice feeling. 

I got brazen and unzipped her dress and began to pull it off her shoulders. She stepped back slightly and hunched her shoulders forward with her arms at her sides and her dress slipped off and fell to the floor. My sister stood naked and beautiful before me for the very first time in our adult lives.

Then her hands were at my waist her thumbs inside the elastic of my shorts and she was pushing the down. Somehow she got them past my erection and they too were on the floor.

The next song started. With that we were kissing again and dancing, this time both naked. Donna was taller than average and my erection had found it's way between her legs and our dance movements caused it to rub her clit. I could hardly stand the excitement.

Just as I thought that I could take no more Donna whispered to me 

"Please. Why don't you sit on the couch, I want kneel across your legs and feel you inside of me. Just once, just for a minute."

"It's OK if we do it for just a minute, isn't it?" she added. "That wouldn't make us bad people, would it?"

I didn't answer. I backed up and dropped my butt onto the couch pulling her down with me. She sat facing me straddling me her pussy just above my quivering erection. I cupped her breasts in my hands and could feel her begin to tremble as she began to lower herself, one of her hands holding my rock hard erection. Without hesitation she took me into her body. 

I was sure that I was going to come as my rock hard penis was sliding into her. She was wet with copious quantities of hot slippery juice. I wanted to hold my cum back. Just as she I was inside of her as far as I could possibly go she started to kiss me. At that instant I felt the pulsating movements of her orgasm begin. She spoke through the kisses into my mouth. 

"I'm coming. I'm coming, and it feels so good, it feels so good!"

With that I came too. My cock not hardly moving but resting deep inside of her. I don't know how much cum I released but it felt like an all time record to me. I pulsed then and began humping. My cock contracted and quivered for what seemed like forever. 

Donna, my darling passionate sister matched every thrust, every tremble and every other movement my body made. She kept repeating "It feels so good, It feels so good!"

Eventually we did stop and come down from our joy and we remained in the same position and my erection lagged for only a minute before it returned to it's full hard state. "God, I wanted that!" was her only comment. 

My crotch was soaking wet from cum, hers and mine. Before long though I felt some contractions against my erection from deep within her pussy. Gradually we began to move against one another again first slowly then faster and faster. 

Our movements became stronger and stronger. Suddenly I had a desire to be on top of her and I rolled us over and twisted us around till her head was against the arm of the couch and her knees were pulled up against my chest. I don't think I could have gotten further inside of her in any other position. 

We humped and thrust against one another as Donna came again and then moments later once more. She was approaching her third orgasm when without warning I started coming too. As the fluid and the heat from me spread within her Donna came again.

This time we were done and we just lay in each others arms recovering.

I hadn't realized that it had been storming outside and it was just starting to lightning and thunder. Just then nearby bolt of lightning hit and knocked the lights. It was total darkness. Barb and Jim came out to see what had happened. We all decided that there was nothing to do except wait it out.

Like women often do Barb and Donna got to talking and comparing notes. I opened the hide-a-bed and fell back on the sheet covered mattress. Next thing I knew I was waking up and feeling an incredible sensation around my cock. I immediately knew that it was my sister whose lips and mouth had enveloped it totally. I could feel that it was all the way into her mouth.

Then I felt her start to move her mouth up and down and I could feel her tongue working furiously and I could feel my cum rapidly developing. Soon it would be crying for release. Then all too soon it was demanding release, I was holding it back the best I could.

Then she removed her mouth for a minute and replaced it with her hand stroking furiously, then it was both hand and lips. I couldn't hold back any longer and I began to cum. And cum I did and I felt her take my cock back into her mouth and begin swallowing my cum. 

Wow never had anything felt that good. It might have been simply the fact that it was my sister. I couldn't wait not only to do it again but to give her pussy the same pleasure. 

She moved up and laid her naked body on mine and put her arms around my neck and pressed her body to mine. She put her face next to mine and spoke softly into my ear. I've been wanting to do that since that day you saw Toni and I together in bed.

"And I've been wanting to fuck you since I first understood the word." I replied.

That said we fell asleep. I awoke sometime later to find that Donna had rolled off of me and was sleeping tight against my left side. Later I came half awake as Jim and Barb spread a sheet and a light cotton blanket over us. 

I slipped quietly out of bed in the morning to pee. Then I just as quietly slipped outside to use the open shower I had built out there. I had just finished soaping my hair and had my head bent backward under the shower head when someone grabbed my penis and gave it a couple of strokes. It filled with blood as it was stroked a couple of times. I said kidding.

"OK Jim, cut that out." I said trying to be funny of course. I was immediately released but when I cleared my eyes they were all three standing facing me and grinning. 

"OK, who was it really? Somebody has good hands."

"We'll never tell." Said my sister.

"Ok guys," I asked. "What's up or rather what's next?" 

"Well." Answered Barb. "I've got to take my mom to the doctor and Jim has to spend some time with his kids. So that leaves us out till about six this evening. Jim is leaving soon too so you two will be alone. I gotta tell you that I'm happy that you guys finally broke the ice. It's been brewing as long as I known either of you. So .................Enjoy."

With that we all dressed then had a quick breakfast before Jim and Barb left in separate cars. 

Donna looked at me and said. "I sure hope that Jim gets his divorce soon, those two are a perfect couple. One of these days though I'm gonna have to take Jim to bed, he really has some real sex appeal. Not as much as my darling brother but close." With that she gave me a quick kiss.

"What are we doing today?" She paused and looked at the grin spreading across my face and added. "Aside from that I mean."

"Well it's a beautiful day. How about we fly somewhere for lunch. Joe, you remember Joe? He lives next to that private strip on Kerr Lake and I'm sure that he'll lend me a boat. Let me call him. OK?"

My sister nodded and I called Joe. "Sure he said, help yourself. You can use the pontoon boat. I'll be gone all day and Jenny prefers the skiff if she wants to fish."

With that we fixed a picnic lunch and took off for the lake. An hour and a half later we were pulling away from the dock. Donna had not been on the lake before so I took her on about a two hour tour. It was too hot on the boat for lunch if it was not moving so we searched for a picnic spot of which there are thousands.

We found a small deserted island. We ate and made small talk then necked for a while. The subject of 'where do we go from here' came up but not seriously. We still loved each other as siblings and lusted for each other but were not, at least at that moment 'in love' nor did we anticipate that we would be. 

We waded into the water for awhile gradually becoming frisky. As we began to indulge in horseplay our clothes ended up on the shore without us being inside of them.

Eventually we waded ashore hand in hand and laid on the blanket we had been smart enough to bring. My sister laid down first. A moment later I fell down beside her with my face even with her pelvis and mine in the vicinity of her face. In other words in a position which would invite a session of sixty nine.

I immediately began to kiss the inner thigh of her closest leg. Donna rolled toward me and rested her upper thigh on the side of my head. As my tongue approached her pussy she lifted that leg then urged her bottom leg under my head. 

Now my head was locked between her thighs and my lips were in full contact with the lips of her vulva. My tongue slipped between those lips and began to lick every part of her that it could reach. As my tongue touched her clitoris it became more erect slipping out of it's sheath much like a penis in heat.

As I began to concentrate on that action Donna took my penis in hand and took it's head into her mouth. She held it there with firm lips and just a hint of teeth as she massaged it with her tongue.

=====Donna takes over the story here.

At that moment I experienced a mini-orgasm which experience told me would be the first of many. Sometimes I experienced a great massive orgasm, sometimes a series of mini orgasms which with luck would begin to roll through me one after the other keeping me in a state of continuous excitement.




The Cabin



I let the head of my brother's cock go and slid it deep into my mouth. I tightened my tongue against it's top surface tightening my mouth around it then drew away as if milking it for it's cum. I felt Don's cock twitch as I did so I did it again and then again. 

At the same time I felt fingers enter my vagina as Don at the same time applied suction to my clitoris area to pull it into his mouth. He began to fuck me with his fingers as he tongued and sucked on my clit which served to bring on another mini orgasm and then another and another and another.

I was trembling and shaking with joy and excitement. My mouth had developed a mind of it's own as it rapidly took my brother's hard cock deep inside then slid outward till only it's head remained inside.

I was on what must have been my tenth mini orgasm when I felt my brother's cock begin to fuck my mouth and swell just a bit. I was about to get a mouth full and I loved the thought of it. 

A minute later it erupted. His hot cum exploded into my mouth and went from there to my stomach. When I felt that there was no more I removed my mouth and fell back onto the blanket. There I came for the last time that early afternoon. 

We napped in each other arms until we were awakened by the sound of a boat roaring by close to shore. I guess we were a nice sight as the boat began a big circle to come by again. He was disappointed though. By the time he was opposite us again we were dressed and pushing our boat away from shore.

Two hours later we were back home and looking for the makings of supper. Not finding anything exciting we headed for town and a Chinese Buffet Restaurant. We returned home to find Barb and Jim cavorting in Don's giant outdoor shower stall. 

It took us less than a minute for us to get naked and join them. A little of what guys often refer to as 'grab ass' ensued. I think that we all grabbed something of all three of the others. It was still quite warm when we finished and we sat on the porch watching the sun go down and making raunchy remarks and suggestions.

One of those suggestions was for both couples to screw on the same bed. I remarked that I had not been 'doggie fucked' yet nor had I 'ridden the horse' yet. Soon we were all four naked on top of the bed. There was a humorous incident when Jim 'checked my oil' and pronounced me ready for action.

I followed that by checking Barbara's oil and pronounced her hot and ready also were quickly turning into a very sexy foursome. Barb and I mounted our steeds and began to ride. Barb and I held hands as we did. Only a moment later someone wondered who would come first. 

That quickly caused a contest. We agreed that the partner of the girl who came second and of the guy who came second would make a full course breakfast. My brother and I were still so wound up that we both had come before either Barb or Jim.

I had to be at work the next morning and to be on time. The weather was turning bad so Don and I left by car at five the next morning. Don had enough things to do in Petersburg to keep him busy until we met for and early dinner. 

Back at my condo we enjoyed the common pool and Jacuzzi then returned to my unit. When my brother finished turning off the lights and setting the alarms he came to the bedroom where I was waiting.

"Is that a big hint?" He asked having found me kneeling on the bed with my ass sticking over the side.

"Never mind the wise talk." I replied. "Just stick it in me and start pumping. It's been almost twenty four hours."

Don stayed two more days until my monthly bout with the cramps began. Thankfully I wasn't pregnant, a tribute to the newly developed pill being developed by my employer. 

We four evolved into something great. We eventually built a twin house next to the old cabin. Barb and Jim in one, my brother and I in the other. Having the same last name and nobody from our previous life around people assumed us to be a married couple. 

Eventually I got off the pill and for a week during my fertile period I screwed Jim several times while Don took care of Barb's needs or rather desires. That's all it took. Both Barb and I ended up pregnant. At some future time our children will need to be enlightened but not today.



The Cabin



Cook Forest State Park is miles away from anything Philly has to offer and Andrew could feel himself relaxing as the truck surged deeper into the forest. When was the last time he'd taken an actual vacation? He couldn't remember, but he was bound and determined to make the best of the four-day weekend ahead. No phone calls at all hours of the day and night, no internet, no email, no contact with the outside world...just peace and much needed quiet. 

The Cabin had been in his family for generations, and sat on more than one hundred acres of land nestled in the Black Mountains high above the Clarion River. Dusk wasn't far off when he finally glimpsed the slanted roof of the two story abode and pulled along side the structure, cutting the engine.

He pulled out his bags, headed towards the cabin, across the back porch to an unassuming door, unlocked it, and swung it open. Andrew walked into the warm, spacious kitchen and flipped the light switch. The cabin had a rustic feel but was distinctly modern. Beyond the kitchen he stepped through a comfortable dining room, and then into a spacious sitting area with massive fire place and overstuffed suede furniture. He opened the front door and stepped out onto a huge deck that wrapped around half of the structure with sitting areas on both sides of the door. A path below the porch steps split; one led around towards the truck, the other, to a fire pit, a covered gazebo, and hot tub.

Back inside and up the round staircase to the top floor was two small bedrooms and a large, master bedroom with bathroom and fireplace. He dropped his bag at the foot of the bed and went back downstairs, grabbed a beer from the newly stocked fridge and sunk decisively on the couch, and, before he knew it, nodded off.

****

Andrew's eyes shot open and he fought through his confusion and the darkness around him to make sense of what had just happened. The last few seconds replayed in his now conscious mind and he realized that noise from the kitchen had woken him; the back door was open. Someone was in the cabin. He lifted himself and peered over the back of the couch, but it was too dark to make out anything other than a figure moving about. Quietly he slipped off of the couch, walked through the small dining area until he was standing right at the kitchen. He reached his hand out and felt the wall, searching for the light switch. He didn't have a weapon on him, but he was certain that coming face to face with the prowler would be enough to scare them off. The cabin had one break in a year, usually college kids looking for beer. He felt the switch and said a silent prayer. In the otherwise soundless night, the switch presented a loud "click" as he pushed it upward. 

Glass crashed to the floor and shattered in thousands of tiny pieces as a blood-curdling scream filled the cabin and the person in the kitchen jumped backwards towards the door. To Andrew's amazement, across from him stood a young woman. A very attractive young woman, who at the moment appeared afraid for her life.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, clutching her purse to her chest, "please don't hurt me!"

"I won't--- I mean, I'm not going to hurt you."

"What are you doing here?!" she demanded, "This is private property!"

"I know, I—"

"Get out, get out or I'm calling the cops!" She fumbled through her purse and came out with her cell, which she immediately dropped. It skidded across the floor stopping just in front of his feet.

"Good luck," he said quietly, "cell phones usually don't work up here."

"This is private property!"

"Yes, I know, so what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I doing here? You're in no position to ask me what I am doing here, you're trespassing!"

"No, technically, you're trespassing."

"I have permission to be here."

"Permission from whom?"

"The owners. The Lucas family, to be specific."

Suddenly Andrew smiled and shook his head. "Wait a minute, don't I know you?"

"I doubt that very seriously."

"No, no, I'm pretty sure I know who you are. You're Camille Boulanger, right?"

"How do you know my name?" she said looking even more alarmed than before.

"I'm Andrew Lucas, Amanda's brother."

Camille squinted at him and then looked as though she'd been struck hard by distant memories. "Oh my God," she said slowly. "Andrew? Andrew Lucas?"

He chuckled, "Yes."

"Jesus, it's been what...fifteen years since I've seen you!"

"Twelve," he said. "You and my sister were always inseparable."

"You look so... different! I didn't recognize you, I'm so sorry."

"That's alright. You haven't changed one bit." He picked up the phone and set it on the counter, opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a small brush and dustpan, knelt at her feet and began sweeping up the glass.

"I'm so sorry about that, I must have knocked it off of the table."

"It's alright, don't worry about it, just stand right there, I don't want any glass to cut through your sandals." 

When he'd finished sweeping he straitened and faced her. "What on Earth are you doing here?" She asked.

He crossed his arms and smiled wryly, "you must be forgetting this is the Lucas cabin, not the Boulanger cabin."

"Amanda said that no one would be here," she said in an apologetic tone.

"Well, usually that's true, no one is here this time of year, but I thought the holiday weekend would be a good time for a mini vacation."

They eyed each other, both uncertain of what to do next.

She nodded, "well, that's just great. I made a three hour drive for absolutely no reason. So... then, I should go. I'm sorry to have barged in on you the way I did."

"Wait a minute," he said, "you don't have to go, I'll go. If Amanda said you can have the place for the weekend, you can have it."

"Oh no, it's your cabin, you stay."

"But you obviously made plans, so you should stay. Besides, you really don't want to drive out of here when it's this dark; it's not recommended anyway."

"I'm a city girl, I can handle it. I've taken self defense and I know how to change my own tire. Plus, I carry mace."

Andrew gave her a once over; perfectly manicured hands, designer sweat suit, expensive leather duffle bags and perfectly coifed hair and shook his head emphatically. "You may be able to take on a mugger in a dark alley, but the roads out here aren't marked very well, and at night you can get turned around. It's happened to plenty of people before, including me, and I've spent my whole life coming up here. Even I don't like to make the drive when it's dark. If you make a wrong turn and run out of gas, you're screwed. Mace can't help you when you're in below freezing temperatures out in the middle of bum fucked Egypt."

"Well, there are two of us and only one cabin, so what do you suggest, I sleep in my car?" "Of course not."

"You sleep in the bed of your truck?"

"You're funny. Look, there might be one cabin, but there are three bedrooms." She looked skeptical and shifted her weight from one leg to the other and back again. "Just for tonight. I'll go in the morning and you can finish your weekend."

"I'll go in the morning; I can't kick you out of your own cabin."

He sighed, a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. "Why don't we just agree that we both stay tonight- inside the cabin?" She thought about it, and then reluctantly nodded. "Have you been here before?" She shook her head. "Well then let me show you where your room is." He bent to grab her duffle bags but she scooped them up quickly.

He smiled and stepped back. "Alright, come on then."

Andrew led her upstairs, down the short hall and into the master bedroom. He grabbed his own duffle bag off of the floor as she stepped in. 

"Wait a minute," she said, looking at his bag, "you don't have to move, I can just take another room."

He shook his head, "this room is the most comfortable, I'll move down the hall." Before she could object further, he'd gone.

Camille sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, tired and frustrated. Andrew Lucas was absolutely the last person she expected to see here. She hadn't seen much of him at all when she graduated and went to college, and though she and Amanda were still thick as thieves, she'd forgotten all about the shy, often pimple faced brother to her best friend of more than twenty years. If not for his eyes and his smile, she'd never have recognized him. The truth was, she didn't want to see anybody, which was the point to coming to the cabin. She needed to get away...needed to be alone. 

A few minutes later his muscular frame filled the doorway. "I'm sure you had a long drive. Hungry?"

She waived her hand, "I can throw something together, it's alright."

"Forget that. I planned to cook anyway, so I might as well cook for two."

"No really, it's okay, I can fix something for myself, I don't want to put you out."

"Either you're really not in the mood for an actual meal or you think I can't cook."

She opened her mouth, shocked and then closed it again, unable to refute his idea. 

"Aha! So you think I can't cook? All the time you spent at my house growing up and you never noticed all the time I spent with my mother in the kitchen? Tisk, tisk."

"Fried baloney sandwiches don't qualify as a meal."

"What?"

"Fried baloney. Don't tell me you don't remember, you used to make them all the time after school, which would completely stink up the house. No, no, none for me."

"Okay, first of all I got over fried baloney a long time ago, and second of all, you actually remember that?"

"The rancid smell of fried pig's butt? Yes, I remember."

"You are absolutely the same smart ass that you were in high school. Well, don't worry; I wouldn't dare serve something like that to a guest. I have a bit more tact than that. So now that we're clear that I know my way around a kitchen, are you going to let me cook for you, or are you going to stick to power bars, granola and vitamin water?"

"Okay, uncle, I get it. Yes, I am starving."

"Good. I'll go open the Spam right now, give it time to air out."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"I thought so," he said with a mischievous smile. "If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen."

"Umm, just one question; is it safe to sit in the hot tub at night?"

"Oh no," he said with mocked concern, "the boogie man comes out at night, you don't want to do that."

Camille rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. "That's not funny."

He shrugged, "sure it's safe, though you may find yourself being watched by a raccoon or two, or ten, maybe a deer even."

"Would it be alright if I took a soak? My back is killing me."

He smiled again, "you don't have to ask. Mi casa su casa, alright?"

She nodded, "alright."

***

Forty-five minutes later, Camille sat in the hot tub, her head back and eyes closed. Andrew stood for a moment and watched her, then reached out and touched her shoulder. She jumped slightly lifted her head and blinked, and he smiled his signature smile. 

"Dinner is ready". He said, handing her a thick terry cloth robe, "I thought you might need this, it's getting pretty chilly out here," then he turned and walked back to the cabin. From within the living room he watched her through the window as she stood, wearing a barely there two piece and swaddled herself in the robe. Seconds later she came around the side of the cabin and stepped onto the deck. In the corner was a beautifully set table for two with candles all around, the moon bright in the sky above.

"Oh," she said, surprised. He stood and pulled out her chair.

Camille stared for a moment, taking in the sight before her. Finally he turned in her direction, "are you okay? Did I forget something?"

She shook her head and cleared her throat, sitting in the open chair, "I just didn't expect...this."

Andrew shrugged as he spooned steamed vegetables onto his plate. "I hope you like salmon."

"As a matter of fact I do."

They sat, eating in silence for a while.

"So," he finally said, setting down his fork and sipping his wine, "if I remember correctly, didn't you go into architecture?" he asked.

She nodded, picking up her own glass, "what about you?"

"I'm a CPA."

"And is that as boring as it sounds?"

"Sure. But it's equally lucrative."

"Ah yes, the money." He smiled again. "I think I remember Amanda telling me you helped her pass trig."

"And calculus, algebra and every other math class she had."

"Guess she doesn't have to worry about that at the gallery?"

"Nope. And she has a really good accountant; I made sure of that myself."

Again they ate in silence. 

"Whatever happened to Brad?" he finally asked.

"Who?" she asked, confused.

"Brad Roberts. I thought for sure you guys would have gotten married."

"The quarterback?!" He nodded and she laughed, tossing her head back. "Oh no, absolutely not."

"But you guys were high school sweethearts. It sure seemed like you were in love with him."

"I was. At least I think I was. But, when you have a crush on someone else, you rarely marry your high school sweetheart. And, maybe the mere reality of having a crush on someone else means I couldn't have been in love with him."

"Who did you have a crush on?"

She laughed again, this time with a hint of nervousness. "You'll make fun of me if I tell you."

"I most certainly will not!" 

"You will."

"I won't, I promise. Come on, you can tell me."

She eyed him and then leaned on the table. "Alright. Michael Doyle."

"Michael Doyle"?!

"You promised you wouldn't make fun!"

"I'm not, I'm not!" He insisted, a strong smile on his lips and laughter in his eyes. "I'm not making fun. I just never imagined that the captain of the cheerleading squad had a crush on the captain of the drama club and co-captain of the debate team."

"Why not? Too smart for me?"

"I wouldn't dare suggest that. He was far from cool, as high school standards go."

"Well, I thought he was plenty cool. Too cool for me."

"You were homecoming queen. You were the most popular girl there."

"Maybe. Maybe not. What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, who was your high school sweetheart?"

He laughed, "Do you remember what I looked like in high school? There were no sweethearts for me."

"Well... you had to have a crush on someone."

"Everyone has a crush on someone in high school."

So. Who was it? Anyone I would remember? Come on, out with it, I told you, now you have to tell me."

"Alright," he said, setting his fork down. "You."

"Me what?"

"You were the girl I had a crush on in high school." His bright grey eyes penetrated her. Camille sat up, her mouth open.

"Oh come on, you can't be that shocked. It makes perfect sense. You were older, even if just by a year, hugely popular, drop dead gorgeous, nice, funny...plus I saw you in your underwear once when you spent the night at my house. That's the inspiration for any high school boy's wet dream."

"Oh my god," she gasped, "I remember that! I was in the bathroom, changing out of my cheer uniform."

"I swear to God I didn't know that when I opened the door," he said raising his hands in surrender.

"I think I might have thrown something at you!"

"The soap. Complete with soap dish."

She giggled, "Oh yes, I do remember that."

"You left my young, virgin mind traumatized."

"You were a virgin?!" she said in a hushed voice, leaning into the table once more.

"Again, did you see me in high school? That was my junior year, and yeah, I was still a virgin. I bet you weren't though."

"Hey, thanks a lot!"

"You know what I mean."

"I was the high school tramp?"

"No, of course not. You just had a certain...air...appeal. I don't know the right word. Then again, it could have been my overactive imagination making you something you weren't. Seeing my sister's friends in their underwear, their scant pj's, their tiny two piece bathing suits, well, for a hormonal boy such as myself, it was a lot to deal with."

She sat back, watching his face. "So how long did you have a crush on me?"

Since the seventh grade," he said.

"Why didn't you ever say anything? Most boys say something, or try and make a move. Why didn't you?"

"Did you tell Michael Doyle how you felt about him?"

"Hell no!"

"Well there you have it. I wasn't about to tell you either. I was content to sit back and watch from afar. It gave me a chance to learn about you."

"Oh?" she said surprised. "What kinds of things did you learn?"

It was his turn to lean forward. "Well, let's se," he said with genuine thought, "I learned that blackberry pie is your favorite, because every time you came to a barbeque you passed on the apple pie and the chocolate cake and went for blackberry pie, two scoops of vanilla on the side, of course. Madonna was at least one of your favorite singers because damn near every time you drove up to the house it was blasting out of your car. And, I learned that purple was your favorite color, because when you and my sister went to tolo's and proms together, your dress was always a shade of purple."

"Wow," she said, "you noticed all of that?"

He shrugged, "I guess I did."

"I don't think my own boyfriend noticed details like that."

"Yeah well, then he was an idiot."

Camille giggled and sipped her wine again. "So when did you forget about me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your crush had to end at some point, right?"

"What about you? When did you get over Michael Doyle?"

"I'm not sure I ever did."

"Well then, there you have it. Maybe I never got over you either."

She put her glass down. "You can't be serious."

"No? Why not?"

"At some point in time someone else had to come along and strike your fancy."

"Oh sure. I didn't remain a virgin forever, thank God. But there is something about your first crush. It never completely goes away, don't you think?"

She nodded, "that sounds about right."

Again the silence enveloped them as they watched the reflection of the moon on the lake below, each consumed by their own thoughts. For the next four hours, conversation ebbed and flowed with little effort; each at complete ease with the other, the familiarity palpable.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you married?"

"No one has asked me."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"You sound like my mother."

"I can't believe no one has ever asked you to marry them."

"Well, besides Chuckie Easter in the fourth grade, no, no one has ever asked me."

"What did you say? To Chuckie Easter?"

"I said yes."

"Why?"

"Because he was really nice to me. And he used to tell me how smart I was. We could talk for hours and never get sick of each other."

"Poor Chuckie. He's seriously missing out on a good woman."

"The sad thing is, if he's anything like the way he was back then, I'd still marry him. What about you? Haven't you at least come close?"

"No. I have a pretty strict criteria."

"And that is?"

"She has to give me butterflies."

"What?" 

"You know, butterflies in my stomach. There has only ever been one girl in my life that I ever felt butterflies in my stomach over. I always thought that if I could find a woman that made me feel that, I'd know she's the one."

"And where is she now, that girl?"

"Oddly enough, sitting across from me, finishing her dinner." Andrew smiled as Camille's cheeks flushed rosey red, and silence fell over them.

Finally Andrew stood, picking up their plates. "It's getting late, and I'm going to head out early tomorrow. You'll probably be asleep when I leave, so...it was good to see you. This was...nice."

"You too, thank you for dinner, it was wonderful."

He nodded and walked inside. After a few minutes she went into the cabin, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen.

"I was thinking," she said as his head snapped up in surprise. "I was thinking that, you know...there's no reason why we can't both stay here. I mean, I know, you, you know me. This cabin is more than big enough for the both of us; between us we have more than enough food and supplies for the next four days. Besides...I would feel horrible kicking you out. Don't go on my account, that's all I'm saying."




The Cabin



He wiped his hands on a towel and crossed his arms. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and I don't want to ruin your weekend."

"Then stay, please. You won't be ruining anything."

"Alright, I'll stay."

"Great!" She broke into a smile so familiar it felt like he'd seen it just the day before. She grabbed more dishes from the table and returned to the kitchen. As he took them from her, their fingers brushed together and Camille distinctly felt the foreign sensation of a butterfly, hatching from its cocoon in the pit of her stomach, fluttering its wings for the first time.

"I'm tired," she said and stepped back, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Cool," he said, "I got this. Sleep well."

"Thanks. Good night."

***

For the second time in less than twenty four hours Andrew was awakened from a sound sleep by unfamiliar noises in the night. He lay on his back, his heart beating fast as he cleared the sleep from the corners of his mind. He had been dreaming. He'd been dreaming of Camille, one like the dreams from their high school days. His hand had managed to find his cock, stiff and warm. He blinked in the darkness, thinking of how she looked, how her skin felt, the way her dark, curly hair fell across her face, the way she moaned and gasped his name-

"Andrew!" He bolted upright. "Andrew, are you awake?"

"Uh, yeah, what's going on?" he whispered back.

"There's something downstairs. I can hear something down there!"

"Inside?"

"I don't know!"

"Alright," he said, getting out of bed. He crossed the room in the dark and she came into focus as he neared the doorway. She looked panicked, standing in a silk nightgown. 

He stepped past her into the hallway and started slowly down the stairs, Camille nearly glued to his back, her hand on his bare shoulder.

The stairs creaked beneath their naked feet. He stopped at the bottom and listened; he wasn't sure what it was, but something was outside the kitchen door.

"Do you hear that?" She whispered.

"Mmmhmm."

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

He moved into the kitchen and she followed. He recognized the sound of the doorknob jiggling and froze.

"Two break-ins in one day." He said.

"This isn't funny!" she hissed.

Suddenly the garbage cans toppled over outside the door with a loud 'crash', and Camille jumped.

"Alright," he said and walked to the door, pushing the curtain back from the window. There, on the other side standing in the shadows were half a dozen raccoons. "Little bastards." She peaked over his shoulder. "They've been trying to figure out those animal proof garbage cans for the longest time. They're smart, but we're smarter." He turned to her, "we're safe for now."

She smiled nervously, shivering in the cold air. "I bet you think I overreacted just a tad bit there."

"Nope. Strange place, strange noises, makes sense to me. But now I think you should get back upstairs because you look like you're freezing."

She nodded and turned, walking up the stairs quickly. To her surprise he followed her into her room.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to put a fire in this fireplace so you're not so cold. The fire downstairs went out hours ago and it's only going to get colder."

She sat in the bed, her knees to her chest, the blanket pulled up and watched as he took wood from the corner of the room and stacked it expertly in place. "I'll make it just the right size to get you through till morning." He took a box of matches from the mantle and struck one, tossing it onto the small woodpile and watched as the smoke grew to a steady flame. "There, that should do it." He walked to the door and turned to her, "let me know if you hear anything else."

She blushed, smiling. "Good night Andrew."

***

The next morning Camille awoke to the sound of an axe splitting wood at a steady pace. She got out of bed, pulling on the same terry cloth robe Andrew had given her the night before and looked out her window. He was behind the cabin and she watched as he went through the pile of wood, cutting each piece down to size. She could see the muscles in his arms, his back and his shoulders as he swung the axe with as much ease as a ball player swings a bat. She lay across the bed and closed her eyes, listening to the sound and thinking about...Andrew. His tall, muscular frame, thick, dark curly hair and a smile that simply devastated her senses...Amanda's little brother. 

The axe stopped. The kitchen door opened, closed, and he was on the stairs. Each step he took quickened her heart. She knew he was right at her door, that he could see her lying there, that he was watching her, not knowing that she was thinking of nothing but him. He tapped on the door, "you alright?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"I have some more wood for you, can I come in?"

"Mmmhmmm." She finally opened her eyes and rolled over, watching as he stacked the corner of her room full of freshly cut pine.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, dusting off his hands.

"Probably."

"Well there's breakfast downstairs when you want it."

"How long have you been up?"

He shrugged, "a few hours."

"A few hours? What time is it?"

"Let's see, it's nine-thirty."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I haven't slept this late in...forever."

"I know what you mean. This place can have that affect on you. Well, I'm done here. I'll see you downstairs."

"Okay. Thank you."

He smiled...damn that smile. "You're welcome."

***

Twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen.

"Well hello," he said looking up from the newspaper, "coffee?"

"Umm... juice?"

"Orange?"

"Dear god yes."

He laughed as she smiled, "coming right up. Do you want a light breakfast or a heavy breakfast."

"I can get it, I don't want to put you out."

"My home training suggests otherwise. We're both staying here, but it's my cabin; that makes you my guest, so, heavy or light?"

"Light."

He handed her a glass of fresh orange juice and she wandered onto the front deck as he prepared her plate. She was astonished by the quiet, it came from every direction. She sat in a comfortable chair watching the river in the distance, and then noticed that the candles, table and chairs they'd sat in the night before were gone. Just then Andrew was next to her, handing her a plate with fresh fruit, a small cup of oatmeal and a piece of toast.

"Thank you." She said grabbing a piece of melon and popping it in her mouth. He disappeared back into the cabin and she ate alone, watching the birds as they hopped about, curious of her presence. When she had finished, she tossed bread crumbs to her newfound winged friends and went back inside. Andrew was on the couch, still reading the paper, and she passed him and went into the kitchen.

She emerged, stretching and said "so what are you going to do today?"

He looked up from the paper. "Do you feel like a walk before lunch, I have a basket packed? If not I won't be offended, just wanted to offer"

"I don't know..."

"If you'd rather just hang out by yourself that's cool."

"I just...I don't want to interfere with your time. Don't get me wrong, you're a good host, a great host, and I'd love to go on a hike...we've kind of been thrown together unexpectedly."

"Then we might as well make the best of it, don't you think?"

She smiled, feeling her face warm. "Alright, a walk it is," she said and went back upstairs to shower.

***

A few hours later they set out along a secluded path to a rocky overhang about three miles from the cabin. The river looked farther away, but at the same time even bigger. They sat on the immense outcropping and ate lunch, then lay on the cool stone, looking at the river, talking about much of nothing at all as the sun crept across the sky; hours had passed as mere seconds would, and the sun was beginning its descent. They had been on the path back to the cabin for about 30 minutes when the first enormous rain drops fell.

"We better move, that's going to turn into a downpour in a few minutes." He took her hand in his and they dashed as quickly as they could along the path. In the near distance thunder rumbled and the raindrops intensified, until they could barely see in front of their faces, and it was more than ten minutes later when they finally burst from the trees and onto the clear land around the cabin. Camille could do nothing but laugh. They were both drenched, their clothes hanging against their bodies. They ran onto the front porch and Andrew fumbled with the key, unable to open the door. She had never seen rain as powerful as this, and it chilled her to the bone.

"I think my fingers are frozen," he yelled over the rain pounding all around them. After a few more seconds he gave up, grabbed her hand and ran off of the porch, down the path and around the cabin to the hot tub.

He jerked off his coat, and struggled to get his soaked sweater over his head. "What are you doing?" she yelled over the roaring thunder.

"Getting in!" He flung his t-shirt aside and peeled his jeans off, standing in nothing but his boxers before jumping down into the steaming tub. He looked up at her, "this is where you take your clothes off and get in! You're going to freeze!"

"I'm already freezing!"

"Well then what the hell are you waiting for?"

"I'm just supposed to take off all of my clothes?"

Andrew turned his back to her. "There, now get in woman!"

With the privacy she needed, Camille kicked off her shoes and pulled of her jeans and jacket, standing in her lace panties and a pale pink tank top. She stepped down into the tub and sighed as the heat enveloped her.

"Okay, I'm in." 

Andrew turned back around and immediately splashed her, laughing nearly out of control at the shocked expression on her face, water dripping from her nose and chin. She splashed him back and they went to war until there was just as much water out of the hot tub as there was in it, and the rain and hot water became one and the same. Finally they collapsed across from each other, deep in the tub as the downpour eventually reduced to a shower. 

"I'm not sure this was the best idea." 

"Why?"

"Well, because when we get out of here the air is going to be freezing." 

Camille literally shuddered at the thought and looked at him expectedly.

"I'll go", he sighed.

***

About ten minutes later Andrew came back from the cabin in dry clothes. He held open her robe as she scoffed, "close your eyes mister, you've already seen me in my underwear, and that was enough."

"Oh be quiet", he said, but closed his eyes anyway. She stood and pulled the robe on, wrapping it tight. He opened his eyes and then held out her flip flops. "So your feet don't get muddy," he said. They walked to the cabin and she went inside and to the fireplace which he had wisely lit when he first came in.

"Well that was exciting," she said rubbing her hands together.

"Yeah, well, we're lucky we were already on our way back, could have been much worse."

She nodded absentmindedly, enjoying the feel of the heat emanating from the fire.

Andrew stood at the stove, heating water for tea, and over so often would glance in her direction, watching her as she warmed herself. Within minutes the water rose to a boil and he carried two mugs into the living room and sat them on the coffee table, sinking into one end of the couch. Camille sat at the opposite end, tucking her legs beneath her, and rubbing her toes.

"They feel like little ice cubes," she said.

Without a word Andrew bent towards her and took her ankle in his hand, pulling her leg from beneath her, his hands pressed over her toes, and his body heat penetrated her. She felt rigid and nervous; the touch of his hand was something that could not be anticipated. She held her mug between her hands, blowing softly at the steamed liquid, watching his hands move across her toes again and again, and then her ankle, and then her calf. His fingers were firm, strong, demanding...and yet soft, gentle and unassuming all at the same time.

He looked up and stopped when he saw her watching him. "I'm sorry," he said, "I think I just crossed the line."

She shook her head, "it's okay...it was okay."

"Just okay?" he teased.

Her cheeks reddened. "It was great."

His hands moved again over her foot, each toe, her ankle and her calf, then up to the back of her knee, his hand under her robe.

Camille sipped her tea some and set it back on the coffee table, her eyes glued to him.

"At the risk of ruining the moment, I'm going to say something." 

She leaned her head against the couch with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?"

"This is very easy."

"What is?"

"Being here...with you."

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Maybe it's just me."

She shook her head, "it's not just you." The words were soft and clear.

"No?"

She shook her head; her face flushed hot, heart pounding.

"Wow, well that's not what I expected you to say."

"What did you expect?"

"Oh, I don't know...something more like 'get the hell out'.

She laughed, shaking her head.

"Well then, how far do we take this new found ease?" His hand had inched ever so slowly up her leg, over her knee, and up the side of her thigh to her hip and he moved unassumingly closer to her. She stretched both of her legs across his and his hands continued their mesmerizing assault. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head shyly and watched as he opened her robe, revealing her smooth soft skin, caressing every inch with his fingers, and then his tongue.

'I have a question," she whispered.

"What would that be?"

"Did you ever..." She laughed nervously and shook her head. "Did you ever...fantasize...about me. In high school."

"Of course!" he laughed.

"Really?"

"Hell yeah. You were hot in high school, and you know it. You're still hot...hotter in fact. But I'm sure you already know that too."

She sat up about, more aware than ever of his hands on her legs. "Tell me about it."

"Well, what do you want to know? I was a healthy teenage boy. All I ever had to do was close my eyes, and you were right there."

"And what did you see?"

He leaned closer, "I could see you. I could smell you...taste you." She raised an eyebrow as he smiled knowingly.

"Did you have a specific scenario?"

"I had a few, as a matter of fact, but the one I liked the most..." he trailed off, in deep thought, slowly taking in a heavy breath.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing". He lifted her legs off of his lap and stood up, holding his hand out to her. "I want to show you something, if that's alright."

She smiled and took his hand, "Of course."

He walked her up the stairs and into her room. The sun had set and it was dark. She stood inside the doorway, and he was right behind her, his chest just barely touching her back.

"Did you ever notice the ceiling in this room?"

Camille looked up at the burgundy fabric that draped elegantly across the ceiling. "Yes, it's beautiful."

Andrew opened the closet door and she heard a distinct "click". Suddenly the ceiling was moving- the fabric drawing to one side, revealing a new ceiling, one made almost entirely of glass. The sky was clear, and the stars seemed close enough to touch.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "it is stunning."

He put his arms around her. "When I would think about you, this is where we were...in this room, at night, with the stars over us." Camille felt the shudder pass through her when their lips met, the passion instant. "I would close my eyes and imagine us here...you in my arms...it was the first fantasy that I ever really thought out...thinking about it now has the same effect as it did when we were in high school."

"What effect is that?"

"My cock is so hard right now I don't know what to do with myself," they leaned into each other, laughing.

"Well, what did you do in high school?"

"I jacked off like a horny fool. I tried not to, like I actually wouldn't, right? But I would try. I would lay in bed, or be in the bathroom, or in the shower, and I would think about you standing here, think about each piece of clothing as it left your body...think about what your skin felt like, what your breasts felt like to touch...kiss...suck...the sounds you would make when I would touch you."

"How?"

He sighed, his hands moving up the sides of her body, over her arms, her neck and face, back down again, along her collar bone and over her piqued breasts. "My mouth touched every inch of this body. My hands, my fingers, I would put my fingers inside of you and make you cum...make love to you anyway I could." He kissed her again, gripping the front of her robe. "You should tell me to stop now."

"I don't think I can do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I-I want to know what you feel like. I want to feel you touch me."

"Camille..." he lost his train of thought as she untied the robe and slowly pulled it open.

"Touch me."

He sighed, looking at her.

"Andrew," she whispered, her body next to his, "please."

He wrapped his arms around her naked body and kissed her passionately. He sunk to his knees, covering her flesh with his lips as she gasped, her body shivering. He stood again and they moved to the bed. He pulled off his t-shirt and pushed her robe to the floor. The collapsed to the bed and he truly, patiently, ravished her. Eventually he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered in her ear.

As she pushed against his body, he thrust his cock high inside of her. He went slowly at first, but then faster, pulling it back and thrusting it harder each time. It was almost impossible to prevent himself from exploding inside of her, but she could not control the very same desire, and she kept gasping his name; he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock with each push.

She climaxed quickly, and laced her fingers through his, gripping his hands as tightly as she could, her pussy in spasms. He paused, allowing her to relax for a moment, and she kissed him slowly. They rolled to one side, with his cock still rock hard and buried deep, her leg draped high over his, his rhythm was slow but firm. After a few minutes, she pushed towards him and he fell to his back, and watched as she lowered her hips onto him, her hot cunt enveloping the long, hard shaft. She threw her head back and took in a sharp breath, adjusting to the sensations. 

He ran his hands over her body, teasing her nipples with his fingers, and finally, she bent towards him and they kissed. When she pulled away and braced her hands on his chest, she had his full attention.

She bit her bottom lip shyly as he watched her move on his cock, her rhythm enchanting. His hand slipped down her front and massaged her clit, exciting them both and quickening her pace as she moved against him. He reached behind her, holding her ass and closed his eyes, listening to her gasps and whispers as they mingled with his own.

Her hips began to jerk up and down, her head tilted back. He watched her, the waves of pleasure visible on her face. She was getting off on him, and he loved it, loved the sight, the feel. His moans were louder now, the sensations she caused, stronger. She grabbed the sheets, riding hard. Part of him wanted to savor this longer, but the rest of him could not wait. She bounced on him, his cock driving deep into her each time, and then he sat up, threw his arms around her waist, and came hard as he clung to her. She climaxed with him, and now sunk against his broad chest, breathing deeply. She finally pulled herself from him, turned away, leaning over the side of the bed, leaving his cock at attention. He immediately cupped his hand around it and stroked it, coated by the wetness.

Though he could not see, he knew. He moved towards her round, butternut ass and let his cock press against it, looking for an eager opening. She was almost oblivious to him now, her legs were open and both hands were teasing her clit. He pushed his chest to her back, and she turned her head towards him as they shared a passionate kiss. He rubbed his cock against her hot pussy and thought he felt her push towards it. She turned, and again they kissed, and when their lips parted she said, "fuck me. Fuck me baby." He kissed her, barely able to pull his lips away, but as he did, she turned again, her stomach against the bed, and he mounted her from behind, thrusting his dick into her soaked pussy. He stayed there, with one hand on the bed, and one hand gripping her hair, and no matter how loudly she yelled, he fucked her as hard and as long as he could. As she pushed her fingers around her clit, she found herself begging for him to fuck her harder, and somehow he did. When she peaked, he got off just at the sound of her cries. He kissed her again, with even more passion, and her pussy tightened in quick spasms, the feeling was like nothing else.




The Cabin



"Do you like that?" he whispered, his mouth still on hers. She moaned in response as her body began to rock softly. "Oh you do like it," he whispered, and thrust his tight, hard cock deeper, as her body rocked faster, "you like it when I fuck you?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes...yes...yes...oh, mmmm, uh, uh," listening to her nearly made him insane, his shaft moved faster, harder, and again, they both peaked again within minutes.

"I bet that pussy tastes good right now, doesn't it?" He slid to fingers over her clit and brought them to her lips. She sucked them both and he slipped his tongue in, wanting to taste her tasting herself. "That pussy tastes good baby."

He lowered his lips to her body, down her belly, causing her to moan again, and he dragged his fingers over the short, dark curly hair that covered her sex. She gasped again, and he tried hard to focus on taking his time, savoring this experience, worshiping her. He pushed her thighs farther apart as her body shook slightly- he looked up to her face and found her biting her bottom lip, watching his every move. He lowered his head, parted her swollen flesh with his fingers, and pressed his tongue into her. She cried out instantly, her back arched and she gripped the bed sheets. Slowly he rolled his tongue over her clit, and listened to the sounds of her gasps, felt her jerk beneath his touch. 

He moved his tongue rapidly against her clit, then pressed himself closer still and sucked it in between his lips. He felt her hips begin to buck out of control, felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, and felt a surge of wetness on his tongue accompanied by a slow, long moan that parted her lips. He waited a moment, and then drove two fingers deep into her wetness and pressed his lips against her clit once more. Within minutes she orgasmed again, her body shaking out of control, and when the orgasm had subsided, he took her in his arms and held her close. 

"Was that anything like you thought it would be?" she asked.

"I could have never imagined this, never," he kissed her longingly, "you're amazing."

"Do you wonder why this is happening?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you wonder why we both ended up here, thrown together after all this time?"

"Sure."

"And?" she said, looking up at him.

He touched her face and kissed her softly, "I wonder if you feel what I feel..."

"What is that?"

He smiled and kissed her again. "I don't believe in coincidences."

"What do you believe in then?"

"Fate. Yes, even men can believe in fate, I know it must come as a shock. Do you believe in fate?"

"Yes," she said nervously, "very much."

"And what about love at first sight? Has that ever happened to you?"

"I think it may have, yes," she said swallowing hard, "what about you?"

"Absolutely, yes."

"How do you know?"

He looked her in the eye. "Because when this weekend comes to an end, I'm not willing to go back to living my life without you in it. Now that I know you...I can't go back to not knowing you, it's not an option."

"Andrew..."

"I hope you don't think that was too forward of me."

She kissed him in response, her arms around his neck, pulling him into her. She wrapped her legs around his, her thighs open to him, and their bodies again became one.

"Jesus Christ you feel good," he gasped as her back arched. Her body went limp as the orgasm swept over her. They lay in silence, staring at the stars.

'Camille?" he finally said, his fingers lazily stroking her hair.

"Yes?"

"Would you marry me?"

Her heart stopped and she jerked around to look at him, speechless.

"Before you say anything, just think about it. I am a good man, I have a good job. I don't snore, I'm not in debt, I don't have any unfavorable habits, I can cook and do laundry, I'm a hit at dinner parties, and I love weekend getaways. Our families know each other. I'm crazy about you, and I always have been. I would take good care of you Camille. I would spend the rest of my life loving you...being the man that you need...the man you deserve. Every second that I spend with you, I fall more and more in love. All I can think about is, how can I make you happy. How can I give you what you deserve? Besides, you give me butterflies in the pit of my stomach...just like before. I can't explain it, I just know how I feel."

She stared for an eternity before laying back down, her head against his chest. They stayed silent for hours, neither able to sleep. In the early morning, he felt her hand wrap around his, and she looked up to him, kissing his jaw. "Yes," she whispered, "I'll marry you."



The Cabin



 edited by BrettJ -- Thank you! 

They had arrived at the cabin just as the wind started to howl. If there had been any further delays driving out of Baltimore, they would have been caught in the storm. Summer storms like this were not uncommon and Jenny enjoyed watching the lightning shows and hearing the thunder crash. The howling wind, however, she hated. It brought up horrible memories of the tornado her family had been caught in when she was twelve.

"Run, Sis. Run!" Sam yelled as the rain started its downpour. They both scrambled out of the Jeep and ran towards the cabin. Thankfully, the wrap around front porch had an awning over the front half of the cabin, so they weren't rained on as Sam unlocked the door.

However, the short trip from the Jeep to the porch had left both Jenny and Sam looking like drowned rats. Jenny breathed a heavy sigh as she plopped down at the kitchen table. Sam's black hair took on an ebony sheen as the rain dripped from his head. His long legs took him to the bathroom linen closest in just a few strides. He pulled out a towel for each of them to dry off. Jenny had always thought her older brother was handsome, but after he toweled off his hair and face, he looked roguishly sexy.

Sam was wearing his work cowboy boots with dark blue jeans and a white tee shirt. The rain had soaked the shirt and Jenny could see his nipples protruding from the cold rain. He stripped off his tee shirt and Jenny gasped. His chest was perfect for a Soloflex ad.

Sam heard her gasp and whipped his head around to look at her. "What?!" 

Jenny flushed lightly and thought quickly. Wouldn't be good to have her brother knowing her sexual fantasies of him. "I'm just appalled by all this dust in here." She ran a finger on the kitchen table to demonstrate.

He grinned. "Geez, Sis. Can't you take a break just for three days?" He continued his ministrations and dried off his chest and back. Jenny owned and operated a cleaning service out of Baltimore. Of course she would want the place clean. "The cabin's been closed up since last October," Sam continued. "It's no wonder there is an inch of dust everywhere."

"Well," she said quickly as she hopped out of her chair. "I'd better get to it then. Mom and Dad will be here soon."

He stopped her by placing a hand on her arm and looking down into her deep blue eyes. Her breathing stopped. Goodness, he was gorgeous. "Not until you get out of those wet clothes." She still couldn't breathe as his warm brown eyes penetrated hers. She licked her lips delicately and as her pink tongue darted out, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

She drug her gaze away from his and headed towards the stairs. "I will see what I can find, Sam."

Sam watched his little sister walk up the stairs. He noticed now the way her wet jean shorts hugged her ass. Her hips were swaying as she mounted the steps.  What had been in her eyes?  For a very brief instant he thought it had been desire. When her tongue had slipped out to lick her lips, he'd felt his cock twitch in response.  Oh, that would not do,  he thought.  I cannot be having lustful thoughts about my little sister, for Christ's sake 

Sam tried to think of his sister when she was younger. She'd been a skinny tomboy with light red hair, almost always in long braids. He'd called her "Pippy" in elementary school until she socked him in the nose once. He chuckled to himself at the memory and continued drying off. His erection subsided at the vision of his sister, angry as a wet hen, her long braids flying, when she'd punched him. He'd deserved it.

He followed her up the stairs a few moments later and went into his own room. Each family member had several changes of clothes at the cabin. He opened a drawer and pulled out a clean, dry pair of jeans and another tee shirt. He stripped out of the wet jeans and slipped on the others. He normally went commando in the summer, wearing no underwear at all. As he tucked his cock into his jeans and zipped them up, he recalled the spark in his sister's clear blue eyes.  Oh hell!  Another twitch and his jeans were bulging at the zipper. He decided to change his choice in shirts. He needed a longer tee shirt rather than the tight light blue one he'd originally pulled out of the drawer. Sam worked out daily and he liked showing off his muscles, but not to his little sister. He dug out a dark blue, longer shirt. It was his high school baseball jersey. He slipped it on over his shoulders and it hung a few inches below his beltline. Not long enough to cover his bulge but it would have to do.

Sam climbed down the stairs and stopped at the landing to watch his sister starting to clean the cabin. It was just big enough for the family of four with three bedrooms upstairs and a full bath. The den and eat-in kitchen were in one large open room with the half bath off in the corner. The rustic, but relaxing look and feel of the cabin helped Sam to ease the pressures of his workweek. His sister had started cleaning in the kitchen, wiping down all the countertops and table, and had moved into the living room with the dust cloth. 

Jenny's wet hair had been braided again, but this time one single thick auburn braid hung down her back. She had on a long-sleeved green flannel shirt. She'd rolled up the sleeves so that they wouldn't get in the way of her cleaning. It was long enough to cover her ass completely and Sam believed it actually belonged to their father. Her shorts were completely covered with the long shirt, and she was barefoot. Her long legs were peaking out from under the shirt and Sam could tell that his little sister worked out too. He started down the stairs and was halfway down when Jenny stood on her tiptoes to dust off a higher shelf on the entertainment center. Sam had a clear view of her ass then and she wasn't wearing any shorts! He could see white lace panties peeking out from under the shirt.

He cleared his throat and got her attention. She turned around to face him and the flannel shirt's top two buttons were undone. Her cleavage was nearly showing! "I thought you went upstairs to get dressed," he said. 

She blushed and answered defensively. "I had forgotten that last fall I took all of my clothes home. Some I took to Goodwill and others I just threw out. The clothes I had planned on replacing them with are still out in the Jeep." He sighed, but she continued. "I couldn't run around here naked, Sam, so I borrowed one of Daddy's shirts."

No, she definitely can't run around here naked,  he thought.  Down boy!  he yelled internally to his cock.

"Looks like the rain has let up, so I will go out to the Jeep and bring stuff in," Sam said as he averted his eyes from his sexy younger sister.

"Need help?" she asked.

"No!" It was almost a growl.  My, my!  Jenny thought as she recalled the bulge in his jeans. His baseball jersey attempted to cover his erection, but it didn't complete the job.  He has a desire for his little sister and is trying to suppress it.  She smiled as her lace panties got just a little wetter.

Sam stalked out to the Jeep and noticed the rain had let up to a mere drizzle. The birds were starting to sing again and he knew the storm had passed. Well, the storm outside had passed. The sexual storm in the cabin was just starting to brew. He brought in their suitcases. Jenny had two. Her normal duffel that she packed for the weekend trips up here and another larger suitcase. Presumably it held the clothes she had intended to leave up here for the summer. He slung his own duffel bag over his shoulder and picked up her two. He trekked back towards the cabin and then went back out after setting the bags inside the door. As he was getting the groceries out of the back of the Jeep he heard his cell phone ringing. It was a text message alert. He brought the first load of groceries into the kitchen, set them on the table and then went back out. He opened the front door of the Jeep and on the seat was his cell phone. He flipped it open.

 Bridge washed out. Call us.  It was a text from his mom. Sam groaned. He walked the hundred yards or so up the driveway to a tall knotty pine tree, three feet thick, and leaned his back against it. He pointed the phone directly at the tower on the mountain five miles away and waited patiently, as it took several minutes to connect. The phone tree, as they had called for many years, was the only area near the cabin that one could send or receive calls. Text messages were sent and received only outside of the cabin. His mom answered his call, but there was still static on the line so it was hard to hear.

"What's the weather doing up there?" she asked.

"It was pouring when we got here, but let up now," Sam answered. "It looks like the sun is trying to come out."

"It's still raining hard here in Rockville and we heard on the radio that a bridge was out near Deep Creek. We called Pete. He said Muddy Creek overflowed." Sam groaned again. "The bridge on Cranesville Road is washed away." Less than two miles away from the cabin. Sam ran his fingers through his damp hair. 

"You're not coming up then," Sam said into the phone.

"No. Your dad has to work on Sunday morning anyway. We were only planning on being up there tonight and coming home late on Saturday."

"Okay, Mom," he sighed heavily. "We'll manage."

"What's wrong, honey?" His mother had heard the tension in his voice. "Are you and Jennifer fighting again? I thought you two had worked things out these last few summers and were becoming friends again?"

"Everything's fine, Mom." Sam and Jenny had had a large argument over her then boyfriend three summers ago. She'd brought Steve up to the cabin that summer for one weekend and Sam thought he was just a lazy bum. Not good enough for his sister. It had put a major strain on their relationship, but eventually, thankfully, Jen had seen that Sam was right about Steve.

"Just don't kill each other," his mom laughed.

Sam groaned again.  Kill?  Kissing his sister was more on his mind than killing her.

"We won't." Sam said his goodbyes to his mother and then dialed Pete's number. Pete was the unofficial mayor of the Muddy Creek Development.

"Pete Townsend," the deep voice said as it answered and Sam smiled. Poor Pete. What a name to be saddled with. 

"Hey, Pete. Sam Martin here. I hear the bridge is washed out."

"Hey there Sam!" Pete's grin was evident in his voice. "Yeah... I'm afraid you all won't be making it up here this weekend. I'd wanted to see your dad again. I still need to win back my fifty bucks."  Ah, the life of the semi-retired,  Sam thought.

"Actually, Jenny and I made it up here already. I drove down early from Philly and picked her up in Baltimore. We made it here around 5 PM just as the storm hit."

"Man! You probably were the last ones across that bridge. Lucky it didn't collapse when you went across it!" 

Sam nodded. Lucky indeed. Stuck here all weekend with his sexy sister and no one to rescue him. Sam shifted his once-again aching cock to the left.

"When do you think it will be repaired, Pete?"

"I am getting a crew together as we speak. It should be reopened by Sunday at the latest. I will give you a call and let you know when you two can cross it again."

"Limited service up here, Pete," Sam reminded him. "We'll just head home late on Sunday night and hope that it's repaired by then." 

Pete agreed and they said their farewells. Sam slowly walked back to the cabin in the middle of the road. The trees were still dripping from the recent rain and he didn't want to get wet again. The sun was starting to come out again, although it would set within a couple of hours.  Hours. Forty-eight of them left.  With his sister. His little sister with the size 38 C breasts and perfect little ass. Sam groaned still yet again. It was going to be a long weekend.

Jenny saw Sam slowly walking back up the driveway. She could see the phone tree from the front window and knew what he'd been doing. As he walked up the driveway, his shoulders were slumped forward. She could see the frown on his face as he got closer and wondered what phone call could depress him so much. He walked into the cabin and set his phone down on the kitchen table.

"Everything okay?" she asked tentatively. "I saw you out at the phone tree."

He shrugged. "Muddy Creek Bridge is washed out." Jenny gasped. "Mom and Dad aren't coming up." Inside, Jenny purred. "It's just you and me, Sis. Til sometime on Sunday is what Pete said."

 Just the two of them. For the whole weekend.  Suddenly Jenny shivered. She wasn't sure if it was from apprehension or excitement. Perhaps a little of both.

Sam finished bringing in the rest of the groceries while Jenny went upstairs with her suitcase, changed out of her dad's flannel shirt and into a set of shorts and a tank top. She surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. The light pink shorts were thinner cotton and she could see the vague outline of her bright pink thong beneath them. She looked at her light pink matching tank top and could see her bra through the fabric as well there. She slipped the tank top off and laid it on her bed. She unclasped the front closure on her bra and released her breasts from the cups. The air felt cool on her nipples and they peaked slightly. She casually moved her palms underneath her breasts and brought her thumb and forefingers around to enclose the nipples. She had high firm breasts and was proud of the way her body looked. Her daily workout with the ball was helping her tummy muscles too. Just a slight roundness near her hips was felt as she moved her right hand from her breasts and slid it over her stomach and hips.

Jenny heard a noise in the hallway and quickly covered herself. She heard Sam groan as he walked by her room on the way to his. Jenny had forgotten to close her door and Sam had seen her fondling herself. Jenny left the bra on her bedroom floor, slipped the pink tank top over her pert breasts and went downstairs to the kitchen to make supper for her and her brother.

As she was frying up the bacon for their BLT sandwiches, Sam came downstairs in his bathing trunks. He didn't say a word to her, though, as he went out to the back deck and turned on the hot tub. It was a nice service that his parents paid for in the development. Every Memorial Day weekend, without fail, a water truck came around to every house that had a hot tub or a swimming pool and filled up the tubs that had been drained the previous fall. Sam cranked the heat to its highest setting. Even though the summer sun had warmed the water somewhat in previous days, the recent rain had cooled it again. The heater was powerful and Sam knew it wouldn't take long for it to reach the ninety-degree mark. And if not then he could use a cold dip to cool his lustful thoughts. Regardless of whether she knew or not, Sam had noticed her not wearing a bra while she was cooking dinner. His cock had noticed too and he was nearly wearing a tent as he stood out on the deck next to the hot tub. The sun was setting and the stars were beginning to twinkle on the eastern horizon.

Jenny touched his shoulder and he jumped only slightly. She'd come out to the deck barefooted so he hadn't heard her approach. He was lost in his thoughts, watching the day wane away. Sam didn't turn towards her, knowing she would see his erection. He was embarrassed. His little sister was turning him on and he knew it was wrong. After he had watched her fondling herself just a half hour before, he had to go to his room, close the door and relieve his sexual tension. He had never masturbated while thinking about his sister... until today.

His brain forced his hand away from his cock. He couldn't touch himself while she stood right behind him. "Dinner is ready," she whispered into his back. Her voice was deeper, huskier... sexy as hell. She was only five foot seven inches compared to his five eleven frame. Both of them were slim and athletic and the resemblance was certainly existent between them, despite Sam's dark hair and Jenny's auburn strands. Sam knew that if he turned now to face her that he would only have to dip a few inches to capture her lips with his. His body faced an internal war. His brain screamed  NO!  while his body cried out  Oh, fuck yes! 

"I'll be in there in a moment," he said hoarsely. He felt Jenny's hand slide off his shoulder and her fingernails lightly scratched his back. He had put on a different shirt after his encounter upstairs. He'd soiled his baseball jersey when he'd cum as he thought of his sister, so he slipped on a white mesh muscle shirt and put on his trunks. He felt the ripple effect of her nails as they skimmed down his shirt. Sam groaned as she left and he tried to think of the "Pippy" image again, but this time his erection stayed in place. So he thought of his dad beating the living tar out of him. Finally after a few minutes of those horrible images, he was ready to go back inside the cabin and have dinner with his sister.

They ate nearly in silence until she couldn't stand it anymore. She finally asked him about work and he opened up. Sam loved his job as a construction project manager and the sexual tension eased as he told her in detail about one of his latest jobs. Jenny also relaxed and explained how she was working on getting another crew together to service houses in the Hunt Valley area, a richer Baltimore suburb. 

Sam cleared the plates from the table and mentioned he was going to enjoy the hot tub with a glass of wine for a while.

"Would you like company?" Jenny asked. They were almost relaxed enough to be back to their  normal  sibling selves.

"Sure," he said. "Did you bring a suit?"

She nodded. "Two of them. My white bikini and the blue one-piece."

Sam swallowed hard and the tension was back. "The one... piece." He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Please." He added. And then his sister smiled.

Sam walked out to the deck by the hot tub and didn't realize how late it had gotten. The sky was pitch black but littered with millions of stars. You couldn't see this in Philly. There were no city lights here to obscure the brilliant twinkling of the bejeweled night sky. He looked at the thermometer on the hot tub. One hundred degrees even. He backed down the thermostat to 102, which was just about perfect for him. The mid-June night was still chilly here in the mountains of western Maryland but the warmth of the hot tub would help to relax him. He shook his head in disbelief at the way he'd been acting earlier. His actions had been those of a randy high school boy, not a man of twenty-five. Certainly not those of a man whose sexual target had been his twenty-three year old sister. He chalked it up to the stress at work and the sexual tension he'd had since Jessica had dumped him three months ago. Sam went back inside, grabbed the bottle of White Zinfandel out of the wine rack and two glasses. He set them on the side of the tub and climbed in.

As he sat surrounded by the Jacuzzi bubbles, he closed his eyes and leaned back with his arms extended to either side, level with his shoulders. The soft bubbling noises were drifting him to sleep when he heard the pop of the cork. He opened his eyes and saw his sister pouring each of them a glass of wine.

 ONE piece?  Jenny's blue bathing suit was indeed one piece, however it had a huge gaping hole in the front where her flat tummy showed through. He saw her belly button piercing and remembered the day she'd gotten it; just after her eighteenth birthday. She'd been so proud to show it to him and he'd been embarrassed. Not as embarrassed as he was now. His cock twitched in his swim trunks, billowing it out even further than the bubbles had done.




The Cabin



"May I propose a toast?" she asked solemnly. He nodded carefully. "To a wonderful summer!" He nodded again and they clinked glasses. She climbed into the hot tub and sat across from him. The water level was slightly above her breasts and he relaxed. He didn't have to see her wonderfully round globes. Or her bare midriff. Or those long legs that he ached to have wrapped around him. He took a sip of the wine, leaned back and closed his eyes again. They sat in silence again, but it was peaceful this time.

"Sam?" Jenny asked quietly. "What happened to Jess? You never mention her anymore."

He opened his eyes and could see her clearly with the full moonlight. She had genuine concern on her face.

"Bob Matthews." Her face fell. "Electrician on one of the jobs in KOP. Jess started coming out to see me at the job site last winter. Brought coffee and doughnuts for the guys every morning. They'd sit outside in the cold, drinking coffee and eating the doughnuts while she and I were inside the warm trailer. I got a blow job a day for about seven weeks straight." He scoffed as he remembered. "I think she was feeling guilty even then." He closed his eyes and recalled the day his world came crashing down. "Bob came into the trailer in March one day. Blurted out that he was leaving the job. He'd found a replacement. God, he was so nervous about telling me, and I thought it was just because he felt guilty about not finishing the job. Said he was getting married... So I congratulated him and even gave him a big fat fucking bonus as a wedding present. He'd done the job well until then and we were never behind. I drove home from work that evening to find Jess gone and all of her things moved out of our apartment. I found the note from her on the mantle. Just like in those damn classic movies." His voice was raising now and he was getting angry all over again. He'd never talked about it to anyone. So now it felt kind of good to be getting it all out. "Dear John, it began. No, not really, but that's exactly what it was. It was a fucking Dear John letter. She'd left for Vegas with Bob that afternoon. Right after he'd left my trailer. She was pregnant." He sighed heavily and didn't notice that Jenny had moved over to sit right beside him.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," she said with her voice cracking. She reached up and placed her palm on his cheek. "I'm so sorry," she repeated. She moved even closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't sure who was comforting whom at that point in time. She began kissing his cheek lightly and then his eyelids, his brows and his forehead. She moved to his nose and then his chin. They were soft, feathery kisses meant to comfort. Her soft lips finally found his. Very softly and very tentatively she kissed him. 

His passion erupted. "Oh God, Jen," he moaned loudly. He captured her lips with his own and forced her mouth open with his tongue. A cry of desire caught in her throat as he embraced her tightly. He kissed her as passionately as he'd never kissed a woman before in his life. "Oh my god, Sis. God, how I want you." He felt her nod her head in agreement, just as the words that had escaped across his lips were branded into his brain.  Sis  His own sister.

Sam pushed her back and climbed out of the hot tub just as he heard her starting to cry. "Jen, don't please." His voice was filled with disappointment and horror. He hated himself. 

He saw her nod slightly as the silent tears streamed down her face. He turned towards the house and he heard her whisper into the night, "But, I wanted you too."

* * * * * Sam wandered out of his bedroom around 3 AM. He was having trouble sleeping. He would think about kissing his sister and then fondle himself for a bit before drifting back to sleep and having erotic dreams of being between her legs. He woke up, hard as a rock, and pleasured himself. It felt so good as he shot his load onto his stomach and into the visionary face of his sister's hot little mouth with those pouty full lips. He frowned, as the thought of his sister swallowing his cum made his cock twitch yet again. The images in his mind were vivid, sinful, and erotic. And, so very wrong. Every time he thought about how sexy his sister was, the head of his cock would grow. The head on his shoulders would yell at him.  Are you fucking crazy?  Sam nodded his head in response.  It's wrong and it's against the law!  Sam nodded again. This time his cock answered his brain.  But, it's sooooo fucking HOT!  And Sam nodded again.

He walked down the stairs and opened the Fridge. He grabbed the container of apple juice and a tall glass. He drank it all in four gulps and put the glass in the sink to be washed later. The plates from their sandwiches the night before, were still in there too, along with the pan Jenny had used for the bacon. He was surprised that Jenny, the clean freak, had left them there.

He stopped at the bathroom before heading back to his bed. He paused in mid-stream when he heard a low humming noise. It sounded like a fly had gotten into the house and was trapped on a windowsill somewhere. He finished peeing and headed back to his room. He passed Jen's room on the way and heard the fly again, in her room. He stopped in the hallway and peeked into her room. The door was open just a crack and her bedside lamp was still on. 

Through the tiny crack he saw her lying on her bed, naked. The "fly" he had heard was her vibrator. Sam's cock was instantly hard. He watched his sister carefully.

She had her right hand on the vibrator, plunging it slowly, in and out of her bald pussy. Her left hand was softly caressing her left breast, pinching her nipple now and then. Without knowing it consciously, Sam took out his thick, hard rod and started touching his cock as he watched Jen pleasure herself. Her eyes were closed and her lips made a little "O" shape as if kissing someone or as if moaning in pleasure without making a sound. Suddenly she pulled out the vibrator, set it on the bed and reached to her bedside table for another toy. It was a clit stimulator. She turned it on and laid it just below the hood of her clit. It stayed in a perfect position as she stuck the nine-inch dildo back into her slick hole and began kneading her breast again. 

Sam massaged his cock with long, hard strokes; his hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft. Was Jenny thinking of him as she plunged that fake dick in and out of her pussy? Was it him she craved? A slight frown crossed her face, as she had to let go of her breast to reposition the clit stimulator.  I should help her,  Sam thought and his cock agreed, but he stayed in the hallway, peering through the crack in her door...watching her. She pinched her nipple hard and pulled it away from her breast and she let a little gasp escape. It was the first sound he had heard out of her. She let go of her breast and began moving the clit stimulator in a circular motion around her tight little nub. She forced the dildo faster and faster into her wet pussy and as she let go of the vibrator and clit toy, she grabbed both of her nipples and pulled hard, arching her back off the bed. The dildo shot out of her down to her ankles and Sam saw her squirt her incredible sex juices all over her bed.  Oh my God!  He stroked harder and faster.  I am so close to cumming!  Jenny laid back on the bed, fully satisfied and moaned softly while rubbing her clit and her mound softly with her hands. She reached down to the bottom of the bed and pulled up a towel to soak up her cum. Oh how Sam wanted to taste that! She pulled the sheet over her naked body and turned off the lamp, just as Sam exploded into his cupped left hand. 

* * * * *

Sam awoke to the bright sun peering into his window. He'd slept later than normal, but he felt very refreshed. After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he plopped onto his bed and slept deeply. He had felt very naughty, watching his sister masturbate and the memory returned to his half-awakened mind just as his cock had awoken fully. He remembered her sweet shaved pussy. As he stroked his hard shaft he imagined it plunging in and out of her exactly like the dildo had done. When she had come with such force that it shot the dildo out of her, he had felt himself beginning to climax also. Oh, but he wouldn't be shot out of her. He wouldn't let her. When she orgasmed and tightened her muscles around his cock, he would dive deeper into her. Shooting his cum straight into her as she washed his cock with waves and waves of her sweet honey. He moaned now, soft and low, as he expelled all over his tight stomach muscles. His cum shot up to his breast area, and he knew he would have come just as hard and strong if he had been inside Jenny.

After showering, Sam walked down the stairs barefoot with his sweat pants pulled lower around his hips. They were more comfortable there, than around his waist. He'd jerked off again in the shower.  God, how much cum can your balls produce, boy?  His brain seemed to ask his cock. He was flaccid again now but as he walked into the kitchen to see his sister in an over sized tee shirt, he knew he wouldn't stay limp for long.

"Good morning," Jenny said cheerily. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded. "Out like a light."

"Hmmmmm," she just mumbled as she set his scrambled eggs mixed with ham in front of him. "Perfect timing. Breakfast is ready right now." She set a plate for herself down on the table and moved the pan from the stove to the sink. 

They ate in silence for just a few minutes until she boldly said, "Sam, I saw you watching me last night."

Sam swallowed his eggs, carefully trying not to choke. "You did?" he squeaked out.

Jenny nodded. She looked at him from lowered lids and asked coyly, "Did you like what you saw?" Sam slightly nodded. He was embarrassed as hell. His little sister had caught him watching her. "Do you want to watch me again sometime?" Somehow, some of the blood from his cock managed to reach the muscles in his neck, allowing him to nod again. "I would like that a lot, Sam," she said as she dug her fork into her eggs.

They sat in silence again, each to their own thoughts, before Sam threw down his fork. "Dammit Jenny!" he roared. "We can't! We ... just... can't." His voice went from furious to regretful in one breath.

"Why not, Sam?" Her eyes held genuine curiosity. "I am attracted to you physically and I believe you are to me. Why can't we just give in?"

"God, Jenny! Don't you see how wrong this is?"

She stood up from her chair and came to stand behind him. She ran her fingertips over his shoulders and tried to massage the tension away. "I see a very handsome man and an attractive woman who are drawn to each other. Would you fuck me if I wasn't your sister?"

Sam didn't hesitate. "In a heartbeat."

"I want you to fuck me, Sam," she whispered into his ear. "But I also want you to remember who it is you are fucking." She kissed his neck softly and then bit it lightly. "I want you to stick your rock hard cock into your little sister's pussy!" 

Sam groaned loudly. He pushed his chair away from the table and swiftly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her onto his lap. He captured her lips with his and forcefully stuck his tongue into her mouth. He reached up her tee shirt and found her wet panties. He put his hand inside her panties and slid one finger into her very wet cunt. "You want this, Jenny?" She moaned. "You want your big brother to fuck your brains out?" She moaned again against his mouth as he slid two fingers inside of her. He plunged his fingers into her rapidly, thrusting and pounding as he molested her mouth with his tongue and his teeth. She gasped quite suddenly and he felt her pussy contract around his fingers as she gushed.

He lifted her into his arms and still kissing her passionately, they made their way to his room at the far end of the hallway. He dropped her onto the bed and as she raised her arms, he ripped the tee shirt over her head. Her perfect little breasts were staring at him, the nipples peaked and aching to be licked. He lowered his mouth over one tight bud as his other hand found her panties and drug them down to her knees. She kicked them off as he touched her wet pussy with passion. He found her nub and rubbed it between his finger and thumb, while sliding his other three fingers inside of her. She bucked against his hand, aching for more as his teeth teased her nipple. "Oh God! Yes, Sam!" she screamed.

His erection grew fuller, knowing it was him she wanted. It was Sam, her brother, that she wanted to fill her tight pussy. "I've got to taste you!" he growled against her breast.

He put his face between her legs and licked her from her anus to her clit. His hands reached up to caresses her breasts and bring her peaked nipples to rock hard pebbles. She was heaven. Her sweet juices made her hole slick as silk. His tongue teased her clit gently, but firmly before he plunged it into her wet cunt. Jenny let out a tight scream of desire and grabbed his dark hair with both of her hands, forcing him deeper within her. Her hips undulated, rising off the bed and back down again, fucking his face. One manicured finger massaged her clit as he sucked and probed her cunt. It scratched his nose a few times, but he was enthralled. He was eating out his little sister's pussy. It was surreal. It was fantastic. He never wanted to stop.

"Sam?" Jenny gasped. "Oh my god, Sam. I'm gonna cum."

His tongue probed harder and faster, sliding one finger along side of it. "Cum for me, little sister," he breathed against her wet pussy. "Cum hard for your big brother." 

As if saying those taboo words turned her on even more, Jenny squirted right into his mouth. Sam had died and gone to heaven. It was the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted. No woman had ever squirted like that with him and he was happy, no ecstatic, that he had made his sister ejaculate. It empowered him. 

"Has any other man ever made you squirt?" He demanded as two of his fingers still assaulted her pussy. "I know your toy did, but did a  real  man ever make you do that?"

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. "God, no, Sam. Only you." She took in a big gulp of air before saying, "Only my brother could make me squirt like that!"

"And no man ever will," he growled possessively. "If you ever cum like that again for  any  man..." he stopped. He didn't know what to say. He was obsessed with her. She was his. Not just his little sister anymore, but also his lover. His extremely passionate lover. He slowed the rhythm of his fingers slightly and was gentler with his next phrase. "If any man ever makes you cum like that, you will remember me. You will be thinking of me." He smiled softly at her and her blue eyes sparkled back at him. 

"Yes, I will," she promised. "Oh god, Sam, I love you."

"I love you, too, Jenny. More than you will ever know." He slowed his fingers even more and was making love to her more sensually now, than passionately. He moved up along her body showering light kisses along her thighs and her stomach. He took her belly button piercing in his teeth and tugged slightly. Jenny giggled. He continued up the sides of her body to the soft swells of her breasts. He kissed and licked each one gently before moving closer to her face. He kissed between her breasts and along her collarbone before lightly nipping her neck. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He kissed her ears and ran his tongue around the delicate shells. He was nearly lying on top of her, with his hand still caressing her mound, kissing her forehead and then her eyes, nose and finally her lips. She had the softest lips he'd ever tasted. "My beautiful little sister," he breathed before his tongue barely parted her lips, allowing his tongue to flick hers. 

He was making love to her mouth. Jenny had never felt more emotion pouring through her body, than she did at this point in time. She felt desire and unconditional love. She felt passion and arousal. She felt beautiful. She felt sadness and regret that so much time had passed in their lives without knowing this kind of bliss. She never wanted these feelings to end. She was pretty sure that Sam felt the same. Their relationship would never be the same again. But the bond they had had growing up, him always watching over her, protecting her, would only strengthen now. She was certain of that.

* * * * *

She awoke a short time later to find him watching her. "Did I fall asleep?" she asked incredulously. He nodded. She was mortified. She had never in her all of her adult life, fallen asleep after a sexual encounter. Perhaps she had never been made love to so purely before that it drifted her above the clouds. No, she knew that had never happened. Because she'd never found a man who could love her and still worship her body as Sam had done. "I'm sor..." he cut her off with his fingers over her lips and shushed her.

"We will never be sorry again," he promised her. "Society may think that our love is wrong, but I never will again. I hope that you don't either." She shook her head. He kissed her lightly and her tongue flicked to touch his. He growled and took her lips savagely.

He broke off and growled again as he flipped her over. "I am however going to punish you for falling asleep on me." Jenny looked over her shoulder at him and raised one eyebrow as if to say,  'Oh yeah?' 

He caressed her buttocks lightly and leaned down to lick her anus. Jenny nearly leapt off the bed. "No, Sam. Wait." He stopped and realized she had probably never had anal sex before. It was a new sensation for her and she was afraid.

"Jenny. My sweet, Jenny. I will never hurt you," he said as he lightly touched the curves of her soft behind. 

"It's not that, Sam." He suddenly realized she wasn't afraid; she was amused. "There's lube in the top drawer of my night stand," she giggled. "Why don't you go and get it?"

Jenny watched her older brother walk out of the room. He had an amazingly sculpted body. His legs were powerful and strong, right up to that tight ass of his. His back was broad and the muscles in his arms were prominent, but not overwhelming. He was beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. Jenny felt a tug at her heart and a flutter in her stomach. She would be delighted to make love to her brother, many times over, but she should do well to guard her heart and not fall in love with him. 

He came back into the room, grinning. "Lookie what else I found." In his right hand was the lube she had sent him for, but in his left hand he held silk ribbons. Jenny gasped. She was so certain she had left her bondage silks at home in Baltimore! And then she took a closer look at them. They were the sashes from her robe and one of her baby doll nighties.  That's what took him so long! 

Jenny was still prone on her stomach as she let her brother tie one silken cord around her right wrist and then to his bedpost. She let him repeat with the other wrist.  My God! He knows exactly what I want!  She disliked true bondage and he had tied her in a manner that with an easy twist of the wrist, she would be free if she wanted to be. 

Sam returned to the end of the bed with the lube still in his hand. He didn't want to truly bind his sister, but just make her writhe with pleasure for a while. He looked at her luscious body and his breath left him in a fell swoop. She was incredibly gorgeous. Her long, slim legs were tanned slightly and ran straight into her lush bottom. Her long auburn hair was splayed around his pillows with her head turned towards the window. Her spine was straight and strong. He gazed at her for just a few moments.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"I am just admiring the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on," he answered her solemnly. Her entire body flushed.




The Cabin



Sam kneeled down on the bed and began to caress her, giving her a full body massage, starting with her shoulders. She moaned in appreciation. He moved down her back and to her hips, ignoring her buttocks and massaged her legs. He lightly tickled her feet until they twitched. "No Feet!" she sternly told him. Oh, how he had loved to torment her when they had been kids. He loved to tickle her feet until she was screaming at him in anger. 

Right now, he didn't want to torment her. He did, but not to anger. He wanted to tease and torment her to ecstasy. Although his cock was as stiff as he'd ever experienced, he wanted to make love to this woman, not ravaged her. And he did. 

He caressed her bottom slowly, with his fingertips. Jenny moaned into the pillow. He knelt closer to her and could smell her sweet, musky scent. He licked her anus and she tried to rise on her knees slightly. "No, relax, sweet sister," he said as he gently eased her legs back to the bed. He massaged her bottom as he licked and then applied a generous amount of lube to her asshole before inserting first one finger and then two. She was so tight and felt so good. His cock throbbed harder wanting to feel that tightness. He lifted her hips only slightly and told her to put a pillow right under her stomach. She did so and it raised her pussy off of the bed so that he could lick it while his fingers played with her ass, sliding in and out, slowly but firmly. She was so wet for him already. He tried to resist the ache of his cock wanting to plunge into her and soon he could stand it no longer.

"Jenny?" She moaned as he started to increase his rhythm on her asshole with his fingers. "My sweet, darling baby sister?"

"Yes, my love?" she purred. "My wonderful brother?"

"I so want to make love to you. I want to thrust my cock deep into you and make you cum until you scream." She moaned again loudly as he spoke such naughty words. "May I make love to you, my dear sister? Are you protected?"

She was on the pill and had been for many years, but the way he asked her filled her heart with so much love for him, she felt tears pricking at her eyes. He was asking her permission to flood her body with his seed. No man had ever cared about her needs. Not like this. Not like Sam. Her brother did indeed love her more than she imagined. She nodded her head and he entered her swiftly.

Jenny gasped as he filled her completely. He pumped in and out of her slowly at first, then with increasing speed. His ministrations on her anus had ceased as he placed both of her hands on her hips to raise her higher for him. Jenny looked out the window and could see the rain starting for form droplets on the window. 

The tension built higher as he increased his speed and Jenny could feel her own climax building. He was going to cum inside of her and she would squeeze every seed out of him with her vaginal walls. His balls were slapping against her and he thrust harder and deeper. A slight roll of thunder was heard outside the walls of their heaven.

Jenny felt him growing even thicker within her. He was stretching and expanding her. He thrust very hard once...twice, and the third time he let out a roar as the wave of her own climax flooded his cock with her slick juices. The power of her orgasm threatened to push him out, but just as he predicted, he'd driven deeper into her and squirted his own hot cum deep into her womb. Lightening flashed brilliantly and thunder cracked simultaneously. Yes, it was a powerful storm they had created together.

*

 When I first started this story, I had intended it to be one chapter only, however as the story grew and Jenny and Sam developed their love, I knew there would be more stories about them... and there will be. Please vote for this story and send me your comments. Feedback is always greatly appreciated. 



The Cabin



The windows on the car were covered with droplets of water. The large snowflakes were melting the moment they touched the car. The heat was on in the car and had been on high for quite some time. Alicia and Danny sat quietly as Danny navigated his way down the road. The snow was coming down heavy and it was difficult to see the road ahead.

"Drive carefully sweetie." Alicia knew she was sounding like a nag, but she was worried for their safety. It had been a romantic idea when they left the city, but now it was becoming more and more dangerous.

Danny looked over at his beautiful girlfriend and grinned. "Yes, dear. Will you nag me like this when we're married?"

Alicia giggled. He was right. There was nothing to worry about. Both of them were relieved when they pulled into the laneway of the cabin.

Danny had called ahead and arranged everything. Joseph, the older gentleman who lived in the house down the road, had come and plowed the laneway. Danny owed him big time. Danny shut off the car and turned to face Alicia. Her raven hair was curling around her face and the white knitted hat was a sharp contrast.

"You look absolutely stunning baby. I told you we'd get here safely."

Danny brushed a thick curl from her face and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. Alicia moaned softly. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan, but it didn't work.

"You're so cute. You know that, right?" Danny got out of the car and grabbed their bags. He walked around the car, trying not to slip in the snow. He opened the car door and held out his hand. "My lady." Alicia giggled. The couple made their way to the front door and quickly entered the cabin.

The cabin was Danny's parents, but he knew he was allowed to use it whenever he wanted. He would eventually inherit it. He had fond memories of spending his summers at the cabin. He spent his days at the water and spent his evenings either reading mystery novels or playing board games with his parents. This is where he had kissed Alicia for the first time. It had been a place full of firsts for them. When Alicia asked him to go up to the cabin for the weekend, he knew she was ready for their next first.

The cabin had three rooms. The main room was covered in oak walls and worn oak floors. The kitchen, living room, and dining room were sectioned off by furniture and there were two doors along one side. One door was the washroom and the other was his parent's bedroom. In the summer months, Danny either slept in the tent outside or in the sunroom if it was cold or rainy. Whenever Alicia slept over, she had the pull out bed in the sunroom and Danny had no option, but to stay in the tent.

"I love you." Alicia spoke those words softly. She was anxious and nervous and her palms were sweaty. She thought this would have been easier, less nerve wracking. She was giving him her virginity and it scared her to death.

Danny sensed her nervousness. He was nervous as well, but was trying to be strong for both of them. He took three steps towards her and held her face in his hands.

"I love you way too much. Please don't be nervous. We can just hang out. I'll sleep in the sunroom and you can have my parents' bed." Danny's sentence was cut off by Alicia's forceful kiss. She kissed him so hard that he was knocked back and he had to hold her for balance. Alicia pulled herself up his body and wrapped her legs around his hips. She was still scared, but it felt right.

Danny held her up and stumbled to the bedroom. He felt her tongue in his mouth and loved it when she licked the roof of his mouth. He sat down on the double bed and brushed her hair from her face.

"I don't know if I can go slow. Just you kissing me is driving me crazy. I want this to be special for you." Danny was trying to calm his erection. It was pressing against his jeans and he knew the moment she touched it, he would explode.

"Stop worrying. Please. You're going to make me nervous." Alicia was undoing her blouse as she spoke. Danny sat there and watched. He wanted to reach out and help her, but he was fixated on her small hands undoing each button. She removed her blouse and then undid her bra. Her bra was purple with a bit of lace. Danny subconsciously licked his lips when he saw her breasts. They were average size with small pink nipples.

"Are you O.K.?"

Danny had been holding his breath the whole time. He took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm trying not to cum in my pants."

"Really? So if I did this you would cum?" Alicia giggled and unzipped his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and squealed when she felt hot liquid squirt on her hand. Danny had indeed cum and was now very red in the face.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"It's O.K. I'm serious." Alicia realized how angry Danny was and leaned over to kiss him softly. "That means you'll last longer when you're inside me right?"

Danny grinned. Alicia could be quite the minx when she wanted to and right now she was wiggling out of her jeans and panties while pushing him onto his back. Once she was naked, she started undressing him.

"We can get better later. Right now I just want you inside me."

Danny moaned. Alicia was so eager and hyper and, strangely, was the one thinking clearly at the moment. He watched as she sat on his hips and held his cock. She guided it against her pussy. Danny gasped. Her hot pussy felt so good on the tip of his cock. He wanted to push her down, but knew this was going to hurt her.

"We need to go slow otherwise it will hurt."

Alicia nodded and pushed down slowly. She was so aroused and so nervous all at the same time. She felt her pussy stretch and when she looked down, she loved what she saw. Her pussy lips were stretched around her boyfriend's cock. She kept pushing and suddenly felt a burning sensation. She tensed up.

"We can stop." Danny watched as Alicia tried to breath through the pain. Danny had no idea what to do so he just lay still.

"I'm fine." Alicia lifted up and pushed down, watching as more of Danny's cock slide inside her. She did it again and when she couldn't push anymore, she began to wiggle back and forth.

"Alicia. I'm going to cum. Slow down. Please." Danny was ready to explode. Alicia's ministrations were making him lose control.

"No. I'm close." Alicia was grinding against Danny's cock exactly the way she needed to cum. Without warning, Alicia pushed against Danny and cried out. She wiggled her hips back and forth. Danny's eyes went wide.

"Did you just cum?"

Alicia nodded. She was breathing so hard and fast. "Can I cum?" Danny gritted his teeth. He was on the edge, but wanted to make his girlfriend feel better.

Alicia nodded again and Danny took this as permission to continue. He grabbed her hips and started bouncing her up and down on his cock. Suddenly, he came. He closed his eyes and whimpered. Alicia collapsed on top of him. They both closed their eyes, the snow still falling outside.



The Cabin



It seemed like she had been driving all day, the afternoon sun's rays long since softened into evening. Hours and hours it had felt like, listening to the quiet hum of her tires against the pavement. Nervously she licked her lips as she glanced down at the single sheet of white paper resting against the center console. One single line of text sat in the exact center.

"Meet me in the mountains. You know the place." 

She did know the place. It was her family's old hunting cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It had been empty for a long time, of people anyway. The old metal bunks still stood, the haphazard and mismatched living room set still sat arranged as it had been years ago, the strong wooden beams still held the roof sturdy after all this time. It was a picturesque little cabin, made for generations of hunters, but it was sparse on the inside, giving just enough comfort for a night before heading out into the snow at dawn. The fireplace in the common area was enormous, its massive chimney gracing the side of the cabin, probably the oldest part of the cabin left. There was no heating, barely any electricity, and best of all; she thought sarcastically, there was no running water inside the cabin.

So why meet there, she wondered. There were so many other places in the area, so many more comfortable and inviting places to spend a weekend together. She shivered a little to think about what had driven him to think of the old cabin, what he could have planned that a decent hotel room couldn't accomplish.

It was nearly dusk as she bounced her Jeep down the deeply rutted and washed out mountain path. Peering down she could barely see the cabin in the soft purple light. Why were there no lights shining through the windows? Had the electricity gone out, she thought, barely letting herself feel the tiny spurt of hope that there were more comfortable digs in the future? She crossed her fingers and prayed that she would find another note, this one directing her to a cozy inn just up the road. At least that would explain the empty parking lot in front of the cabin.

She parked on the gravel, letting the engine idle for a moment as she sat, staring at the dark cabin. It had always looked quaint and quiet before to her, no matter the hour of day. Today it felt faintly ominous, the nervous energy practically crackling in the open space between her tightly closed door and the front of the cabin. Was she projecting? Was she just nervous and excited at the new location? She bit her lip and ran her hands up and down her arms a few times before gripping the handle of the door. Throwing the door wide she hopped down from the driver's seat, the rubber soles of her flats hitting the stones. Goosebumps ran up her bare legs as she smoothed down the light blue denim skirt that had ridden up slightly from the long drive and her near constant fidgeting. In a moment of relief, she was glad she'd remembered to wear long sleeves. The mountain air was so much cooler near the top, even in the middle of August. The v-necked green thermal top she wore was snug and warm against her skin and showed just enough cleavage to be alluring.

Brushing her shoulder length reddish brown curls out of her face, she took a step towards the big wooden door. Again she hesitated for a moment. She had an idea of what was in store for her, which was the reason she had brought no luggage. She had one extra pair of clothes, a plain white t-shirt and worn blue jeans tucked in the storage compartment in the back of the Jeep for emergencies. She knew she'd most likely be spending the weekend in various stages of undress, wearing only what he put on her, if he decided to cover her at all. The though made her shiver in anticipation. What did he have thought up for her this time?

The "he" in question was her Master, her Dom, her Top, choose whatever word you wish. The enigma that he was, he'd captured her mind, her body, and she barely knew anything about him. What she did know was the way that with simply a word or a touch, he could own her completely. She felt low things in her body tighten at the memory of his deep voice, his body against hers, and his big fingers firm on her delicate pale skin; so easily bruised. She shuddered, her eyes closing as she remembered the feel of his hands raining down on her tender skin, leaving her shaking with passion, her full, round ass stinging and hot pink from his touch.

He always had this effect on her, and even just the memories of him at that. Heart racing, she walked down the little path to the big door with its weather-beaten, chipped blue paint and rusty knob. Fingers tentative on the handle, she turned it to the left, easing the bolt back as she pushed the door slowly inwards. Her eyes searched the dark as she stepped across the old wooden floor; she listened to her footsteps creak lightly as she strained to see in the faint light from the open doorway. Her brows came together; puzzled. It really looked like no one was here, but if he had wanted her somewhere else; he would have left a note in plain sight. Wouldn't he? 

As the thought crossed her mind it was suddenly dark in the cabin, her breath catching in her throat as the door slammed shut, a scream building as she started to turn towards the now very solid doorway. 

Rough hands gripped her wrists, yanking them behind her back, wide shoulders stopping her in mid-turn as a hand came up to clap over her mouth tight and hard. The sudden stop in movement made her lose her balance and she pitched forward. A knee pushed roughly between her legs, a foot shooting out to kick her legs apart; widening her stance and balancing her out. Her breath was ragged as she desperately tried to pull air through her nose into her lungs. She stilled as she felt hot breath on her neck, lips brushing her ear. 

He spoke low against her skin, his voice sending a thrill of fear and excitement down her spine. "Good evening my little one. First things first, you will not speak until I give you permission. You may scream," he said with a deep chuckle, "but as I'm sure you know, you could scream all you wish and no one would ever hear you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, the tone of his voice, the command in it, the wicked smile she could hear in it causing her to spasm, her body beginning to thrum with lust, a tiny exhilarating edge of fear running under the need. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips teasing across her neck as she felt his fingers leave her wrists. She knew better than to move them and soon enough he was tightly binding them with rough loops of sturdy rope. With her arms immobile and his hands now free, they began to roam her body roughly, claiming her wherever he touched. His hands cupped her breasts tight through her clothing, her nipples already hard and aching through her bra as he pinched tightly, bringing her breath in ragged pants. His fingertips slid up her chest, gliding over her collarbone. Her breath picked up as his hand slid around her throat, his teeth nipping hard at her ear as he squeezed forcefully until her vision began to go fuzzy. 

When his hand left her throat she was trembling, the imprint of his fingers still dark against her pale skin. His hands moved down her arms, fingers digging into her skin through her sleeves as they moved. His fingers almost seemed to be moving downwards, towards the hem of her skirt before they smoothed back up her sides, leaving her to whimper. His fingertips found the low neck of her shirt, brushing against the mounds of her breasts, his lips and teeth rasping against the side of her neck as he pressed his body hard against hers. He gripped the fabric tight, pulling hard as he tore her shirt down to her waist, jerking her body with the violent movement. She gasped as his hands dove under her bra, squeezing her full breast tightly; his nails digging into her skin as she bowed her body helplessly against him, a ragged moan bursting from her mouth. His other hand cupped her throbbing pussy through her skirt, the hand on her breast sliding to her shoulder. He pushed her upper body over, making her bend sharply at the waist. He kept her standing with his hands on her waist until she was somewhat steady. Then they began to slide down her hips until his fingers reached the hem of her denim skirt, tugging it roughly up over her hips.

He groaned appreciatively at the sight of her luscious round ass exposed for him, the tight green and white polka-dotted boy-short panties hugging her plump little pussy nicely. He brought one hand down sharply against her skin, her body jerking against him. His fingers slid over her skin, feeling the heat from his slap on the surface of all that softness before slipping down between her thighs. He could feel her, soaked through her panties, her breath catching as his fingertips slid achingly light over her.

"Such a naughty girl," he said with a low chuckle. "You've been expecting me, I see." His hands reached around, gripping her hips firmly as he pressed his lower body against hers. She cried out, high and quick as he brushed his hardness against her, her body reacting before she could think, her body arching, grinding against him as much as was possible in her position. He set his fingers hard into her skin, holding her still as he thrust once against her roughly, their clothes the only thing stopping him from sinking his cock into her tight pussy. He stroked himself against her from behind, feeling the struggle in her not to move her body with his. "So eager, so ready to be fucked." He said, bringing one hand down on her bottom again, her panties keeping her from feeling the sharp sting. He slipped his fingers under the band of the little panties, pulling them slowly down to her knees. "Have you missed me, little one? Have you been aching for me all these weeks? Did you touch your bad little pussy thinking of your Master? Did you scream my name when no one could hear? Did you fuck all those boys wishing it was your Master?" 

He taunted her, his words causing her to drip for him as his fingers slid over her ass, teasing her as his voice teased her. She wanted to beg him to fuck her, wanted to beg for him to take her the way no one else could, wanted to beg him to make her come with the roughness of his hands, the slap of his body against hers. She ached to do it, her teeth clenched together, as if to hold the words inside. Through the chaos of her thoughts she heard the sound of his belt coming undone. Her legs threatened to go out beneath her as she trembled before him, her body spasming with the sound of the leather sliding through each belt loop. He made just the sound of him taking off his belt a tease, knowing the tension and that edge of fear he knew was building inside her when she realized what was coming. As the end of the belt cleared the last belt loop, he folded it in half, making a nice strap. She jumped as it slapped against his palm, knowing where its next target would be. She was in the act of bracing herself against the blow as it suddenly struck. She yelped, biting her lip to hold back the moan trying to ease through her lips. She could almost feel the motion of him rearing back again and she braced, a shriek of pain and pleasure bursting from her throat as he struck again in the exact same spot. He brought the strap down again and again; hard and harder, fast and faster as the noises she could no longer hold escalated to ragged screams mixed with the most gorgeous of moans. 

When her ass was a perfect, bright screaming red, he tossed the belt to the floor, reaching down quickly to grab a handful of her hair, yanking her upright again. The feel of her skin in the air from her torn shirt to her skirt bunched around her waist, brushing against the wicked sting and unbearable heat of her ass, down to her panties still at her knees was enough to make her cry out. She had always craved this savageness from him, ached for it. Knowing that she was his to use, his to reward, his to punish, drove her mind to such a powerful, passionate euphoria. He used her hair like a handle, turning her face sharply to the side. His lips crushed against hers, bruising her tender, pouting lips. She groaned hard as they kissed, he ate the urgent noises escaping from her lips as he fed roughly at her mouth, his hand still fisted tight against her scalp.

When he drew her face away from his, her breath was coming in gasps, her lips red and full from the force of his kisses. With his hand still in her hair he pushed her viciously to her knees. He stepped around her trembling form to stand in front of her. He looked down at her, looking lovely and disheveled, full lips quivering as she raised her eyes to his face. Looking up at him, she could see his face for the first time in weeks, what felt like months and months. His eyes were fierce, blazing with the knowledge of his possession over her, burning out of his handsome angular features. The look on his face stopped her breath, her heart, bringing a tiny whimper to her lips. She gazed up his body, his strong chest impossibly wide in the tightly fitted grey business shirt, the sleeves rolled up over his finely muscled forearms. She knew the power in those arms, those arms that had held her tight as she struggled against the pleasures he gave her, the pleasure he took from her so well. 

She was lost in the wonder of his body, distracted by a thousand memories of hands and arms, but then his hands moved, drawing her eyes to his fingers on the waistband of his dress slacks, slipping the button from its hole. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she watched him, his body already thick and hard pressed against the front of his slacks. His eyes were on her face as he slid the zipper down, achingly slow. She whimpered again, this time in frustration.

Again came that dark chuckle, the sound of it touching places deep inside of her, nearly making her writhe on her knees in front of him. "I know what you want, you dirty little girl." 

She shivered, her wrists straining against the tight ropes. How she wanted to plead for it. How badly she wanted to touch him! She watched with hungry, eager eyes as he freed himself from the slacks, the incredible hardness of him level with her face. He stepped forward, teasing her lips and face with the slick head of his cock before pulling back to just hover in front of her lips. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, swallowed the scream of frustration. "How badly do you want to taste my hard cock, little girl? How much have you craved my come? I know how badly you want to wrap your lips around this." He teased softly as his hand stroked the length of him slowly, her eyes beseeching him, begging him without words. "Say it, tell your Master what you want." his stern voice commanded her.

She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. "P-please..." her voice came strangled with her lust, with her consuming need.

"Please, what, my little slut?" He asked, his finger stroking down her cheek to slip between her lips. She stroked his fingertip with her tongue as he slid it out before gripping her chin in the cradle of his fingers. "Please, what?"

"Please, Sir...please let your little slut suck your cock. Please, please, please Sir, please..." she said the last in a broken whisper as she hung her head. His fingers found the back of her hair again; winding, tangling into her dark curls.

"Open for me," he ordered. Without a second thought her lips parted, wet and swollen lips open wide and inviting. He groaned, gripping her hair tighter and slid his cock hard and deep, pushing brutally into her throat before pulling out quickly, leaving her sputtering and gasping for air. He looked down into her deep, honey brown eyes, watching her lips quiver; so full and soft as he slid the round head of his cock between them once more. "Suck me good, you little cock-whore."

She moaned low at his words, her body rocking forward on her knees to wrap her lips around him. She flicked her tongue against the velvet hardness of his cock, lapping against the thick shaft as she slid his cock deeper into her wet mouth, sucking firmly as she swallowed inch by inch. She kept her eyes on his face, knowing how he loved looking down into her eyes, watching her face as she bobbed up and down on his length, watching his hard cock slick with her saliva, slipping between her pink lips stretched around him.

With her eyes locked on his, she slid once more down the length of him, no hesitating this time, not stopping to move back for a breath. She slowly pushed her way down his cock, loving his deep groan, the tightening of his fingers in her curls as the head of his cock slid into her tight throat. She held him deep, her lips pressed against the front of his body, working the muscles of her throat against him. She held still until stars shot across her vision, her lungs screaming for air as she watched his face, triumph and pleasure filling her eyes. She pulled back as quickly as possible, pulling a ragged gasp through her mouth; a hard, high pitched gasp that ended in a deep moan as she exhaled. His cock was decorated with the wetness of her mouth, thick strings of it trailed from his body to her lips. He groaned again and looked down at her, his eyes focusing on her face.

"You are such a nasty little whore, such a good little slut for your Master."

With the last word his hand gripped her hair hard once more and his cock shoved its way harshly into her wet little mouth, fucking her mouth and throat fast and faster, barely giving her a chance to swallow the liquid pooling in her mouth or to catch a breath. He fucked her until she was whimpering around him, quickly and urgently. He shoved his cock inside her throat once more, as deep as it would possibly go, shooting his scalding come down her throat before pulling her roughly off of his cock, staring down at her with her saliva pouring down her chin; her neck and heaving breasts a slick mess.

She looked up at him, her thoughts running wild, her body tight and aching with need, her eyes dark and drowning in her passion and submission. She was his; there was no doubt about it.



The Cabin



I stood out on my veranda looking out over the mountains surrounding me the snow made them so beautiful. I looked below and wondered when he would come again. He was all I could think about. I missed him. His name was Mr. at least that was what I called him. He kept me here, I was comfortable I had everything I would want and to a passerby they would view me as rich. Little did anyone know I stayed here for him.

I hadn't seen Mr. in over a week. There was no telling when I could see him. I'm only his mistress he is obligated only to his wife. He is with me when he can be; our time together is always great. My nipples harden standing out here with this thin robe on. I decide I'd better go take a hot bath and warm myself. I walk inside but I leave the doors open the brisk air is nice. I like the way it makes the house feel. 

I go to the shower and turn on the water I wait for it to get how I like it then I disrobed and stepped inside. The water felt so good on my skin. I closed my eyes and started to imagine it as more than water. I thought back to the last time he touched me, I could feel him on me. I ran my hands down between my thighs. I was slick; I teased my clit lightly with the tip of my index finger. Just barely enough to make my pussy spasm, then quickly I forced two fingers into myself. I held them there as I closed myself around them. I started slowly and went deep. When I had gotten my body used to being invaded I started going faster, my wetness dripping into my fingers. My body thirsts for more.

I imagine you there. I bend forward and thrust my fingers in almost roughly. Like you were taking me from behind, I use my other hand to rub on my clit again. My body starts to jerk and I have to lean against the wall to brace myself. I lift a leg and rest it on the ledge of the tub and go back to rubbing my clit. My nipples are solid by this time; I take my left hand and start to pinch my nipples. I start to remember the last time you had me pinned against the wall. *Your mouth on my nipples, your fingers assaulting my body. I thrust my hips forward trying to get myself closer to you. You snaked your arm around me and pulled my ass forward then you lifted me slightly and there was magic. Your first thrust slammed me hard into the tile from there I wrapped my leg around you and lifted my hips so I could feel you deep.*

I explode on my fingers, and my knees give out. I slump down into the tub and wait as the water calms me down. I sat there a bit longer wondering when you would be here. I come out of the shower and towel myself dry. I walk out into the bedroom and stand before the mirror. I brush my hair. This is where you found me at my mirror. Yet you decide not to be seen yet. You watch as I look at myself in the mirror, you duck off into the shadows and watch as I begin to lotion my body. Your cock hardens as you watch me extend my leg and my hands run up closer to my middle. I turn toward you looking at myself over my shoulder in the mirror and you salivate at my clean shaven womanhood.

Your cock strains against your pants, and if it weren't for the pleasure of watching me unaware you would already be deep inside me. You watch me lay back on the bed; I lay there feeling the breeze sweep over my body. My clit still slightly swollen from my earlier assault was licked by the cold air, just as my nipples came to life again. I do not know why I could not get enough. I start moaning out your name, willing you to come to me. I needed to feel you so badly. I want to taste myself on your beautiful stiff cock. My mouth having gone unfucked for over a week, I was wondering if your wife was worshipping your body like it deserved.

I roll over and put my ass in the air. Fingering myself this way gives you the perfect view of all the sweetest parts of my body. I pull my fingers out of myself and taste them. 

"Mr! oh yes Mr. More, ahhh yes more!" I start to fuck myself faster and harder. Screaming your name louder and louder, I remove my fingers and once again focus on my clit moving my hand away every so often to let the cold air kiss the wetness there, I cannot bare to cum again without you. Suddenly I feel something blocking the breeze. Before I could look I felt the tongue hungrily lapping at my pussy. I turn my head to look in the mirror to glimpse behind myself.

"MR!" I press my chest against the bed bury my face in the sheets and scream.

"YES! Oh god I missed you Mr..... Mmm don't stop. I've needed you so much."

You suck my clit into your mouth; I can feel the pressure of your tongue on my clit. My legs want to go from under me. I hold myself up and as you lick the full length of my pussy I put my fingers back inside me. I pull my fingers out and rub them on your lips. 

"Mmm yes taste me Mr." I pull myself forward away from your mouth. I roll over and lay on my back.

"I want to taste you now." I wiggle my finger at you telling you to come closer.

"Where do you want me punkin?"

"Stay standing where you are" I say to you.

I move over to you and sit on the bed right in front of you. I rise up onto my knees and kiss you passionately. I love the taste of myself on your lips. I feel you grab my ass and I moan against your lips. I lower back down in front of you and take you into my mouth. At first gently I use my tongue to circle you. I lick lightly flicking my tongue on your tip. I kiss the base of your dick, sucking your balls into my mouth. I suck on them briefly before I take your entire cock in my mouth. I wet your cock and then go back to sucking on your balls; I use my fist to pump your cock up and down. It is rock solid in my hand and I am dying to take you as far as I am able.

I slurp your dick back into my mouth and slide my mouth all the way down on you. I feel your cock twitch as it enters my throat. I want badly to just drink you in but, I stay still; knowing how you love the feel of making it all the way down my throat. I also know how you like to hold my head and fuck my throat so I let you. You start slowly and I have to remind myself to breathe through my nose and not to gag on your cock. I want you pleased and I refuse to lessen it in any way. I feel my mouth start to water and your cock is nice and wet in my mouth spit starts to exit the sides of my mouth and run down your balls I can feel them now slapping against my chin. You tell me now that you are going to cum. You fuck my face like it had been years since you felt warmth then suddenly I feel you squirt right down my throat. There isn't a chance for me to waste a drop because you dump your load right into my tummy. When you pull your cock from my mouth you are still hard. I lick my lips and turn back over onto all four, giving you no way of doing anything but sliding inside of me.

You walk forward and position me to where I am right where you need me. Only I am expecting you to stretch me open to take you. Only it isn't my pussy you are interested in fucking. I feel you put your wet cock right at the entrance to my ass. I do not stop you; you can go whatever you'd like. You think twice though about taking me this way, you tell me to lie on my back. I do and you slide your cock into me quickly. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. You lie on top of me and kiss me and do not move so that I can get used to the feel of you inside me. As I stare up into your face my body heats up all over again. I whisper to you quietly but expectantly. 

"I'm ready. "

Without further provocation I feel you begin to move inside of me. I know how you like for me to be active in our love making so I reach between my legs and I start to play with my clit again. I tell you how much I love the feeling of being filled by you. I reposition myself by throwing my leg up onto your shoulder allowing you to go deeper inside of me. I love feeling you buried inside of me no matter what orifice you choose to tunnel into. I stop myself from screaming out in pure lust as you bottom out in my ass. I no longer want slow and sweet. I want rough and passionate. I tell you to grab my hair and fuck me like you mean it. If the words surprised you, it wasn't obvious. You reach up grab my hair and ride my ass like a bronco at the rodeo. I feel your fingers digging deep in my waist. I can feel you start to tense and I know you're going to explode. 

I scream out "STOP"!!!!!! You pause quickly and I slide off of your pole. 

"Jerk it for me Mr." You look at me oddly for 1 second before it dawns on you what I want. I lay down on the bed on my back and watch you stroke yourself. When you start to erupt I am right in the line of fire. You cum hard and shower my breasts and my tummy in your lust juices. Being who you are though you will not allow me to go without an orgasm of my own. You pull me to the edge of the bed and use your fingers to fill both of my holes. Your collective assault on my body makes my pussy start to twitch. I hear you speaking to me. Your voice quietly coaxing me to cum for you. As my pussy leaks it's slippery juices I feel you blow between my legs. A small shiver ran through me. I feel my climax on the horizon and I start to graciously ride your fingers. I feel you pull your fingers out of my ass and replace it with your thumb. The sensation made me all but leap off of the bed. Noticing how much I liked it you continue to pull your thumb all the way out and thrust it back in. It was upon your thumbs final reinsertion that I came. I cum so hard my body locks and I squirt my juices all into your hands, they are now soaked in evidence of my passion.



The Cabin



Joseph Rodney Harrison was a career Navy man. He loved his job and commission. He was a Commander and had close to 26 years in the service. He figured that in 4 more years he would make captain and retire with 75% of his income. His wife Jessica was the love of his life and with her they spawned 2 lovely identical twin daughters, Jackie and Joanie. 

Rod, as his friends called him, adored his family and when he was home, there was little time for anything else besides making love to his lovely wife. He cherished her body and worshiped the ground she walked upon. She in turn was the perfect wife. Very attentive to social functions and was a perfect mother to the twins. In the bedroom, Rod had nothing to want for, her body always excited him. They often spent hours making love and playing in the bedroom. Jess loved his cock and made sure that he was always satisfied. Probably from the old saying "A girl in every port" is what kept her libido up and Rod perfectly satisfied. 

Jess was no prude in the bedroom, and she showed him tricks that made sure he would never look anywhere else. No subject was taboo to her and she loved to have his cock in every hole. Jessica enjoyed making love to her husband and was one of the few women he knew that could deep throat him. She often chortled that because of this feat it was the reason he married her. You see, Rod was aptly named; he had a 9" cock.

Rod and Jess had bought some property in a remote area in Colorado where they were planning for their retirement. They figured in 4 years the girls would be 18 and go away to college and then the two of them could finalize his retirement in the "cabin" as they called it. 

The cabin was a beautiful log home nestled in the middle of their 500 acres located near San Isabel, Colorado. Not to far from civilization that they would never see anyone, but their road was private and gated so when they went there when he was on leave, they were very much alone. Nothing but the wild life entered their property.

Rod had his life planned out and everything was going his way. That all changed on that fateful Saturday when Jess went to the local meat market to pick up some dinner for herself and the girls. Jess usually shopped on base, but she really wanted some steaks from that market that would butcher their own beef and she just loved the steaks they had. She had just stepped out of her car and saw a group of kids that were walking in her direction when a car drove by with a kid hanging out of the window with an automatic weapon. They opened fire and killed two of the kids and Jess.

Rod heard the news a day later as he was on deployment and involved in top-secret maneuvers. It took a couple of days and a lot of lost sleep but he arrived home to find his daughters with red eyes from crying. His brother had flown in and stayed with the girls till Rod showed up. Bill gave his condolences and left him with his daughters. The next few days were pretty much of a blur for the family and Rod knew that his life was going to change drastically. 

Rod resigned his commission and took an early retirement. He moved with the girls up to the cabin and decided to start over. He spent the next year trying to forget about Jess, but every time he looked at his daughters they reminded him of her. Their long blonde hair, and developing bodies reminded him every day how beautiful Jessica was. Rod tried to busy himself with work on the cabin and property to overcome his grief but it did little to sway the feelings he held for Jess. 

Rod turned to his computer and started to look over the pictures and movies he had of his former life and then he found the pictures he had taken of him and Jess in their more intimate moments. They had made many movies burning most of them to disc. He had almost forgotten that he had them because they were in safe tucked away in one of their many boxes.

He opened the first movie and instantly remembered the night they made the movie. The bad sailor in front of the captain's mast. Jess was the naughty sailor caught masturbating in the commanders' quarters and Rod was the one conducting the proceedings. How seductive Jess looked in her tight uniform that didn't really cover anything. Her big breasts were barely covered and her areolas were just visible above the vee in her jersey. The short shorts she wore showed clearly the camel toe she was hiding under them. What a naughty tart she was before the judge. 

Rod watched the movie and was immediately aware of the huge erection he was sporting. He needed relief. His hand went to the throbbing member and he took it out of his pants and began pounding out his memory of that moment. He quickly came all over his hand and even squirted some on his computer and screen. Realizing he might not be alone he looked around and saw no one and quickly cleaned up the mess in front of him and flushed at himself as he realized what he just did.

Rod wasn't a prude, but he did think that as he was caught up in the moment, and that because his door was open, anyone could have walked in on him or seen what was happening, especially his daughters. The thought did embarrass him a bit. 

He was surprised that there were so many movies and pics in the safe. Jess must have recorded all their sessions. Rod smiled to himself, this was going to take awhile to view all these movies and relive his past. The one movie that surprised him was of Jessica and her favorite toy. She had made a cast of Rod cock and had a latex replica of it that she often used when he was at sea. Rod enjoyed watching her swallow the entire fake phallus as she obviously posed for the camera. What ever happened to that thing he wondered? With all the commotion of her death and the move it must be packed away in some box somewhere. Rod made a mental note to himself to find it and put it safely away so the twins wouldn't accidentally find it. 

Rod whiled away many hours and days watching the movies and masturbating to the many escapades and antics his wife performed especially the ones where he was deployed and she played by herself. He also made sure that he was alone in the house, as he didn't think it would be to cool for his kids to catch him in compromising situations. He would watch them for hours on end. How he loved his wife. 

The day had finally come, the twins were having their 18th birthday and they were giddy with excitement. Rod had mused on how the time had flown by. It seemed like only yesterday that they moved to the cabin and the girls and him had started a new life. The twins seemed very different today and Rod was curious as to what they may be up to. When he queried as to their intentions all he got in reply was "don't worry dad", or "nothing".

Jackie, being the older by a matter of minutes, was the more aggressive of the two and she was pulling her sister to the side and whispering in her ear at which the two girls would giggle and squeal only adding to the curiosity of their father who continued to look at them with confused looks. This only seemed to get the girls giggling more. The day wore on and Rod went all out to prepare a wonderful dinner for his daughters and they were very appreciative. After dinner the girls excused themselves for a few minutes to go their room and change into some lounging clothes they said and then the three of them sat down in the den and had some brandy. Rod wasn't into contributing to minors, but he felt that this was a special occasion and he knew the girls weren't going out tonight so a few glasses certainly wouldn't do any harm.

It was after the second glass of brandy was drunk and a third was poured for everyone that Jackie and Joanie looked at each other and nodded. Jackie got up and walked over to her dad and with Joanie in tow they stood there and broke the confusion in Rod's head.

"Dad, we know it's our birthday, but we want to give you a present."

They looked at each other, giggled once more and opened their robes to reveal two magnificent naked bodies, toned and tanned, stunning in their beauty and perfection. Rod was dumbfounded and knew he shouldn't look but he could not turn his head away. The twins dropped their robes and moved toward their dad who was powerless to move and let them descend upon his already reacting body. The girls moved his legs apart and each one landed on a knee.

Jackie moved closer to her dad and pushed her breast into his face, which he instinctively drew into his mouth to savor the small rubbery nub of a nipple. Joanie moved her hand up her father's thigh and into his crotch to feel the hardening member under his pants. Her ministrations prompted his cock to jump up and tent his trousers. She undid his zipper and pulled down his pants freeing the stiff erection to her delight and amazement. She had practiced with the replica but to see the real thing started her juiced flowing. Joanie slid off her dad's knee and moved to the floor between his legs. She kissed his cock from his balls to the tip and slid her tongue slowly up and down making his member wet and throb with anticipation. 

Joanie slid her mouth to the tip of his cock and slowly descended on it till the entire member was in her mouth. Rod groaned and bit Jackie's tit, which made her flinch a bit, and her tit came free from his mouth. The cool air stiffened her nipple and the roughness of it dragged across Rod's face. He shot his load into his daughter's mouth and she swallowed every drop. Joanie did not stop sucking his cock, instead, she continued until she felt him stir again and make him stand at attention. When it was completely stiff again, she got up and tapped her sister on the shoulder. Jackie got up and straddled the member taking it deeply into her pussy. 

Joanie looked at her and said, "Much better than the plastic one, huh?"

Jackie did not answer, but the look of satisfaction on her face let her sister know that Jackie was in heaven. Rod was unsure of what was happening, but his other head took over and did the thinking for him. He was so caught up in the moment that his eyes were glazed over and he was not even sure of what he was seeing. Jackie rode his cock like a pro and Joanie leaned in and kissed him on the lips. That kiss, one he seemed to know so well, was enough to make him reel and start to buck up against his daughter. Jackie squealed with delight and the lovemaking became more intense, Rod trying to impale his daughter and Jackie grinding her pelvis down into his groin. Rod exploded into Jackie and she had an immediate reaction in her own orgasm. Rod could feel her pussy grab onto his cock and squeeze all the love juice out of him. Rod can never remember any ejaculation that was better than the one he just experienced.

Jackie slid off her father and worked her way down to his penis and picked it up and started to suck it. Rod felt his cock start to stir again and wondered what these two vixens were up to now. Joanie left the room for a minute and returned shortly while her sister had sucked Rod's cock into the stiff member yet again. Joanie saw what Jackie had done and kissed her on the cheek and said, "Ok, I got it from here".

Joanie straddled her fathers lap and Jackie guided the stiff prick into her sisters ass hole which she had lubed when she left the room. Joanie slid slowly down wincing a bit at the size and stiffness, but proceeding until his entire cock was in her ass. She rested for a few minutes feeling the hard cock throb in her bowels and when she got used to it being there, she started to gently ride it up and down. Rod felt his cock slide in his daughter's ass and it felt wonderfully tight. He was enjoying the firmness of her thighs as they gripped his own and he started to work his own hips to ram his cock into her. Jackie stood up and moved close to her dad. Once again, he took one of her lovely tits into his mouth and she moaned.

"Thanks dad, we have wanted this for a long time but we were quite unsure how you would deal with it."

Rod looked up at Jackie and she smiled at him and then bent down to kiss him. Joanie continued to ride his cock gently up and down knowing that this was going to take awhile as he had already had two orgasms men did not recover very well. His cock was hard and felt good to her and she just decided to enjoy the ride as long as she could. She could also feel her own orgasm building. She loved anal orgasms because they were more intense for her than the ones she got from her pussy. She wanted to last for her dad because she desperately wanted to feel his hot cum enter her bowels so she continued to ride slow and easy. 

Rod was very much enjoying the ass fuck from his youngest daughter and began to wonder how it was that these two wanton ladies had so much experience. Joanie felt her orgasm coming and started to ride the beast inside her more intently. Rod felt his cock begin to swell and knew that he was going to cum soon. He started to pump his little girl and then his balls started to boil and his cum was rising from his tired and overused nuts into the rectum of his daughter. Joanie felt the first squirt of his ejaculation and her own orgasm hit so hard she passed out. She slumped forward onto her dad who continued to jack his cock into her ass until he was spent.

Rod's cock slipped out of Joanie with an audible pop and Jackie went to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Joanie stirred and Rod hugged her tightly. 

"That was amazing honey, where did you girls learn to do these things?"

"We've been practicing for years dad."

"Practicing?"

"Just after mom died and we moved here, we found her dildo, then we saw you watching those movies and pics so when you were out we watched them and learned how to do all those things mom did for you."

Jackie returned with the washcloth and washed her dad off. "It was hard at first to take that thing, but we just kept at it till we could take it in every hole all the way down."

Rod had wondered what had happened to that thing, now he knew. He smiled to himself. 

"We just wanted to help you out, cause we know how much you miss mom."

"We also thought that our 18th birthday was the perfect time to show you what we learned. Did you enjoy your present?"

Rod's head was reeling, on the one hand he had just committed incest with both of his daughters, but on the other hand he had never been so satisfied in his life. He wanted to run away but he wanted to be with these two lovely ladies for the rest of his life. Jackie and Joanie had again resumed their places on his knees and were kissing his cheeks. His hands roamed over their strong bodies gently caressing their buttocks and he knew his decision was already made.

Rod kissed his daughters in turn and said, "Let's get some sleep, you girls wore me out and I need to rest."

"Can we sleep with you?'

Jackie was very hard to say no to especially when she looked at him with those puppy dog eyes.

"C'mon, but just sleep for now, tomorrow is another day."

The girls bounded up and grabbed their dad's arms and drug him up the stairs. They very happily jumped into bed and slept very soundly. They both knew that for sure, tomorrow was another day.



The Cabin



Ellen had just arrived back at the Denver airport after spending almost a week visiting her relatives for Thanksgiving. She retrieved her suitcase from the carousel, and headed out to her car. She was recalling the events of the previous five days; the family, the fun, the food. She strode confidently to her car, looking around every so often. She was still cautious even in her home airport. It was a Sunday afternoon, and not very crowded. She figured that most of the holiday travelers would be coming back that evening, which was why she took the afternoon flight. "Why fight the crowd for a couple more hours of family?" she reasoned. She'd see them all again soon enough.

She spotted her car and thumbed the fob on her keychain. The lights flashed in acknowledgement; almost welcoming her home. She lifted the rear hatch of her SUV and proceeded to struggle with her heavy suitcase to get it into the car. She was a petite woman, only 4' 8" tall and just about 100 lbs, but she worked out regularly and watched every morsel that she put into her mouth. She was divorced and on the market, so she knew that the merchandise needed to look good to attract the right buyer, and since, in her mind, the right buyer was a younger man, not much younger, but younger than her 62 years, she had her work cut out for her. Admittedly, she could pass for a much younger woman, but she wouldn't be far into the dating sequence before the truth was known, and since she never let them touch her until the 90-day mark, she had to look good enough to wait for. And she thought she did.

So did the man in the older van that was approaching her. He'd actually been trolling for victims for his new plan, and spotted Ellen. She looked hot. He had no idea how old she really was, but she was small, the dimensions looked good as he passed her the first time, so he'd targeted his first victim (he figured there would be more).

Ellen was so intent on her suitcase that she barely registered the vehicle stopping behind her. She heard the slider open up but by the time she was able to set the case down and turn her head, the duct tape was already over her mouth and an arm around her neck was pulling her backwards. Mitch was confident that, between his van and the open hatch, security cameras could not see what was happening. He grabbed the startled woman and yanked her backwards into the van. He knew he had to work quickly. He rolled her face down and mounted her, straddling her buttocks. He pulled her hands behind her and put on the cuffs, padded ones he bought at a sex store. They had a longer than usual connecting chain so has not to cause too much strain on the shoulders. He then rolled her over, still straddling her and got her jeans undone. He yanked them down below her crotch, turned her over again and left them in a bunch around her ankles so that she couldn't get out or run. He then shoved her against the opposite wall of the van, grabbed her suitcase (easily because he was a loading dock/warehouse worker, used to lifting heavy objects), closed her SUV and locked it with the fob. He shut the door, jumped back into the driver's seat and drove, casually, out of the parking structure. Since he'd only been there a short time, he handed the ticket to the cashier and was waived on through.

Ellen was frantic. When he pulled down her pants, she thought he was going to rape her right then and there, and prayed that the security cameras would catch it and send help. But now, she feared for her life. She knew the statistics of women that have been abducted and taken somewhere rather than raped on the spot. How could she have let this happen? She was cautious; she was alert to her surroundings. One momentary lack of attention had now cost her her life. She began to cry.

Mitch was ecstatic! The plan had been executed flawlessly. He watched his rearview mirror as he left the parking structure and headed for the mountains and his newly refurbished "pleasure cabin", as he described it to himself. He tilted his mirror down to view his bound captive and smiled. He was going to have some pleasure this week!

Ellen lay there trying to formulate a plan. She realized that he'd only pulled her pants down to keep her from being able to get away. With her shoes on she knew she'd be unable to get her pants off all the way on her own, and she sure as hell couldn't get them back up. Besides, she was in a moving vehicle, presumably on the highway, so she couldn't really go anywhere even if she did manage to free herself. She resigned herself to having to wait to see how things unfolded and make herself an opportunity. She took a deep breath and calmed herself; and waited.

Mitch couldn't wait. He needed to at least examine his prize, and maybe assert himself just a bit, so he pulled into a rest stop along the highway. He parked pretty far away from the building, but not really obviously at the furthest spot. He put the van in park, set the parking brake and walked back to play. She was about where he'd left her, on the carpet floor of the van, having bounced around just a bit due to the highway ramps. He squatted down next to her and looked. She was wearing a tank top under her jeans jacket. Her hair was his favorite type; bouncy and fluffy. He grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her against the padded wall, straddling her bare legs and sitting on his heels. First he opened her jacket and slid it over her shoulders and down her arms. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. That was exactly the look he was hoping to see. The "please don't hurt me" look. The one that usually proceeded "I'll do whatever you say". He knew she would do whatever he said, and she'd be happy to, given the alternative. He'd make her situation very clear right away, and she'd be only too happy to do what he told her to, once she had a clear picture in her mind of what he was capable of if he was displeased.

He said to her quietly, "I'm going to take the tape from your mouth. Let's just say if you speak in anything louder than a conversational tone, you will be very sorry, very quickly. Clear?" She nodded. He peeled off the tape slowly. That wasn't how he wanted to hurt her. 

"Thank you," she said, first thing. He was pleased and smiled. 

"Good girl," he said. She began to speak again and he placed his forefinger over her lips. "Me, first, then I'll tell you when to talk, got it?" he said mildly. She nodded again. He lifted her tank top up and over her head, over her shoulders, and pulled it over her arms so that it covered them. A softer restraint. He then reached both hands behind her back and, with his face an inch from hers, undid the clasp of her bra, planting a kiss on her lips as he did. The bra, a strapless one, fell off and lay on her thighs. Looking at her small breasts, he realized that she was older than he had first thought, and was just a bit disappointed. "What the hell", he thought, "she's still in great shape. She'll be just as much fun. More maybe 'cause she'll be more concerned about being injured. This will still work out just fine for a first effort."

He began to fondle her breasts, running the backs of his fingers over her nipples, tracing the areole with his fingers, placing his hand over each one in turn, pressing into them. At one point he took a nipple in each hand, between thumb and forefinger and applied a little pressure. She winced and took a breath, looking up at him with wet eyes. "Now," he began, "you understand your situation. Needless to say, I could just as easily put the tape back on and pinch and twist your nipples to my heart's content, maybe just to hear you groan and cry. Mostly that's not what I'm about. I'm going to explain things to you, once, and leave it up to you as to how things go. I just completed my pleasure cabin in the mountains. It's in the middle of a wooded lot, quite a ways from my neighbors. I have it equipped with certain, um, toys and devices for my sexual pleasure. You are going to be my sex slave for awhile to help me break it in."

"Why me?" was all she said. 

"Because I was trolling for targets in the parking lot, and saw you. Honestly, I figured with your size you would be easier to control for a first time. I don't necessarily have all of my systems down yet, and a larger, stronger woman would have presented too many challenges. And, of course, now that I realize that you're probably older than you look, you're probably even more concerned about injury. Again, my goal is not to hurt you, like no torture, but you will be required to do what you're told, when you're told, and disobedience will be punished. Understand?"

"I understand," she replied. "So, I'm here for sex, is that right? I'm here because you can't get a woman to let you touch her voluntarily, so you kidnapped an old lady to prove how much of a man you are. Yes, I believe I have an accurate picture of my situation now," she said, looking him directly in the eye. 

"Good," he said, "Then I'm just going to check you over a bit and we'll be on our way." He reached down and pulled her panties down and under him, joining her jeans at her ankles. Sitting back he admired her body. "This is going to be fun," he decided. 

He ran his hands along her legs, and placed his thumbs on the insides of her thighs, forcing them apart. She looked away in disgust. He ran his the back of his index finger along her vagina, just grazing her pubic hair, then he jammed his index finger deeply into her vagina, eliciting a gasp from her. He sawed it in and out several times, just for effect and yanked it out. "Having fun?" she asked, sarcastically, but still not looking at him. She was treating it like a medical examination; like he was drawing blood and she wasn't going to watch. 

He stood up, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to the floor, face down. Then he squatted on her legs, and ran his hands on her shapely rump. "Nice ass," he said. No reply. He undid the handcuffs, confident that her shirt would be sufficient restraint, and wrapped her bra around her upper arms and knotted it. Just for added safety. He rolled her on her back and sat on her waist. He looked down at his captive, as she glared, defiantly up at him. He was sorely tempted to take her right then and there, but he had to keep to the plan. He'd have her soon enough, he thought to himself. He said, "you just lay there and consider your options. I want you on your best behavior when we get there." And with that he got up, resumed the driver's seat, and headed out for the cabin.



The Cabin



They had rented the cabin for two weeks every summer for the thirty years of their marriage, so it held many memories, but it was also a place he could be alone, now that she was gone. 

She had passed away nine months ago, and he hadn't taken any time to grieve. He just couldn't with the relatives around. 

So, when Harry called to ask if he wanted it again this year, he mentioned it to the kids. Kevin had started a new job and couldn't get off. Rose was having a difficult pregnancy, leaving only Allison. She being the youngest and a junior in college, would have no interest in spending a week or two in the sticks, without cable TV, or Internet, with her Dad.

But Jake decided to take the time off anyway. He could do some writing, maybe get some closure, and probably finish off a few cases of Bud and some fine Scotch. 

He made the announcement at their weekly Sunday dinner, which wasn't so weekly anymore, with all feeling the effects of Mom's passing. All three were there, with two spouses included and they all seemed to think it was great that he would get up on the lake, away from civilization, back to the place he loved.

All except Allison. She seemed disturbed by it. She was back in her old room for the summer, and after the others left, she helped clean up.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Huh? I figured I'd tell the whole lot of you at once."

"Dad, I've been home for two weeks now. I know you didn't decide today, so why couldn't you give me a heads up?"

"Alli, why are you upset? Did you want to come?"

"What if I did? It's too late now."

"Honey, I remember how you hated it up there once you were grown. You said you'd rather be home with your friends."

"Yeah, I know."

"And do you really want to be stuck on the lake, three miles from the Post with nothing but that little boat and a radio?" 

She found herself lying in bed that night, thinking the same thing. Dad still hadn't come to terms about Mom. He shouldn't be left alone. Didn't anybody else see how hurt he was? 

No, of course not, they weren't sleeping under the same roof, didn't hear him at night when he drank, and would play those old songs that reminded him of Mom.

At breakfast, she announced, "We'll take both cars. If I get tired of the place, just take me back to the Post and I can drive from there."

Jake sipped his coffee, knowing to argue was futile. After all, she was her mother's daughter. The same strong will. He had begun looking forward to being alone, but it was nice that she wanted to look after him, and recall some fond memories.

The seven hour drive passed with occasional calls to each other on their cells, which would be useless at the lake, with no cell towers for miles.

They arrived at the Post, got the key from Old Joe at the desk, who offered his condolences about Mom. The sun had set, and they loaded their bags as the wind picked up. 

"Some storms in the area. You better get to the cabin before one hits. The basics are there from the Collins family. You can come by tomorrow to stock up."

So they set out in the 12 foot row boat with an Evin-rude slapped on the back, and made their way into the night. The winds were stronger, and the overcast skies allowed no moon light, but they stayed close to the shore to keep their bearings.

"I think I felt a drop," Alli said.

Mountain storms came over the trees with little warning, since they were almost like in a bowl, limited skies. And so did this one. In two minutes, they had their parkas on, in five, they were soaked through. The lake was rough and the small boat barely inched along. Jake remembered the old Summer Camp a short distance on the right side. It had been abandoned last summer and hadn't been reopened. 

"Honey, they have a pier, we could tie up there and wait for this to blow over. All the buildings seemed solid?"

They made their way to the pier, with Alli jumping up and expertly tying them in. They grabbed their bags and raced up the muddy path, to the first building. It was more a shed and was locked, but next was a Day room, for the smaller kids. Jake tried the door but it was locked and used his elbow to pop a small window in the door, allowing his hand to open it.

Once inside they stood staring at each other like drowned rats, and Jake couldn't help but smiling.

"What?" she asked. This happened one other time, before you were born, just Kevin, and your mother was furious at me for bringing them up here. She swore she'd never come back again!"

Alli smiled. "I can just hear Mom screaming at you, in that voice: 'Jake? Have you lost your mind? I know you had it once, you married me!"

Jake marveled how she sounded just like Mom, and his smile felt forced.

The room was pretty clean, considering. No obvious sign of creatures, and since the place was abandoned in mid-session, it was left in a hurry, meaning like they planned to be back. In the cupboard were old food stuff, all crackers and bread far from edible, but a few cans of Chef Boyardee raviolis, and the pot belly stove actually had dry wood inside it!

Jake made sure the flue was open, then got a small fire going, and it lit the room, too. There were blankets for the kids at nap time, and they were extra soft.

"Come on, before we get pneumonia, lets get out of these wet clothes." He had removed his parka and tore his shirt over his head. The Blanket felt dry, and his body heat immediately provided warmth.

Alli hadn't move, just stared at him.

"It's okay, Honey, nobody will see, and no sense opening our bags in here."

She turned her back and began to unbutton when Jake understood her hesitance. He said, "There's another room over there, I'll go explore," leaving her alone.

"Thanks Dad." 

"No problem, Baby."

The other room had a cot and not much else. We can move this out by the stove, for warmth, he thought. He was about to tell Alli when he stopped. 

Across the room, in front of the glowing stove, she stood, naked, her back to him. She had the blanket low, around her waist, and was soaking up the heat, her whits skin brilliant in the light, her long blond hair, splayed out with her fingers to dry. She clearly did not expect him back so soon, so he would wait.

And he did, watching her as if in a trance. My little girl is a woman! Look at her, she's extraordinary!

He felt himself becoming aroused and immediately felt badly. His youngest daughter, barely 20, looking so much like a woman, so alive, making him feel alive again.

He looked out the window, driving the thoughts from his mind, willing his erection to dissipate. When it was more manageable, he cleared his throat and saw she had covered herself and was sitting by the fire.

"There's a cot in here I can bring out, that's about it."

Alli stuck her head in the small room. "That's it? It took you that long to find the cot?"

He couldn't tell her he had a hard on for his daughter, so he said nothing.

They dragged it out, and ate their Ravioli they had heated on the stove, hungrily. The storm hadn't lessened. If anything, the wind was howling even more.

The mattress was decent and he said, "We might as well get some sleep, honey."

"Okay, Daddy, you get the inside, I get the outside."

"Huh?"

"Of the mattress. You closest to the stove, because of your age, and me behind you."

"What? No! First off, you get the bed alone, I'll be fine on the floor. And secondly, what do you mean because of my age? I'm only 49!"

"I know, Daddy, and you're in good shape for a guy your age, but the floor is cold and hard. That's what I really meant," lying, hoping he bought it.

He grumbled something and she said, "Dad, I used to cuddle up with you not long ago, when Mom would get up early for something. I loved your rough whiskers! And your smell!"

"I don't smell."

"I know, I just meant... Oh Daddy, let's just try to get some sleep!"

And he tried, but she was too close, and the visions of her by the light of the stove was too much. 

She laid facing the fire, with him behind her, both half-fetal, and their bodies curled in a way that they seemed locked together. 

His eyes were wide awake and he smelled the rain in her hair, and how it glowed, and she wriggled ever so slightly against him, so that his crotch felt her rump applying pressure, however unintentionally.

We should have kept going! If they capsized, they were close to shore! Oh, that's silly, why take the chance.

He heard her light snore, more of a hum, and she seemed to be so warm against his crotch, and the inexcusable happened again, he felt his manhood begin to stir.

He had not been with another woman. His wife was his whole life. And with her illness, it had been over a year since he slept with her.

Alli shifted slightly and his cock would not obey! It was growing, and seemed to have a mind of its own. Neither wore underwear, so just the soft blankets separated them and his cock seemed to know it!

He was full extension now, seven inches and thick. Thank God she was asleep! What she would think of her Dear Old Dad now!

She moved again, this time more dramatically. She pressed back against him and he had no place to go. If he cleared his mind, he might weather this storm after all, but then it changed. 

Her hips didn't move this time, her arm did, from her front, to her hip, where it stayed, as if deciding, then it slid down to scratch her ass!

Damn! Trapped like a rat!

But her hand didn't go into her blanket, it went into his, and where ass would have been his cock was. Her small hand found him there and wrapped around it.

"Hmm, Daddy, I'm flattered."

"What? No, what are you doing?"

"What I wanted to do long ago, and what you wanted me to do." She laid on her back, still holding him, and their eyes met.

"Alli, no." He tried to move her hand, but she would have none of it.

She began stroking him. "Daddy, I'm not a kid anymore, and far from a virgin. I'm on the Pill, and you need release, obviously."

"I'm your father." 

"Yes, I know, and I love you very much." She kissed him, and she loved it.

"Baby..."

"Call me Alli, or any name you want, but I'm not your baby tonight, Jake. Tonight I am yours to take."

His little brain took over control of the body, and she lowered the blanket between them, her soft breasts pressed against his chest and she took his hand and led it to her nipple.

He marveled at how full they were, a grown woman's breasts, weighted, but firm, and he toyed with her nipple as she moaned.

She kissed him again, sliding her tongue passed his lips, finding his own.

Jake's whole world came down to this cot, and the woman who shared it with him. He bit at her nipple and she arched her back, offering it to him.

Her leg was over his hip, and he could smell her feminine scent. She was as ready as he. 

She climbed up over him, leading him into her hungry hole, feeling the head first, spreading her lips as she climbed higher and gave him better access.

He was on his back now, with her above him, and she was beautiful, the lights giving her a halo, as she began the slow rhythm, up and down, crying out slightly.

She hadn't expected him to be so big, having only peeked when he was soft after a shower. But now, inside her, she was thrilled at his size.

He almost called her Allie but stopped,and just said, "you're gorgeous," and kissed her again.

She smiled at that, moving faster, not sure how long he would last, if it had been as long as she thought.

And she was right. His rhythm was off, couldn't get anything going, he was in so much need to release but holding back.

She slid off the cot onto the floor and took his throbbing boner in her hand, smiling up at him. "I want to see you cum, Jake."

She went down on him still watching him, her eyes wide at his width. He was closer than she thought, and within a minute he let loose, grunting as he let loose the first, then second and third. And she swallowed it all, staying there to collect any remaining semen.

He drew her to him. "I really needed that!"

"I could tell," she smiled, licking her lips, and they kissed again as they pulled the covers over them. The kisses led to touches and he felt the urge again, but wanted to taste her this time.

When he began kissing her chest and working his way down, she was surprised, pleasantly. He kept going, shedding the blanket , working his way down to her sweet spot, where he dove in tongue first.

The young guys at school who did this, mostly discouraging, were not into it, and barely tried at all. Jake was good. It showed that he liked it

She was rocking her head, never having had such feelings. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and she shouted out, "Oh, Daddy!" breaking her own rule, but she didn't care.

"Daddy, I'm cummingggggggg!"

And she did, and he felt her fingers in his thick mane, trying to pull him into her. He kept licking until she settled back, spent.

Her voice was low, almost demonic when she said, "Fuck me, fuck me now!"

He had every intention of doing just that. He was on his knees ready to enter, but she barked, "No, not there!"

She spun beneath him, and raised her ass to him. "From behind ,where I first felt you!" she growled.

He held her hips and slipped his cock under her and she grabbed at it, finding her wetness for him and he dove in, and she groaned.

He was in up to his balls on the first thrust, and this time it felt so right, and they began to rock to that music only lovers hear. 

She mashed her head into the mattress, feeling her father's cock digging deep inside her, and she reached under and teased her clit as he rammed her.

He held those hips, watching her move below him like a basket of snakes, so much ooze around his cock, and he could hear the slurping noise as he left then rammed again.

She was whimpering now, "Please, please, make me cum again, please!"

He felt a renewed energy and slammed harder and faster and her breathing became shallow and she cried out, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!" and he thrust one last time and held her as he came deep inside her and she screamed out, "Oh, Fuckkkkkk!"

They slumped together, as they had first climbed into the cot, him behind her, this time with his spent cock lying between her cum covered thighs.

When sunlight woke him, she was up already, dressed. She had found some instant coffee and non-dairy creamer and boiled some water. They sat, sharing the cup, neither one speaking, both embarrassed but neither regretting it. 

Finally, Jake said, "I hope this isn't gonna change how you feel about me."

"If it changes at all, its that I love you more.

And I hope you feel the same."

They spent the next two weeks expressing their love, many times.



The Cabin



It is a cold winter's night. There is snow outside and we can hear the wind blowing. But we're quite warm in our cabin. The wine is open, the fire is burning nicely and there's some nice music playing in the back ground, Claire De Lune by Claude Debussey. We're both lying together on the massive thick rug. I take your wine glass from you and put it on the table next to mine. I caress your cheek with my hand softly. 

I gaze into your beautiful eyes. You are smiling. My hand reaches down to your chin and with my thumb I pull down your chin slightly to part your lips. My lips are on yours, soft kiss with feeling. I can tell that it is slower and more patient than we both want because of how tightly we have wrapped our arms around each other. We are pulling hard against each other wanting to be closer. And yet the kiss is so still soft and gentle. Our mouths are open now and our tongues are exploring and dancing together. 

My eyes are closed as I lose myself in the sensual moment of the kiss. You taste sweet on my lips and I can smell your natural soft scent. Your hands are in my hair, while my hands start travelling down your robe. Soon, I am cupping and grabbing your ass, pulling your hips to me. You lift one leg over my thigh. And we keep kissing. Soft murmuring noises of pleasure escaping from both our lips.

When the kiss finishes we say nothing. Just gaze into each other's eyes, smiling. I look down and see that your robe has fallen open. My smile turns into a grin, a lustful grin. 

As you lie there on your side, your boob looks extra full and is resting on you lower boob. I can see your nipple, already erect after the lovely kiss we just shared. My cock is erect too and straining now as I look at your nipple. I look back up to your face. You are grinning.

'Oh you've remembered that I have a face?' you say.

I brush your hair away from your face and kiss you once more, this time pulling your bottom lips into my mouth. I bite it softly then let it go. I kiss your ear lobe, your cheek, your chin and then lower, down your neck, over your collar bone. After that I can't wait any more. I dive on your nipple. I suck it hungrily into mouth. Your hands go to my head. I smile, knowing you want this just as much as I do. I start circling you nipple with my tongue, teasing it before sucking on it once more. 

I start pulling your robe from your shoulder, all the while sucking your nipple. My hand travels further down along your side, over your waist to your hips. Your skin is so soft and your figure so shapely. 

I trace my fingers over your hip. You're rolling your hips with me as I keep sucking your nipple. I'm deciding which way to let my fingers wander, towards your ass or towards your pussy. You make the decision for me by rolling onto your back and parting your legs for me. Oh how I love you being demanding. You're being quiet but letting me know what you want. I let my fingers glide over your skin to the warm apex of your thighs. 

Knowing that you want it makes me want to tease you. I deliberately avoid your pussy and caress the inside of your thighs, first one leg and then the other. I've move on to sucking your other nipple now. Your hips are moving trying to make my hand rub your pussy. 

"Please" you say. 

I put my hand on your pussy but I just cup it. I'm not rubbing it or pleasing it. A low growl come from deep inside you and you grab my cock, hard and roughly. You start wanking me fiercely. 

"Oh fuck!" I cry, removing my mouth from your nipple. 

It works though, I start rubbing your pussy, quickly and oh so nicely.

First, some long strokes up the entire length, from the bottom to the top. Then will a little more pressure up and down along each side separately. I'm basically, avoiding your clit to start with apart from the occasionally quick touch at the top of each stroke. I can feel that you are wet and I briefly dip my finger tip inside you before I start circling your clit. You moan appreciatively, and it's clear how nice that feels because you stop trying to throttle my cock and stroke it nicely. I'm still sucking your nipples, switching from one to the other now. I slide my free hand underneath your ass and tease your pussy from there. Nothing deep just a presence against your hole as I continue rubbing your clit in small circles. I change to tiny up and down flicks over your clit and you moan again. 

We are being unusually quiet, no dirty talk, encouragement or demands. Tonight is all about the feelings. Our touches, caresses and the way our bodies are responding are communications enough. Words are not required. I realise that I am thrusting my hips against you in time with each stroke of my cock. Then you stop.

As one, we both start moving. You onto all fours on the rug, me onto my knees behind you. Our sexual telepathy still guiding us. I lean forward and kiss your shoulders. The time for teasing is over, I line my cock up and thrust it deep inside you in one deeply satisfying stroke. I had wanted to slowly feed you, one inch at a time but my desire was as strong as yours and had gotten the better of me. Or maybe, it was the telepathy. 

Your pussy feels so good. Hot, wet and deliciously tight. Along with the beautiful moan that has escaped your lips, it is almost enough to make me cum, there and then. I naturally, slow down. I pull back all the way leaving just the head of my cock inside you and pause a heartbeat before sliding back inside you. The sensual theme of the evening continues as I take my time over each long, full and slow thrust. I feel your fingers brush lightly against my balls and I know you are rubbing your clit. 

It's really sexy, looking down and seeing my cock sliding in and out of you. I move my hands from your hips and run them up and down your back before gripping your hips again for a few harder thrusts. Oh, it feels so good and your moans signal your agreement. I start rolling my hips a bit so that each thrust is at a slightly different angle and I'm hitting the sides and top and bottom of your pussy. 'Yes' I hear, your voice muffled as your head is down against the rug. 

Soon I can feel the pressure in your pussy building as your pleasure starts to mount up. Your moans are getting louder. I raise one knee, to plant my foot by your side and thrust deeper still inside you. And then I go slowly again. All the way out and all the way in. It doesn't feel teasy now though. It just prolongs pleasure. It also stops me from cuming to soon. I doubt your fingers have slowed down on your clit though. And I can here that you are getting really close. I speed up again and your moans match each quickening thrust. 

Your orgasm starts to hit you and I feel and hear it at the same time. I thrust as hard and fast as I want to now, no need to hold back. I know it doesn't matter if I cum. I wet my thumb in my mouth. Press it against your ass and then push it in. It adds to your orgasm and I feel your pussy clamping hard around my cock. I manage a couple more thrusts and then my cock stiffens and swells inside you before exploding my hot cum deep inside you. I groan loudly with my release. And then we stop, perfectly still. Both panting and coming back down to earth. I lean forward and kiss your shoulders again.

We collapse onto the rug together, the fire still burning and the music still playing. 

"That was so sexy and hot." I say, "You really turn me on so much."

"I know" you reply with a giggle.

I look at your face and realise you a giggling because you are staring at my cock which is still hard, because you've made me so horny.

"I'm not wasting that, I'm going to have some more and I know exactly how I want it." You say.

And the next thing I know you're pushing my down on my back and straddling me. I watch in wonderment and then sigh with pleasure as you guide me exactly where you want me...



The Cabin



"Do you think your sister's hot, Joe?"

"What?" Eleven-thirty Friday night. We had come upstairs to the bedroom after going out earlier with Katie, as we did once a month. Dinner. A few drinks. Conversation. Laughter.

"You heard, buster. She is hot, isn't she? Kate's hot."

I unbuttoned my dark blue linen shirt, let it slip from my shoulders and tossed it toward the laundry basket in the bathroom and missed. I went through and picked it up before Bel told me to.

"I'm hardly the one to ask, am I? She's my sister. How'm I supposed to know if she's hot or not?"

Bel laughed, out of her own top now, standing on the other side of the bed in a short skirt and red bra. My cock twitched involuntarily. After our Friday nights with Katie we almost always had sex, and that's what I'd been thinking about on the drive home.

"You're a man—last time I looked, anyway. Men don't care about who women are. Mom, sister, aunt, all you see is tits and ass."

I pulled a face as I came back into the bedroom, tried not to make it obvious I was watching as Bel slipped out of her skirt, walked to the closet and hung it up. Her tiny matching red panties hugged her round ass, caressing it like my hands wanted to.

"But Katie's my sis, Bel. Sisters are different." Not telling my beautiful wife I'd had thoughts about Katie since I was old enough to realize girls were different to boys. Hell, more than thoughts. Late nights jacking off in a haze of images, Katie in there somewhere all mixed up with other girls and women, more so as puberty hit its raging peak, less as I got older and guilt kicked in harder, but every now and then those thoughts resurfaced. 

I stepped out of my pants, hung them up, walking close by Bel as I went to my closet, feeling the heat of her body touch mine and my cock thickened inside my shorts. When I turned back I saw Bel's eyes glance down, back up. Her face showed nothing, but I knew she'd noticed. It was friday.

"Well, I think she's hot. And I don't see why you can't think so too. It's not as if I asked if you wanted to fuck her or anything."

I think my mouth must have dropped open because Bel put her hand up to stifle a giggle. I saw her gaze drop to my shorts again. All this talk was making me harder by the second, and I wondered if Bel was doing it on purpose. I hoped so. Bel in this kind of mood was fun. When she dropped her hand she reached behind and unclipped her bra, stood for a moment with it cupping her breasts, then she gave a little shimmy so it slipped away and she caught it. Her nipples, already peaked, traced jagged circles in the air.

I walked past her, deliberately not reaching out as I knew she expected, went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came back Bel had removed her panties and lay on top of the bed on her front. I stopped in the doorway and stripped out of my shorts, added them to the laundry. My cock stuck out almost fully erect now and Bel turned her head and looked at me.

"I thought it was too warm to get under the covers."

"You did?"

I caught the edge of her smile, white teeth against dark red lips. She'd left her lipstick on, and at the thought my cock came fully hard.

"You want a back rub?"

Bel nodded. "That'd be a good start."

I knelt beside her and ran my hand along her leg from ankle to thigh, allowing my fingers to trail inside the cleft of her ass and saw Bel's skin pucker into gooseflesh. She liked being teased. I put some more pressure into it and kneaded her waist, back and shoulder, kissed her shoulder then worked my way down. Bel's hand snaked out, found my thigh, moved up to cup my balls for a moment before finding their true target.

"Mm... I like it when you get hard this fast." She mumbled into the covers, stroking me without looking, running her slim fingers the length of my erection, smoothing the tip of her index finger over my glans, spreading the slick pre-cum that was already oozing.

I kissed the side of her hip, smoothed my fingers along her thigh, coming up inside her legs and Bel eased herself open for me. She was as ready as me, her cleft slick and wet against my finger. I spread some of that wetness along her crack and around her asshole. Bel shivered as my finger traced her neat, pink bud.

"Oh Joe... don't tease a girl."

I kissed her on the point her ass bloomed from her waist, where the valley of her butt began, and she lifted her hips, offering herself to me. I knew Bel liked me to play with her ass, loved it when I licked her there, but we'd never done anything more. I was never sure if Bel wanted anything more, but she sure liked me getting her ass good and wet. She lifted herself again, her hand pulling away from my cock.

"Come underneath me," she said, widening her legs. I scooted back, slid between her thighs and she tugged me on, her fingers finding my cock again, her mouth dropping to my cock and taking me inside in one smooth motion. Almost at once she pulled back, moved her mouth to my balls and wet them with her tongue, letting spit fall onto them. I almost came there and then, made an effort to control myself.

I gripped Bel's hips with my hands and licked along the cleft of her ass and she jerked, jerked again when I found her most sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh shit, Joe, make me come honey."

Bel's body was on fire, heat radiating from her, and I made my tongue stiff and pressed against her asshole. Bel whimpered and pushed back. We'd done this asshole thing the last couple of years. I discovered it by accident as I was going down on her, slipped too far back and Bel made no objection so a couple weeks later I tried again. We didn't ever talk about it, but I knew Bel liked what I did.

I pushed my thumb inside her pussy, cradled her clitoris in the angle of my hand and moved it gently. I pushed harder into her ass, probing deeper than I ever had before. Bel rode against me, taking my cock inside her mouth again but she was breathing hard now, gasping around my length and not really doing much but I didn't care, I was going to come anyway from what I was doing to her.

Bel rocked steadily against my hand. I lifted my left hand and used my finger against her asshole. I'd done the same for the first time a week before but hadn't invaded her, just used the tip to add a little pressure. This time I pushed, slipping my tongue clear, her asshole wet and ready and I pushed my finger inside her and Bel gasped as I slipped the full length inside.

"Oh God Joe, you're a fucking animal... don't stop."

"You like my finger?" Words. I sometimes wondered why we didn't use them more, Bel and I.

She nodded, my cock slipping free of her lips and I humped up against her face.

"Say it," I said, about to tip over whether she was sucking me or not.

"I like your finger, Joe."

I pushed harder, working it in and out faster, my face inches away, entranced at the sight. Bel has a stupendous ass, the budded center pink and sweet and inviting, but I hardly dreamed she might want me to do this to her.

"Where d'you like my finger, Bel?"

"Oh God." She trembled. "Don't make me... oh sweet Jesus..." The trembling increased and I knew she was there already.

I lifted up, licked around where my finger entered her and Bel squealed. She sat back, flattening my face under her ass as my finger buried itself deep inside her. I felt her hand join mine at her pussy as she bucked on top of me. I was going to have to move soon because I couldn't breathe, but I'd hold on as long as possible because Bel had never come like this before, not with me and, I guessed, not with anyone else either. I slipped my thumb free of her pussy and fumbled for my cock, needing my own release and Bel gasped.

"God yes, Joe, rub yourself for me."

This sure was a night for surprises. The thought of Bel watching me jacking off sent me over and I arched my back, spraying cum. Bel rolled off me fast and for a moment, my finger pulling free from her ass with a tiny pop and I thought I'd done something to disgust her, but she was searching for my cock, trying to take my cum into her mouth. I could breathe now, and see, as my cock ejaculated onto Bel's cheek and then her bright red lips closed over me and I came against her tongue. We'd done this before, but usually I pulled away before I came, unsure if Bel wanted me to come into her mouth. Tonight she was hungry, swallowing everything I had left that hadn't already splashed across her belly.

In the aftermath we lay head to toe, Bel playing with my softening cock. A ring of lipstick marked where her lips had tightened around me. Now she sucked the entire flaccid length inside her mouth, releasing it wet and glistening. I stroked her back and ass, brushing my fingers across her asshole. 

Bel said, "We're you thinking of Katie? Is that why you came so hard?"

I lifted up, removing my hand from her ass and she pulled a face.

"What's this thing with Katie? And no, I wasn't."

"I wouldn't mind if you were."

I stared at her and Bel laughed.

"Why the big frown?"

"Where the hell is this coming from, Bel?"

She shrugged, breasts moving.

"I been thinking lately, is all. Katie seems so lonely these days, and kinda stressed."

"She does an important job."

"I know. But she needs some fun, too." Bel tried to look innocent but there was something going on inside her brown eyes.

"Then we can fix her up with a date."

"Katie's scary, you know that. Remember John Parker? We both thought he was perfect, but Katie's so... so beautiful, so bright, I think he felt inadequate. It didn't last two weeks. How many long term relationships has Katie ever had?"

"That I know about?"

"Sure. That you know about."

"None."

"So how does she de-stress?"

"Maybe she's got her own way."

"When was the last time she took a vacation?"

I thought back. As far as I remembered it had been the year we both turned eighteen and Mom and Dad took us to Florida, the Keys, for a week. We had lazed around on the sand, taken a skiff out on the water, fished for bonefish and dived for clams.

"When?" Bel nudged me, and I was aware I'd gone to another place, picturing Katie in the tiny black bikini she wore that year that was too small for her. By then we'd both been offered placed in college and it was as if the bikini was part of her old life and she didn't want to buy a new one. I guess Katie had known she was on a different track by then.

"Eight years, I guess. Katie doesn't do vacations."

"She should." Bel snuggled against me, her body soft and boneless after the sex. I kissed the top of her head, smelling shampoo, felt myself starting to get hard again.

"I agree. A vacation would do her good."

"I'll ask her." Bel hugged me, kissed my cheek, wiped the wet spot away with her fingers. "She can come with us."

I turned my head. What the hell was Bel plotting here? Why this all of a sudden? I thought after five years of marriage I knew my wife pretty well. This stuff was coming completely out of left field.

"You think that's a good idea? We booked the small cottage, didn't we?" Same as we did every summer, even though Florida was not a summer vacation spot, we liked the heat, the lack of crowds other than the Brits who had been sold on the idea of a week in Florida, not knowing it was going to top a hundred most days.

"There a couch pulls out into a bed. You can use that."

I laughed. "I can?"

Bel started running her fingers down my belly, catching the start of my pubic hair and my cock twitched and stiffened and after a couple more passes her fingers closed around me.

"I thought me and Katie could use the bed. You already told me she's not hot, so you won't want to fuck her. But I might."

"Bel, what the fuck—" But she stopped me, swinging her legs over my head and sitting on my face while her mouth took a good length of my cock. I stopped arguing, the feel of her tongue probing the head of my cock too great to resist, and I probed back, pushing as far as I could inside her pussy. And while Bel made me come again it was Katie I pictured sitting against my mouth, wondering if she'd taste different to my wife, knowing her body would feel different. What was Bel thinking of?

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Katie surprised me. The following month at our usual get together, as we sat in Torini's eating creamed chicken with asparagus tips and tiny roasted potatoes, drinking a good Pinot Grigio, Bel up and popped the question straight out and Katie said sure, she'd love to join us if we didn't mind a hanger on.

"Are you sure?" It was me tried to put the lid back. Bel hadn't said a word all week, acting normal. Me, I'd discover the idea popping into my head at odd moments, each time wondering what Bel was thinking of. I'd never heard mention of her having a thing for girls, but she sure as hell sounded like she had a thing for Katie. Or was she only teasing me? Strange way to tease, I thought.

Katie turned her gaze from Bel to me, clear blue eyes large, intelligent. My eyes—except I lacked that intelligence. 

"When was the last time I took a real vacation, Joe?" Her eyes wandered my face as if looking for something, rose back to meet mine having failed to find it. She raised perfectly manicured brows, pale blonde to match her hair. We might be twins but Katie looked nothing at like me. Light where I was dark, slim and willowy, intelligent. And, of course, she was a girl. I'd noticed.

It was the same question Bel had asked me, so I gave the same answer. "The year before we went to college."

Katie nodded. Bel speared asparagus and slid the tip between her lips in a distracting manner. She slipped it in and out three times then bit down, chewed. It was lucky the table hid the bulge growing in my pants. We formed a triangle, sitting at a round table, Bel marginally closer to Katie than she was to me so I could see both the women I loved easily.

"That seems an age ago now," Katie said. She looked down at her plate, moved some chicken around. A small frown crossed her brow as though she was trying to make sense of what she was eating. "Nine years ago."

"Eight," I said.

"Is it? How about we settle on eight and a half?"

I nodded. Katie was always right about these things.

Katie laughed, decided on a small piece of chicken, lifted it to her lips and chewed. A little cream sauce caught on the side of her mouth and her tongue came out and licked it away.

"Too long then, I guess. God, I wonder if I still got that old bikini?"

I felt my face warm, remembering how she'd looked in it. She'd had it since she was sixteen, but by eighteen her breasts and hips had filled out. I don't know why Mom and Dad didn't tell her to go get a new one. It was positively obscene. Katie would lie on the sun lounger, sweat pricking out across her back, thighs slightly parted. I lay on the other lounger staring along her thighs to their meeting point. The black nylon cupped her ass like a lover's touch, outlined the cleft between her legs. Here and there faint blonde hairs curled out from beneath the elastic and if anyone had asked me to get up I couldn't have because my cock was painfully hard.

"Hey, we could go shopping," Bel said. "We can buy you a new Florida outfit. I bet you don't have much in the way of shorts and halter-tops, do you?"

"Funnily enough it's not a look I wear often."

Katie graduated top of her class, having studied law. Instead of going to a big city firm—she could have gotten a job about anywhere—she moved back close to where I lived with Bel. We weren't married then, soon would be, but we'd lived together since our second year in college. Katie started at the bottom but within three years was made partner. She specialized in high end corporate law, the kind of stuff us mere mortals didn't even understand. To Katie it was like breathing. I guess when we shared a womb together all my brains leaked across and went into her. I do okay, but I'm no Katie.

"You sure you can make the time?" I was still trying to put obstacles in the way, not sure why, not sure if I wanted what Bel seemed to be planning or not. No, wrong. Wanting it, but wanting it too much, not sure if Bel was kidding me, most times convinced she had to be.

Katie glanced at Bel. "Remind me of the dates, Bel?" The way she said it I was convinced they had talked about it before tonight. Katie pulled her iPhone from her bag and opened her calendar.

"First week in August," Bel said. "Roasting time." She grinned.

"We always used to go then, didn't we?" Katie scrolled through the months on the small screen, then looked up at me, studying my face again.

"Except that last time. But you know Pop, he always said it was cheaper in summer."

"He was always such a tight-ass. Still is." She looked at me such a long time my face grew warm and I concentrated on my dinner. She was still looking when I started chewing and glanced back up.

"Pop's okay," I said.

Katie nodded. "Sure. I know he is. But he does love a bargain. I've got a case finishing end of July, nothing in the diary until the end of August. I'd been thinking of taking a break anyway."

I ate more chicken with a spear of asparagus, not making a fuss with it like Bel had.

"You had?"

Katie shrugged. Beneath her loose dress her breasts moved. I swallowed, looked for more chicken.

"Don't you believe me?" Katie smiled sweetly.

"You never have before."

"Well this year I am."

"How about tomorrow?" Bel said, breaking the tension that had grown between me and my sister, something going on here, something completely new.

"Tomorrow?" Katie broke eye contact, leaned toward Bel and I looked at the two of them, Bel dark haired, olive-skinned, Katie blonde, her skin the color of cream but I knew she rarely burned, always using plenty of lotion. There had been times she'd asked me to spread it across her back and I'd always obliged, needing to lie on my front again after. Seemed to me, thinking back, I spent a great deal of time lying on my front on vacation.

"We can go shopping tomorrow. For your outfits."

Katie laughed. "That sounds fun. Sure."

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We drove down in our station wagon because Katie's Porsche had no chance of carrying the three of us, and it seemed she didn't want to bring her own vehicle anyway. It was like she'd let go, released hold on herself, letting Bel direct her. Maybe that was a vacation for Katie, not having to be controlled and in control all the time.

I knew the way to the cabin in my sleep. We started before dawn, leaving Heartville a little after 4 a.m., 600 miles ahead of us. Katie sat in back dozing, dressed in the new clothes she and Bel had picked out for her. She had tossed only one small suitcase in the back of the station wagon so they couldn't have bought too much on their shopping spree. We slid from Georgia into Florida with the sun coming up on our left, stopped an hour later for breakfast. An hour after that we were on our way again. By five in the afternoon the station wagon bounced along the half mile of rutted track and I pulled up on a sandy turn-in behind the cabin we rented this time every year. Katie and Bel had changed placed on the way down and as I killed the engine Katie leaned forward. I looked away, trying not to stare at the way her breasts stretched the halter top she wore, like I had spent the last two hours trying not to stare at her long legs resting on the dash.

"Joe—this is the same place."

I nodded, said, "Of course it is," and she grinned.

"You come to the same place we used to? Every year?"

I nodded again.

Katie laughed and slapped my chest with the back of her hand.

"I never knew."

"We there?" Bel had fallen asleep in back, straightened up now and leaned over the seat. She rested one hand on my shoulder, another on Katie's, her long fingers dark against Katie's skin.




The Cabin



Katie opened her door, letting the late-afternoon furnace heat in.

"Oh God," she arched her back, stretched her legs out onto the sand. "The heat. I'd forgotten about the heat."

"Too much for you?" Bel asked.

Katie shook her head. "No way. I was remembering is all, what it was like. I love it. This ought to melt my bones for me." Katie slid out and walked past the cabin, stood on the far side with her hands on her hips staring at the ocean. She looked like she belonged. Lean body, narrow hips, the short skirt Bel had chosen fluttering in the sea breeze, caressing her thighs.

Bel leaned even further over the seat, turned my face and kissed me, a long, deep kiss that brought arousal flooding my belly. She hadn't mentioned anything about Katie since that first night six weeks earlier, but I knew something was going through her head. The sex between us had been unbelievable, Bel demanding, commanding, directing me until she achieved satisfaction. But not another word about my sister, even though I had a suspicion she was what it was all about. And I went along, equally aroused, wondering what the week on Saddleloaf Key was going to bring. Scared too. Scared of myself. Scared for my sister and my wife.

I'd been staring too long. Bel punched the back of my shoulder. "Come on, caveman, get these cases inside and lets go swimming."

Katie heard. "Swimming?"

"Swimming," Bel said, climbing out. 

I opened my door and stepped into the oven, went around back and lugged our two cases inside, tossed them into the small bedroom, went back for Katie's. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, so stood it up on the side of the living room. Katie and Bel had walked down to the water. A bay cupped the cabin, clear blue water with far out a sandbar cutting off the deeper ocean. I knew from experience the shallow water in the bay would be blood-heat. 

Ours was the only cabin on this side of the Key facing east. The land around us was low-lying scrub, most of it marked as a nature reserve, stopping any new building. I went back to the car and carried the groceries in. We'd stopped at Sugarloaf Shores to pick up the key and stock up. Every time we came here we bought enough to last the week. I unpacked the frozen goods into the small freezer, put milk and eggs and tomatoes into the refrigerator. 

I was about to go outside when the girls came up onto the porch. Bel tapped on the glass and I walked over to unlock it, slid the doors wide. Sweat had stained the front of Bel's top and as she came in she stripped it over her head. She wore no bra beneath and walked past me into the bedroom, tugging at her shorts as she went. At least when they came down she did have panties beneath, but those too soon slid down. I watched her naked butt swing around the door.

"You can come in here to change, Katie," Bel called out. "You don't want your brother ogling you, do you?"

Katie brushed past me as she went to her suitcase, raising an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting. She dropped the case flat and lifted the catches, bent over from the waist and rummaged inside. I stared at her ass. By the time she straightened up and turned around I was staring out at the water.

"You coming swimming too, Joe?" she asked.

"Sure. When you're both changed. I wouldn't want you ogling me either, would I?"

Katie grinned. "Nothing there I ain't seen before, is there?" 

"Guess not. But I'm a married man now."

Katie laughed and brushed past me once more. There was plenty of room but she deliberately let her shoulder touch mine, her arm brush mine. As she disappeared into the bedroom her laugh returned, deeper and coarser.

"Of shit, Bel, you can't go out like that!"

"I'm putting my bikini on, harlot. You think I'd skinny-dip?"

"I don't know what you and Joe get up to when you're down here alone." Katie stripped her halter top over her head and in the moment before she pushed the door shut with her hip I saw she hadn't bothered with a bra either. But I'd known that, of course, seen the way her breasts moved under her top as the car bounced over ruts. Seen the way her nipples formed twin peaks against the white stretch top.

Through the closed door I heard laughter. I closed my eyes, trying not to picture the pair of them naked together in the bedroom, and failing.

They appeared to take a stupid amount of time putting on four pieces of cloth, and when the door finally popped open again Bel came out in a new bikini. Black, almost exactly like the one Katie used to wear, equally as fitting. Then when Katie appeared she was wearing the self-same bikini I remembered her in and I swallowed hard. Eight years since I had last seen it, and Katie had filled out even more in that time. She was smaller up top than Bel, narrower across the hips. The stretched black nylon left nothing to the imagination. I was sure I caught the darker pink of her aureole peeking above the material.

"I tried, Joe, but she refused to get a new one." Bel knew without me having to say a word. I guess the size of my eyes gave me away. I coughed and directed my gaze away from my sister toward Bel. A faint smile curled one side of her mouth. She knew where I had been looking.

"I'm surprised you've still got that scrap of a thing," I said to Katie.

"Old times sake," she said, a funny expression on her face.

"Get changed, Joe. We're going down to the water."

I nodded, numb, and went into the bedroom. After I was naked I looked down at myself. Exactly how was I meant to hide this boner inside my trunks? I rummaged through the suitcase, found a pair of bermudas and pulled them on. My cock still formed a ridge, but at least it wasn't sticking out the side like it would with my smaller pair. I walked out into the heat and ran across sand that burned the soles of my feet.

###

It seemed our body clocks changed the moment we hit the Keys. Mine and Bel's did anyway. I guess Katie probably took her example from us.

The bulk of the day's heat had already faded before we arrived, but enough remained to make out bodies loose as we strolled back to the wide porch of the cabin which offered warm shade. We sprawled on sturdy wooden loungers covered with cotton cushions and let our wet bodies dry in the heat. I watched as Bel's skin started showing patches of salt. Her skin looked tanned all year round, but already I was sure she was darker than when we arrived. Bel looked to be asleep, her mouth open, body slack. I used the excuse to study my sister, trying to work out in my head whether Bel really meant something or not, or whether it was just another of Bel's teases.

Katie's skin was pale and flawless. Even though we'd all been in the sun a couple of hours she hadn't burned. I felt a tingle on the top of my back and knew I'd have to wear lotion tomorrow if we went out when the sun was at its height. Katie looked to be asleep too. Her head was turned toward me so I'd catch her if she woke, could study her without fear of discovery. Short blonde hair with a natural curl. She had cut it recently, cut it short so it only just reached her ears, a little longer on top. I think she'd had some color work done too because there were darker and lighter blond streaks. I knew it was her natural color. Had caught her one summer coming out the shower and discovered the carpet matched the drapes. Katie had been embarrassed as all hell but too slow covering herself to stop me getting a good look. Even without that I could tell. Her eyebrows and lashes were pale, the lashes long. I watched her eyes move beneath the lids. Her legs jerked a couple of times. Katie breathed harder, tensed one arm then relaxed, and I wondered what her dream was about.

I let my eyes scan down to where the minuscule bikini top made a brave attempt at enclosing her breasts, pushed together now as she lay half on her front, the angle all wrong for me to get much of a view but what I did manage was pretty good. Katie was smaller all over than Bel but everything was in perfect proportion. I followed the curve of her side, the swell of her hip. The front of the bikini briefs pressed down on the lounger, her ass curving upward, the briefs pulled tight into the crack of her ass. 

"What time we eating, Joe?"

I jerked, looked up. Katie's eyes were open, an odd smile on her full lips. Damn. So much for not getting caught.

"Uh, dunno... you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Steak OK?"

"Who's cooking? You?" Katie laughed into her pillow, her eyes still the only animated part of her.

I rolled off my lounger, leaned over and slapped her hard on her delectable ass. The slap sounded loud beneath the porch roof and when Katie squealed Bel mumbled and rolled onto her back. Katie rubbed her ass with both hands and gave me a look that was meant to be pained but turned out sexy as all hell. I noticed a red mark blooming on the cheek of her ass in the shape of my hand. I hadn't meant to hit her so hard, but as I stood she seemed to be grinning.

I went out back where the lowering sun still hit the rear of the cabin. It was perched on a spit of shingle and sand that ran out from the main island, forming a curled comma shape in the clear waters of the bay. The sun rippled highlights on the water to the west of the cabin. I knew out front shadows would be stretching out across the sand, would stretch longer and longer until they met the sea. I fired up the gas barbecue and went inside to take steaks from the fridge. I hardly ever cooked at home, but at the cabin Bel never did. I liked the reversal of roles, liked to let go and drift... liked the way Bel took her cue from the change and became more dominant, more demanding.

When the barbecue was up to heat I slapped the steaks on. They'd take minutes only. I went inside and tipped potato salad into a bowl, cut tomatoes and lettuce into another. We'd stocked up on wine and I opened a bottle of white and left it in the fridge to keep cold. I returned to the steaks and turned them. They'd charred on the one side, sizzled as I put them back on the grill.

Two arms snaked around me from behind and a pair of breasts pressed against my back. The hands slid down my belly and inside the waist of my swim shorts, kept going until one circled my cock and started rubbing.

"I'm assuming that is you, Bel."

She giggled against my back. "Want me to go ask Katie to take over?"

I leaned back against her, my attention divided between what she was doing to my stiffening cock and the steaks on the grill.

"Sure. It was your idea after all."

She kissed my shoulder blade, pushed by trunks down so my cock jumped free.

"Want me to blow you?"

"Here? Katie might come around any minute."

"So?" Bel stroked the length of my cock, teasing my balls with her nails. "I'm sure she knows what a blow-job is. She's got a nice mouth."

I laughed, trying to keep my voice low. "Better watch what you say, Bel, I might just take you up on it."

She pressed against me, removed one hand from my cock and fumbled behind. When she pressed back she'd freed one breast and I felt it's soft silken weight against my skin, the pebbled hardness of her nipple.

"Wanna mess around some?"

"These steaks are done," I said.

"Spoilsport. After dinner?"

"We might shock the neighbor."

"That'd be kinda fun." Bel continued to stroke me and I pulled away, dragged my trunks up over my erection before I shot a load across the steaks.

"Bigger spoilsport," Bel grumbled, but when I lifted the steaks off the grill onto a china serving plate and turned around she was tucking her left boob back inside her bikini top. 

I slipped past her. "Dinner's up, Katie!" I sat at the rough pine table that stood in the back yard fast so she wouldn't see my state of arousal. When she came out back she'd slipped a knee length gauzy robe over her bikini that only made her even sexier. I was thinking about fucking Bel, thinking about Katie listening to the sound of our fucking, getting turned on even more.

"Meat," Katie said, forking a steak onto her plate, spooning potato and salad on after it. "I do love meat."

I heard Bel snuffle behind me.

"There's wine in the fridge," I said over my shoulder.

Bel slid into the chair at the head of the table so the three of us formed an open square.

"Then go get it."

"Me? I did the cooking."

"Quite." Bel helped herself to the biggest steak, cut off a corner and popped it into her mouth before adding any salad.

I sighed, tried to rise and turn at the same time. Glasses were already on the table and the bottle was dewed by the time I placed it in the center and slipped back into my seat. Bel held her glass out, waiting. I poured for her, looked at Katie and she held hers out too. Finally I poured for myself.

Bel kept her glass raised, waiting. "We got to have a toast, Joe."

I lifted my glass. "To our vacation," I said weakly.

Bel shook her head. "To Katie's vacation," she corrected. "May it bring everything she wishes for."

Bel clinked our glasses and when I looked over to Katie there was a flush on her cheeks. She glanced down quick, pretending to concentrate on her food.

###

Bel lay naked on her back, head lolling over the foot of the bed as drew me toward her. She held her lips closed so when the tip of my cock touched there it met resistance. She pulled me harder, not opening her mouth but making me force my way inside. I stood leaning over, my arms taking most of my weight. I stretched down and pulled a hard nipple into my mouth and Bel writhed on the bed. I reached down to her pussy, her pubic hair waxed clean for our vacation, pushed two fingers deep inside as at the same time I pushed more of my cock into her mouth.

Bel liked this position. She said she could swallow more of my cock lying back this way, and it was true she did seem to be taking an awful lot of me into her mouth. But I knew she'd gag before I could get my full length inside. We'd tried, both of us liking the idea, but it wasn't going to happen. Didn't matter much. What she was doing now felt pretty fucking good.

Bel used her hands on my hips to control my thrusts, directing me, and I let her, turned on at the reversal of roles. Something about being on vacation, or in this cabin, making everything different.

Bel was grunting now each time I thrust, each grunt tailed with a little gagging sound as I went too far, but instead of stopping me she seemed to want more. I tried to pull away, to give her chance to breath but she wouldn't let me.

"Stop... I'm gonna come if you don't stop..." And I was, the itching, burning pressure growing in the tip of my cock, the heaviness in my balls demanding release, the half pain half pleasure point inside my ass teasing. Bel shook her head, her grunts getting louder as she kept me thrusting. I tried to hold back, and I might have lasted another couple of minutes if she hadn't loosed hold of my left hip and snaked her hand back between my legs and slid her index finger inside my ass. All the way inside. She touched something back there that made my cock jerk hard and I felt her grin around my shaft. Now she used both hands, the one on my hip, the other with its finger up my ass, pulling me hard into her mouth and I felt myself start to spill over.

Bel swallowed hard. Swallowed again. I was streaming cum into her mouth faster than she could swallow and it pushed out around her lips and streaked her cheeks. I emptied myself totally and only when there was nothing left did Bel let me loose.

I knelt back on the wooden boards beyond the end of the bed.

Bel looked back at me, beautiful, wanton. She reached out again, her arms not long enough to get to my shoulders, so I leaned over.

She grabbed me and pulled me down, opening her mouth to kiss me and I tasted my cock on her tongue, felt the slip of my semen on her cheek. I hesitated, waiting for disgust but it didn't come. I'd tasted my cock on her mouth plenty, but this was the first time she'd kissed me after I'd come into her mouth.

I kissed her harder, kissed the side of her face where my cum trailed across it and Bel smiled and rolled over and slid back so she was kneeling in front of me on the floor, her top half still resting on the bed.

"What d'you want me to do?" I asked.

"I need you to lick my ass and make me come," she said.

I nodded. I knew she liked me doing that. I liked doing it too. I don't know why, because it ought to disgust me but it didn't, not with Bel. I wondered if it would if I did it to Katie. God, what had my wife got me thinking! I leaned over and kissed the small of her back, slid a hand beneath her and pushed by thumb inside her pussy. She was wet, as wet as I'd ever felt her, and her clit was a rock-hard nub beneath my palm. I teased her with my cock, pulling my thumb free and pushing myself inside, still half hard and getting harder.

Bel shook her head. "Not there, Joe. You know what I want."

I did. I think I did. I leaned over and dripped spit onto her ass, used a fingertip to spread it around and Bel gasped.

"Yeah... like that, Joe... just like that."

I licked her there, trailing saliva along the crack of her ass. Then I leaned over and pressed the underside of my cock into the crack, pressed down so the ribbed underside pressed hard onto her asshole and Bel grunted and pushed back.

"Watch it buster, or I might ask for more."

"Whatever you want, baby."

She made a sound deep in her chest. "Pretend for me, Joe... Pretend to do it..."

I pulled away, drooled more spit, went back, rubbing my cock along her ass. I reached under and pushed my thumb back inside her at the front, reached around and squeezed a breast. Bel angled her head to one side, breathing hard, and for a moment I hesitated, knowing Katie had to hear what we were doing, then the thought of exactly what we were doing pushed any reservations away. Katie knew we fucked. I rocked my cock against Bel's ass and worked her, familiar with her body, her touch points. She started to grunt on each thrust and I knew she was getting close. I was fully hard again now and I tried to finesse my efforts, wanting to come again, wanting to come at the same moment as Bel.

When I started to feel Bel tremble I increased my stroke. She was crying out now each time my cock slid along the crack of her ass, grasping her cheeks in her hands and parting them and I was sure if I changed my angle a little I could probably put the tip of my cock into her ass. Instead I kept humping, Bel's tremble turning to a shake, the shake to a spasm and she bucked under me. My own excitement peaked and I shot a rope of cum along her back. I gripped my cock, leaned back and directed the next ejaculation onto the centre of her asshole and Bel lifted her hand and bit into it. I touched her asshole with the head of my cock, teasing her and she pushed back against me so I opened her a little. Then I shot a last time directly into her. I slumped back, totally spent.

Ten minutes later Bel slipped from bed to go and pee, same as she always did. I knew I'd have to do the same soon but my body was too slack to move. When Bel came back she kissed me and rolled over. I dozed but pressure on my bladder brought me to the surface. Without thinking I padded bare-ass naked through the living room where Katie was curled on the fold down bed. Short of sharing with us it was the only place to sleep. It looked comfortable enough, and Katie appeared to be deep asleep.

Instead of using the bathroom I walked out through the open sliding doors and down across the sand. A light breeze, warm, touched my skin. I reached the water and peed a long arc. When I was empty I stood there a long while. Far out a cruise ship passed, filled with light. Stars shone hard in the dark sky. The sea washed lightly around my toes and I stood there, mind empty, waiting. It was only the end of our first day at the cabin.




The Cabin



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Simplicity doesn't come cheap, but it does come with a skiff. Approaching along the sand track the cabin looks as though it would barely stand up in a breeze, let alone some of the hurricanes that stripped through the Keys at least a couple times a year, but looks are deceptive. It had been here fifty years at least, maybe longer. Inside there was a modern kitchen fitted with the latest gadgets, a huge bathroom with a shower large enough to hold a party. In the single bedroom the bed was wide and long and the mattress just right. The fold down couch in the living room where Katie slept was probably more comfortable than our bed at home.

The skiff floated tied to a narrow dock out back in the sheltered bay. I found the saltwater fly rod in the lean-to and fitted the reel and line, carried it down to the dock together with a hessian sack to keep any fish I caught. I raised the sail but left it loose so the breeze didn't try pulling the skiff away from the dock, went back and told Bel I was going out for a few hours. She was still in bed, the clock in the kitchen not yet showing six, the light coming up in a pale line to the east. I wanted to get out before the day grew too hot.

Bel mumbled and rolled onto her front, naked on the bed and I was tempted to forget the fishing, but it was something I looked forward to every time we came down. I tiptoed through the living room trying not to wake Katie but she must have been awake already.

"You going out in the boat, Joe?" She rolled onto her back, washing her face with her hands, half sitting up then grabbing the sheet to stop it slipped to her waist.

"Only for a couple hours. See if I can catch some snapper for dinner."

Katie gave a soft smile. "We used to do that all the time, didn't we?"

I nodded, leaning on the door jamb, remembering as well. Pop let me take the skiff out on my own from the age of thirteen, Katie often coming with me, a tomboy back then in shirt and canvas shorts, her hair in a pony-tail tucked back through the tie of a peaked cap.

I pushed of the door jamb and Katie put her feet on the pine floor, the sheet drawing back to show most of her legs. Good legs. Bel's plotting was making me see Katie differently. No—correct that—making me see her without the guilt I'd always felt before. Growing up with a killer sister it was impossible not to look and imagine, but the idea how wrong it was always held me in check. Bel had loosened those feelings of guilt. Not completely, but a little.

"You wanna stop staring and let a girl get dressed? I'm coming with you."

"Oh. Sure. You sure you want to come?"

Katie gave me a familiar look I'd seen a thousand times before. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to."

I nodded, popped back into the bedroom while Katie dressed. I sat on the end of the bed and stroked Bel's leg and she moaned in her sleep, undulating. I slid my fingers along her thigh, lightly touched her pussy and the moan slid into a groan but I pulled back before she woke.

"Hey, you coming, or what?" Katie stood in the doorway, and I wondered how much she'd seen.

"Coming," I said.

"Can I drive?"

"You remember how?"

Katie punched me on the arm. That look again.

By eight the sun was getting hot and we had two good-sized snapper in the hessian sack. The skiff rode a low swell coming in from the ocean. The water beneath us was deep blue, maybe forty feet. An anchor held us bow first into the swell and the boat rose and fell, undulating like Bel had when I touched her.

"You want to go in now?" Katie asked. We had shared the single fly rod, but Katie had caught both fish, letting the heavy fly sink deep to where the snapper cruised. I knew she sailed and fished better than me, but was used to that now. Katie was always the best at everything, the brightest, the prettiest, the first to try everything and succeeding in all. We might be fraternal twins but sharing out mother's womb it seemed Katie had got pretty much the best of what was going. I didn't mind because I lacked ambition, working as a manager in the local supermart, where I met Bel, I considered my life sorted and sweet. Katie had inherited enough ambition for me and five others.

"You're staring again, Joe." Katie's mouth curled into a wry smile. "You know you been doing that all week?"

"I guess it's good to see you," I said, turning to check the anchor even though it didn't need doing.

"You see me every Friday."

"See you like this."

"Like what?" She leaned over the side, lifted the hessian sack and checked the fish. They were fine. She wore the black bikini with a loose sun-dress over which failed to conceal much beneath.

"Relaxed," I said.

"I look relaxed?" She leaned back, raising one knee. I suddenly found it hard to breath right.

"You do." I nodded.

Katie smiled, raised her arms and hooked her hands behind her head, lifting her breasts so again I was sure the edge of her nipples showed above the skimpy bikini top.

"I feel relaxed, Joe. I think I needed this break. It's like..." She shook her head, sun flashing of her Ray-Bans. "Like I've done nothing but work, work, work for so long I've forgotten was relaxation was until we arrived here. And then..." The smile bloomed into a grin, "as soon as I saw the cabin something turned off inside me. The tension. The constant thinking. Thanks for bringing me here, Joe." She stretched out her leg and rubbed my foot with the sole of hers. "Thanks a lot."

"It was Bel's idea," I said.

"Then I'll thank Bel to." She stared at me, her foot still on top of mine and the touch arced along my leg directly to my cock and I knew I was growing hard in front of Katie but didn't make any attempt to move. Foolishly I'd decided to wear my brief swim trunks, black like Katie's, nylon like Katie's. I only hope my cock wouldn't slip out the side and embarrass her.

"You want to go in?" I said, hoping for rescue.

Katie shook her head. "This is like old times, Joe, isn't it?"

Not quite, I thought. But then corrected myself, because I all through our teens I'd harbored fantasies of fucking my sister, so I nodded, said, "It is."

"Want to swim?" Her foot was making slow circles on top of mine now. My cock was half filled, an obvious bulge inside my trunks. I should have worn something longer than a t-shirt.

"Out here?"

Katie laughed but didn't remove her foot. "We always used to. What, you scared of sharks all of a sudden?"

"Well..." I raised my shoulders.

"We were fearless back then, weren't we?"

"As fearless as only the young can be."

Katie finally lifted her foot from mine, but it didn't get better because she rose and stripped the sun-dress over her head so she stood swaying directly in front of me. Stray blonde hairs curled out above the waist of her bikini briefs, the briefs so small they barely covered her mons, made no attempt at disguising the shape of her sex beneath. More hair curled out the side and I wanted to catch them in my teeth and tug, wanted to smell her woman smell against my face, taste her against my tongue. I was in extreme danger of popping right out my trunks, but Katie turned away, almost as if deliberately displaying her ass, and dove into the dark water.

"Shark!" I yelled, and she laughed and flipped water onto me.

"Come on. Be fearless, Joe, like we used to."

I stood too then, stood facing her, letting her see my arousal because it was impossible to hide. I stood there as her eyes travelled down my chest and belly, past my waist and along my legs, and then back up. She stayed looking at my core and I felt my cock twitch.

Katie splashed more water and I knifed in, diving beneath her and grabbing her ankles and pulling her down. The water beneath was clear, fading to deep blue, and beyond that sand shapes rippled the sea bed. Katie came down with me, kicking hard and going deep and I followed, trying to catch her, reaching for her ankle and tugging and she twisted back on herself and came past me, her skin brushing against mine and as she passed I grabbed again and my fingers slid along her back and across her ass.

When I joined her on the surface she was floating on her back. Pebbled nipples pressed through the bikini top, her body kissed by seawater. I trod water beside her and she turned her head to look at me. She said nothing at all, staring at me for a minute, two minutes. I drifted closer, wanting to touch her sea-stippled skin again. I reached out and she watched me, knowing what I wanted. A moment before my hand touched her side she spun and kicked away hard, pulled herself onto the skiff in one smooth motion, water cascading off her body. She lifted the sun dress and pulled it on, clinging to her, staring inland, refusing to look at me. She began working the sail. Only when it started to fill and the skiff tugged at the anchor did she turn to me.

"You swimming back?" There was pain in her face and I was scared I had gone too far.

I glanced past her. The shore lay less than half a mile away. I was scared what she might be thinking about me.

"Go ahead," I said. "I'll swim."

Katie nodded and pulled on the anchor rope. As soon as the anchor freed the sandy bottom the skiff responded to the wind in the sails and turned away.

"Watch our for sharks," Katie called back, but the skiff was moving fast now, skipping away. I put my head down and stroked toward shore, grateful for the time alone with the sea, determined to get control of myself. Whatever Bel might want this was Katie, my sister. My sister, for God's sake.

###

By the time I waded ashore Katie had cleaned the snapper and was sitting on the front porch talking to Bel. Bel lay on her back in direct sun, her skin soft from the heat.

"Good swim?" Bel asked, shading her eyes. I stood on the sand beyond the porch, dripping water.

"I might go every morning. I feel great."

Bel moved the hand shading her eyes, nodded. "You look great, too." Then she ignored me. "Oil me," she said to Katie, rolling onto her front. Bel reached back and unclipped her bikini top, lifted up a little and tossed it to one side. Katie reached for the sun lotion, tipped some into her palm. She still wore the gauzy sun dress over her bikini, the dress now dry. She leaned over and started working the lotion into Bel's shoulders. Bel hummed and turned her head to one side away from me so I couldn't see her face.

When Katie reached the small of Bel's back she poured more lotion, worked it in, pushing her fingertips down inside Bel's bikini bottoms.

"Legs too?" Katie asked.

Bel nodded and Katie moved position.

I was dry enough to sit on the lounger so I did, pulling my knees up. I wasn't sure which was sexier, the way Bel lay passive beneath Katie's hands, obviously enjoying the attention, or the way Katie's hands moved over Bel's skin. An impossible choice. When she was done Katie closed the bottle of lotion and lay on her front on the lounger.

"You want some oil?" Bel said into her cushions, voice muffled, as soft as her limbs.

"You offering?"

"Nope. I honestly don't think I can move. Joe will though."

Katie turned her head and looked at me. A hint of that same pained expression still showed on her face and I expected her to refuse Bel's offer, but Katie said, "Would you, Joe? You don't mind?"

"Sure." I had stopped pretending I didn't want this thing, whatever it was that was building between the three of us. I knelt beside Katie's lounger, reached over her for the bottle on sun lotion, my belly brushing Katie's ass.

I poured the clear cream onto my palms and started on Katie's shoulders. When I reached the strap of her bikini top I worked my fingers under it, moved on.

"Undo her, Joe," Bel said.

I looked at my wife. Her head was turned to watch. "That's up to Katie, isn't it?"

"Undo me, Joe," Katie said. "We're all pals here."

My fingers shook as I fumbled with the clasp on Katie's top but eventually it snapped free, tension in the too small top. Katie made no effort to discard it but her back now lay naked from nape to ass. I worked my way down, copying Katie's actions on Bel and pushing my fingertips down inside her bikini briefs. Katie's skin was hot under by fingers, hot and soft and smooth.

"Legs too?"

Katie nodded. I started at her feet, remembering the way her sole had felt against me, worked my way up, unsure where to stop but Katie lay slack beneath me and I reached the top of her thighs, swerved around their junction before capping the bottle.

"Mmm," Katie murmured.

I lay on my lounger, face down, my rigid cock pressing against the cushion, wondering if I might be about to come. It was Sunday, only our second day at the cabin, and the rest of that day the two girls went around in only their bikini bottoms. Gradually I grew used to the sight, but it always aroused me. Bel's breasts were shapely, deep curved beneath, their aureola and nipples dark. Katie's were smaller, the pale nipples more uptilted so it seemed they were turning toward the sun.

As the sun cast colors onto the western sky we sat out back and ate snapper baked in salt with a simple salad. Katie had slipped her sun dress on but remained almost naked beneath and I tried to ignore the fact. Bel sat at the end of the table as she had since we arrived, leading the conversation, blatant in her near-nudity.

Katie and Bel washed the dishes because I had cooked. By the time they came out the sky was dark and I lay on the lounger, my eyes growing heavy. Surf sounded loud and a wind was starting to get up. Far, far out over the ocean an occasional flash lit the sky like a distant photograph. A storm was running too far out for the sound of thunder to reach shore.

Bel sat on the edge of my lounger and rested her hand on my chest. I stroked the skin along her side, wanting to raise my hand to her breast but aware of Katie sitting close.

"Katie and I were talking," Bel said.

Her skin was velvet beneath my fingers. In light spilling from the cabin I saw her nipples start to change, their crinkled surface smoothing as they filled.

"Mm-hm?" I said.

"We're going skinny dipping." Bel finished on a giggle. I hadn't heard her sound so young.

"Mm-hm?" I said again. Always the conversationalist.

"You coming?" She leaned over and kissed my shoulder, her voice soft, husky. Her breast pressed against my side.

"You're really both gonna get bare-ass naked?"

"Mm-hm," Bel said. The tone of this conversation was going stratospheric.

"And you want me to come too?"

"We do."

I noticed a slight emphasis on the we.

"Why not?"

Bel laughed, her mouth still against my shoulder. "I can think of lots of reasons, but none that should stop you."

Oh fuck.

Bel drew away, tucked her fingers into her bikini briefs and stripped them down. Her back was to the wide double sliding windows, shadowing her front, but I knew how smooth she was between her legs, noted the lack of shadow there. I lifted onto my elbow, glanced at Katie who sat sideways on her lounger. She stared back then pulled the thin sun dress over her head and stood. I expected her to turn away but she stayed facing me as she pulled at the slip of bikini briefs. They were too small, too tight, and she struggled to get them over her minimal hips, but she was determined. She stood side on to the light and it caught the trimmed bush masking her sex.

Then they stood there, waiting.

I knew what was going to happen if I removed my shorts, wondered what their reaction would be. Well, Bel's I might guess, but Katie?

Finally Bel said, "So we'll go our own. Just the two of us." She stepped away from me, took two steps and slid her arm around Katie's waist. Katie slid hers back around Bel. They stood there, naked as the day they were born, their bodies touching and it was all I could do not to groan.

"I'm coming." I said, but made no move to rise. I was waiting for them to start across the sand. No such luck.

Bel's hand stroked Katie's side. Katie's mouth creased into a smile, barely there, but she was amused... or pleased.

"We can stand here all night if you want to admire the view." Bel looked down at herself, down at Katie. "And all modesty aside, it's one hell of a view, don't you think?"

I nodded dumbly. It was. And there was no let out so I swung my feet onto the wooden planks and stood up and before I could change my mind stripped my trunks down and stepped out of the puddle around my ankles. My cock swung heavy between my legs and I saw Bel glance down. Her turn to smile. Maybe the water would make it soften.

Bel slipped away from Katie and walked past me, her hand trailing my belly. I turned and followed and Katie caught me up, fell into step beside me.

"I wish my ass looked as good as Bel's," she said, as though we were talking about the weather.

I studied Bel's ass, then made a show of dropping back and studying Katie's. She laughed and put her hands over her backside.

"Cheating."

"You raised the subject. And besides, you've got a great ass. It's different, sure, but still great." I caught up with her.

"How can you say that? Bel's is..." Katie searched for words, used her hands to make an hourglass in the air. "Curvy. Full..." She stared for a moment then said, "See how it jiggles? My ass sure don't jiggle."

I made to drop back again and she grabbed me.

"That's the wonderful thing about women," I said. "They can all be completely and utterly different and at the same time every one is perfect. It's impossible to compare."

Bel was jinking from side to side as she walked, getting further ahead. I guess Katie and I had slowed as we talked. It looked like Bel was trying to walk on the ridges of sand made by the tide.

"So my ass isn't so bad then?"

"You've got a great ass."

"Even for a sister?"

I shrugged, though it was too dark for Katie to see. "A great ass is a great ass. What's being related got to do with it?"

"I thought you weren't meant to look at me that way."

"Because you're my sister?"

Katie nodded and I only caught the movement because her hair was so light against the sky. More lightning flashed, still far out, the storm sitting beyond the horizon.

"Even sisters can have beautiful asses."

Katie giggled. I liked the sound. She was usually so serious.

"You think?"

"I know. The evidence is incontrovertible, your honor."

She giggled again and knocked against me, then her arm was around my waist and she kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, Joe. I love you to pieces."

Luckily she ran to join Bel, grabbed her hand and they both sprinted toward the water. I watched the asses and honestly couldn't choose between them, wondered if I needed to. Bel's hair-brained notion was getting closer to coming true, and the idea lodged in my mind like a pebble, smooth and round and enticing.

The girls hit the water and dove in, moving like dolphins as they stroked out. I walked, thinking, waded in until the water covered my obvious arousal then swam out to them. They were standing on the sandy bottom, the water rising and falling over their breasts, lifting the weight of Bel's, kissing the curves of Katie's. Once more they had their arms around each other. The water was almost blood heat and any hope I had of the cold killing my erection was gone. Bel waved me closer, pulled me into their arms as if they'd been planning the move. Bel moved against me, rubbing her belly against my cock. Her hand slid along my back and down to my ass. I was surprised when Katie's arm went around me too, pulling me tight against her. Her weight changed as she lifted her feet from the sand and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her soft pubic bush pressed against my hip and she briefly ground against me, her head resting against my shoulder.

We clung there as waves moved past, increasing the arousal of us all. I kissed Bel, lightly at first and then harder. She lifted her hand from my ass and held my chin, tilting my head. Bel drew back, turned my head toward Katie and I knew what she wanted. Katie still pressed against my waist. I placed a hand in the small of her back, encouraged her movement. Bel combed her fingers through Katie's hair, using the move to turn her head. Our mouths were inches apart. Thunder sounder, a sudden, deep rumble. I saw beyond Katie's shoulder the storm had moved inland. Lighting split and cracked onto the ocean, each flash followed half a minute later by thunder.




The Cabin



"We need to go in," I said.

Bel nodded. Her breathing was labored. "Yes."

"The storm," I said. "A storm's coming."

She kissed my earlobe and said, "Yes," again.

She wasn't listening. "A storm is coming right at us."

Lightning arced down, closer, the thunder pursuing it fast. I knew the danger of being in the ocean during a storm and pulled back, holding onto a hand of each of them, dragging them after me. Katie recognized the danger first and looked back. Dark clouds blotted out the stars, their bellies illumined in patches from town lights along the Keys. As we splashed through the shallows the wind picked up and a first pattering of rain hustled past.

Katie went around the side of the cabin to use the outside shower. Bel knelt in front of me as I sat on the lounger.

"She wants you, Joe," she whispered, although Katie couldn't hear us. The wind rattled against the cabin but the porch sheltered us from the worst. Bel didn't seem to want to go in yet.

"I can't." I shook my head, convinced this was more Bel's need than Katie's or mine. "I love you, Bel."

She stared at me. "I know, baby. I love you too. But this is..." She stopped, unable to find the words to express her need. Her need. Not mine, not Katie's, but Bel's. She pushed me back onto the lounger, leaned over and took my cock into her mouth in a single rapid lunge. I grabbed her hair, trying to pull her away. Finally she came, reluctant. Her mouth had worked it's magic and my cock stuck up along my belly, glistening along half it's length.

"Come to bed," I whispered.

Bel shook her head, pushed me across and lay on the edge of the lounger. Rain pattered against the wooden roof above us. Wind moaned through a drainpipe. Katie padded around the side of the house, pulling her sun dress over her nakedness, only serving to make the gauzed body beneath even sexier. She perched on the edge of her lounger and pushed fingers through her wet hair. A flash of lightning lit the porch, moments later thunder rumbling, filling my chest with pressure. Bel's body hid my arousal from Katie, but her own face was flushed, a looseness in her eyes I recognized from Bel when she wanted sex real bad. Not now, I promised myself. Not tonight. But tomorrow? I didn't know. Guilt and need fought inside me, and I feared I knew which would win.

Bel stroked my cock. From beyond her Katie watched Bel's arm move, knowing what she was doing.

"Fuck me," Bel said, loud enough for Katie to hear.

I tried to lift her away. "Let's go to bed."

"No. Here. Fuck me here."

I looked across her to Katie, trying to make an apology in my face, but she wasn't looking at me. Instead she stared at Bel's body.

Bel rolled off the lounger, pushed me hard enough to knock me off the other side. She grabbed the cushions and laid them on the pine floor. Rain fell steadily now beyond the porch, wetting the edge of the boards. Bel dragged me, laid me on my back, my head toward Katie who continued to sit watching, her face expressionless other than the undercurrent of arousal filling her eyes. My cock jutted rigid across my belly, the head above my navel. Bel sat across my legs and leaned forward, gripped me and took me inside her mouth again. I looked back over myself at Katie. The slip of a sun dress hid nothing, the light cast from the living room caught her side on and turned what little material there was transparent. Her right foot lay in the rain but she didn't notice.

Bel forced more of my cock into her mouth than ever before and I heard a muffled gag. I was burning to come but tried holding back. The situation was too erotic to stop and I feared shooting my load might cause that. Although the way I felt I didn't think ejaculating would be the end.

I looked down at Bel working my cock, its entire length wetted. As she lifted her head a string of saliva joined my glans to her full bottom lip.

Bel was staring past me at Katie.

Bel climbed along my body, lifted up and positioned my cock at the entrance to her sex. She hung there a moment before pressing down. She was hot and moist and tight and I turned my head aside trying not to explode. Bel began to rock against me. She grabbed my hands and lifted them to her breasts. I pulled her nipples hard and she gasped, ground down harder. I lifted up and pulled a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. When I dropped back Katie had her hand beneath her dress, touching herself. Her left leg was parted, her thighs wide, and she was rubbing the entrance to her pussy.

Bel leaned onto me, lying flat, pressing her breasts against my chest. I kissed her, the taste of my cock on her mouth turning me on even more. Bel reached above my head, straining, reaching for Katie's foot. I arched back, trying to see. Katie's eyes were on the two of us, on our junction, but then she noticed. She shifted position, stretching her leg out and Bel's fingers closed around her ankle. A tiny smile lifted the corner of Katie's mouth.

I lifted my hips, lifting Bel's weight with me, then rocked back. We moved six inches closer to Katie and Bel's fingers slid higher along Katie's leg. I repeated the move. A foot. Eighteen inches. Two feet. My head now lay between Katie's knees. Bel leaned across and kissed the inside of Katie's thigh. Katie removed her fingers from her pussy, gripped the hem of the sundress and raised it over her head, discarded it on the floor.

Lightning stuttered, capturing her in a photographic image, back arched, head back, body displayed.

I reached above my head and grasped her other foot, the one wetted with rain and she moved it closer to me and put her fingers back inside herself. I saw every move, the opening of her labia, the damp inner pinkness, the engorged nub of her clitoris. I smelled the arousal coming from her. I was so close to coming, so determined to hold on. Bel had no such inhibition. She was peaking already. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Her stomach clenched tight and she shook against me. Her hand slid higher on Katie's leg, heading to join my sister's fingers at the junction of her thighs.

Bel cried out. Her fingers brushed the back of Katie's hand. I raised my own along her thigh.

Katie stiffened, her face changing, and I thought she was peaking too, but no. She stood suddenly, stiffly, and walked out naked into the rain.

Bel hardly noticed. She was beyond all restraint now, ready to come again. She ground against me, lifted until I was almost all the way out then plunging down. She pulled on my nipples, pressed on my face and licked inside my ear. She came again then rolled clear.

"Fuck my mouth," she gasped. "Come inside my mouth."

She lay on the bare wooden boards and I knelt across her and laid the head of my cock against her lips. She held them closed, promising resistance, and I pressed until they parted, almost losing it in the process.

I rocked into Bel's mouth, taking my weight against the edge of Katie's lounger, my body stiff as I fucked Bel's mouth. Almost there, so very nearly there.

Katie re-appeared beyond the porch, just visible in the edge of the light cast from inside. Water poured across her body from the rain. She grasped the side on the porch, one leg raised as her fingers worked deep inside her. She had returned, staying out of reach, but ready to come with us. Her eyes locked onto my cock where it stroked between Bel's lips. Her fingers moved in time to my thrusts. I stared up at her, wanting Katie to see me looking at her but her gaze was locked below my waist. Her mouth hung open, hair plastered against her skull, body steaming beneath warm rain.

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. I grasped my cock, trying to hold on a second more and failing.

My first explosion gushed inside Bel's mouth and she swallowed, the movement opening her jaw and when I came a second time it was across her lips. I heard Katie gasp and looked up. Her legs were shaking, four fingers thrust deep between her legs, her body barely able to stand upright but her eyes still locked onto my cock. I kneeled back and gripped myself, stroking, a third jet arcing from me to splash above Bel's head. Katie stared, out of control, then raised her eyes to lock onto mine. I stared back into hers as I ejaculated a final time onto Bel's breasts. Katie lifted a hand to her own, as though I had splashed onto her.

I love you, I mouthed silently, and Katie turned her head aside.

Bel wriggled, trying to take my softening cock into her mouth. I allowed her for a moment then drew back, rose and returned the scattered cushions to the lounger and lay back. My body was soft and I felt sleepy. After a minute Bel rose and dropped onto her own lounger. I put an arm across my face, waiting. Two more minutes passed before Katie returned. She walked past us into the house and I thought she had gone, but a moment later she returned, toweling the rain from her body. When she was dry she stood, the towel hanging from her fist. She looked at me, at my body, then toward Bel.

"When did you shave yourself, Bel?"

Bel looked down. "Waxed, my dear, not shaved."

Katie smiled.

"Okay. When did you wax yourself. My dear?"

It was as if nothing had happened. Except here were the three of us naked discussing Bel's wax job.

"Friday before we came down," Bel said.

Katie perched on the edge of her lounger, leaning forward. Bel moved to offer Katie a better view.

"Hurt?"

"Like all hell."

Katie nodded. "So why?"

"It feels sexy."

"Does it..." Katie stopped, looked up at Bel, across to me. "What's it like when Joe goes down on you?"

Bel nodded. "That feels so good."

Katie glanced at me. "And Joe likes it?"

"I think so."

"I do," I said.

Katie glanced down at herself. "I've never been brave enough to go that far."

Bel laughed huskily. "Didn't take no courage, hon."

"Besides, I haven't got anyone to do it for." Katie sat back, lifted her legs onto the lounger.

We were silent a while, only the sound of the rain on the porch roof, then Bel said, "You sure about that, Kate?"

###

Tuesday morning was like the night before never happened.

The storm blew around us until the small hours before fading into the east. When I rose at eight the sand was wet and the waves small. The tail end of the storm hung strips of cloud over the sky but already the air was warm. I woke Katie as I walked through the living room and she mumbled and stood up, wrapping the sheet around herself but failing to hide anything at all. She padded past me into the bedroom and lay on the bed, rolled to her side. I closed the door gently.

As I sat out back eating breakfast Bel came and kissed my ear. "I'm taking the car into town. I've got some shopping I need to do."

"Sure. You want us to come?"

"Stay here, keep Katie company."

"I meant we could all go into town."

"You need anything?"

I shook my head. 

"Stay then. Katie needs the relaxation."

"She seemed pretty relaxed last night."

Bel gave me a look as though she had no idea what I meant. Had she been so far out of it? No. Impossible.

When Bel had gone I washed our dishes and walked along the beach. We were the only people on this entire spit of sand. Some years when we used to come down a storm would have washed some of the spit away, but the year after the current had rebuilt it. I think old man Turner was the only one crazy enough to build anything out here. By the time the government turned the rest of the island into a nature reserve he was immovable.

My first visit when I was six there had been no fresh water at all, we'd have to walk or drive three miles to fill an aluminum churn. No power, no services of any kind. I think that was what my folks liked. Katie and I barely noticed. We were kids. The ocean and the fishing and the sun were all we needed.

Over the years first a water butt was added to hold rainwater, which is still what we used to wash and drink from. In recent years the candles and oil lamps were replaced with low-voltage bulbs run from batteries charged by solar power. A high-end sewage unit was put in, the end product clear water.

Despite all the changes the place still felt like it used to when I was six, other-worldly, a million miles from civilization.

I jogged to the end of the spit, stood a while watching the fast current run out from the pond into the ocean. Fish jumped as something large cruised the deep channel. The last of the clouds were clearing and the sun was hot on my back. I turned and jogged back, sweating hard by the time I reached the cabin. There was no sign of Katie so I opened the bedroom door and peered inside. She was still asleep, the curtains pulled and the room dim. It was hot inside and I could smell her. As I was about to the shut the door she rolled onto her back, displayed naked for me.

"Hey, Joe," she mumbled. "What's time?"

"There is no time here," I said. "You want some juice?"

"Oh man, yeah, that sounds so good." She washed her face with her hands, made no attempt to cover herself, but when I returned with a frosted glass of orange the sheet had been pulled across her body. I handed her the glass and sat on the side of the bed. 

"Sleep well?"

Katie glugged half the orange, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Hey, sorry I stole your bed. I was so out of it."

"No problem. You can have our bed any time you want."

Katie gave me a look, emptied the orange. She leaned over to the nightstand and the sheet she had been clutching slipped free and she grabbed at it then laughed. "Ah, what the hell. After last night I guess I don't have much to keep secret, do I?"

"You remember?" I asked. "I'm not sure Bel does."

"Bel remembers," Katie said. She lay back on the pillows, her arms behind her head, the sheet creased around her waist. She patted the bed. "Talk to me, Joe, like we used to."

I put my legs on the bed, arranged the pillows behind my back so I could sit up and look at Katie. I still loved my wife, but now I wanted Katie in the worst kind of way, not yet sure if she wanted that as well, scared she might not, scared she might.

"Did we used to talk?"

Katie swatted me with the back of her hand.

"We used to talk about everything, didn't we? When did we stop, Joe?"

I shrugged. "I guess when you went away, when I met Bel."

"You had other girlfriends before Bel though."

"Sure. But Bel's different."

Katie chuckled. "I know that. I think I could probably reel off all your old girlfriends still."

"You can? I'm not sure I can do that myself."

Katie started ticking them off on her fingers. "Susan Lorca. Angie Marks. Who was the one with the enormous tits? Patti? Matti?"

"Betsy."

Katie laughed. "Yeah. Betsy. Man, she was stacked. Did you ever get to cop a feel of those babies?"

"Sure."

"And were they everything they promised?"

"And more."

Katie rolled onto her side and snuggled against me.

"I don't remember any of your boyfriends," I said. "You never talked about them."

"Because I didn't have any." Katie draped her arm across my waist. Innocent, I'm sure.

I turned my head to look at her. "None at all?"

She shook her head. "None worth mentioning."

"You must have had some!"

"Why? Don't you remember, I was the nerdy one. Braces. Tomboy."

"Even so..."

Katie shrugged.

"I guess you turned out okay in the end though."

"You think so?"

"Sure. You ain't got Bel's ass, but you're not so bad."

Katie punched me. When she put her arm back it was lower than before.

"We could always talk about anything, couldn't we, Joe?"

"I guess we could."

"Mm." She had started idly stroking my naked belly. "So we going to talk about last night too?"

"Last night?"

She pulled the hairs where they ran down the middle of my stomach. "Don't pretend, Joe. Did you mean for that to happen or was it all Bel's idea?"

"What makes you think it was Bel?"

She tugged at the hair below my navel again, soft this time.

"I thought so."

"I never said it was."

"You just confirmed it, Joe." Katie giggled. "It's OK, Joe, I'm all grown up now. I didn't have to do what I did. You didn't have to do what you did either." She giggled again.

"What?" I said.

"Although, at the end there, it looked like you did have to do what you did."

I wasn't sure I was comfortable talking about this, but Katie seemed in command. All my women seemed to be in command this week. I was looking forward to getting back to work so I could boss someone around.

"You didn't mind?" I asked. "Watching?"

Katie shook her head, closer to me now. She had draped one leg over mine, her knee close to my balls. The sheet had slipped further and little separated her from my skin. I wished I'd come to bed with more than my running shorts on, but it was too late now.

"Did it look like I minded?"

"Why?" I asked.

Katie frowned. She tugged at me, wanting me to lie on my side facing her. I was too weak to resist. We lay face to face, the scent of her breath against me.

"Why what?"

"Why did you watch? Did it turn you on?"

She nodded. "Of course it did, doofus."

She hadn't called me that in a while. I lay my hand against her waist, her skin warm, damp with sweat. I imagined the salt taste of her beneath my tongue. Katie's hand traced my ribs, the muscles along my chest.

"You know, you turned out pretty good. I don't remember you ever being this buff."

"It's all gym," I said.

"I like it." She planted a kiss on my chest, an inch to the right of my nipple, then licked her tongue across me. "You taste salty."

"I've been running."

"I'm sweating too. I bet I taste salty as well."

"Bel's gone into town," I said.

"I thought I heard the car," Katie said, but her her face said something different because I hadn't followed through on the conversation. "Don't you want to lick me as well?"

"Is that allowed?"

Katie ran her tongue across my chest again, across my nipple which went hard, sensitive. She giggled. "Men do that too?" She rubbed her thumb over the tiny peak. "Of course it's allowed. It's not like I asked you to fuck me, is it?"

My hand circled the small of her back, the firmness of her muscle, the softness of her skin. "Isn't it?"

She kissed the top of my belly, ran a hand along the fine line of hair that ran down the center, stopped above the waist of my shorts. She mumbled something against my skin I failed to catch.

"What you say?" She had moved, half lying on her front, one small breast pressed against my ribs. I stroked along her back, up to the nape of her neck, back down to her waist... beyond, the curve of her narrow ass a bloom beneath my fingers and Katie shuddered.

She lifted up. "I said, if you want to, you can, you know."

I swallowed. Katie's fingers teased at the elastic of my shorts, working the waist down. My cock was a long ridge against the cotton.

"Would that be such a good idea?"

"Seems like it right now, sure. Seems like it to you too, I think." Her fingers traced the ridge of my cock and she smiled as it twitched beneath her touch.

"I dunno, Katie."

She had slipped down the bed, kissed my belly, tugged at my shorts. She lifted the waistband and peered inside.

"You got a real nice cock, Joe. Why do you still call me Katie?"

"It's your name." She let the elastic of my shorts snap back, then changed her mind and lifted it again, blew hot air down inside and I almost came there and then.

"Can I take these off, Joe? Everyone else calls me Kate, you know that."

"You'll always be Katie to me."

"I will?"

"Take 'em off if you want."

"If you want, Joe. Do you want?"

I nodded but she couldn't see me. She felt the movement, turned her head, and I nodded again and she grinned.

"Cool."

She worked the shorts down, going slow. She lifted the waistband and eased it down. The head of my cock appeared. A clear bead of pre-cum gathered from the central slit, grew and slid down. Katie licked her lips, worked the waist down more until the base of my cock appeared, my ball sack. I lifted my hips to help her and she left my shorts around my legs.




The Cabin



I kissed the nape of her neck, finally tasting the salt on her skin and she moaned appreciation.

"I don't know anything about you, Joe," she said. Her fingers traced the line of hair as it broadened into my pubic bush. Her hand deliberately avoided my cock. "I don't know what you like, what turns you on, where you like being touched, what you like being done to you, what you like to do."

"Well I guess I never found the right time to tell you, did I." My hand found the side of her breast, traced the small weight. Her nipples had lengthened and I wanted them against my mouth. I shifted a little so I could reach but Katie moved at the same time, getting her face closer to my cock.

"I think it'd be fun to find out, don't you?"

"The two of us?"

Her fingernail ran across my balls and she shrugged, the move placing her breast inside my palm.

"Three of us, if you like." Katie knew. Of course Katie knew. She had an IQ of ten zillion, how would she not know?

"Have you ever, you know... been with another woman?"

"Are we talking sex stuff again, Joe?"

I laughed, couldn't help it. "Did we stop?"

"What would you say if I told you I want to put your cock in my mouth?"

"I'd say, are you sure? So I guess the answer is no."

"I can't?"

"You've never been with another woman."

"Didn't say that, did I? Thought you were talking about my suggestion of filial fellatio."

"I knew all that education wasn't a waste."

Katie flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. I watched her do it, saw the pink tip of her tongue reach out and touch me, saw the bead of pre-cum roll onto her tongue and she took it back into her mouth and tasted.

"Sweet," she said. "Like sugar water. Are all men sweet like that?"

"How the hell do you expect me to know that?"

"You wanted to know if I'd ever been with another woman. So, Joe, you ever been with a man? Ever done this to a man?" She took the head of my cock between her lips. It felt different to Bel, different and the same. I twisted my fingers in Katie's hair and pulled her away.

"Don't," I gasped.

"I want to," she said, trying to return to her target. Her fingers closed around me, stroked.

"No," I said. "I nearly came."

"So?"

"In your mouth."

"So?"

I let go her hair, but Katie sat up and looked at me. "You know what, Joe, if this is going to work you need to do something for me too."

"I can?"

She pulled a face. "Duh."

Without breaking eye contact I slid my hand down her belly and cupped her mons.

Katie nodded. "Yeah, something like that. Sorry I'm not elegantly smooth like Bel, but I can shave if you want."

"You don't need to."

"Bel's hot, isn't she?"

"And getting hotter."

"If we do this—"

"If?"

"Okay. When we do this, I don't want it to affect you and Bel." Katie was moving against my hand now. I was ready for her mouth around my cock again but didn't want to appear pushy.

"You know Bel wants to fuck you as well?"

Katie nodded, finally turned her attention back to my erection. "I guessed she did."

"How d'you feel about that?"

Katie kissed the tip of my cock. I slid further along the bed, grabbed her waist and lifted and turned so we were top to toe. I kissed her thighs, breathed in the scent of her excitement, stared at the evidence damping her thighs. She lifted one leg to give me access and I kissed her higher still. Katie took my cock back into her mouth and I groaned.

"I wasn't kidding. I think I'm gonna blow any second if you do that."

Katie nodded, not releasing the hold her lips had around me. I knew I couldn't hold out for long so I planted my mouth against her pussy and opened her labia with my tongue. God, she was wet... so wet. Her taste flooded my mouth and I felt her jerk, wondered if she was as aroused as me. I cupped the cheeks of her ass inside my palms and pulled her harder onto my tongue. Katie took more of my cock.

From beyond the bedroom window we both heard a car pull up. The engine ran a moment then died.

I tried to sit up but Katie continued to swallow my cock, taking more and more into her mouth. I had no idea how she could do that. I grabbed her head and pulled.

"Bel's back."

Katie finally let go. My cock quivered and I knew I had been about to let rip.

"She knows," Katie said.

"Knowing and discovering me with my cock buried down your throat are two different things."

"I hadn't got you down my throat. Yet."

I shook my head. "We need to go slow."

Katie laughed. "Fuck, Joe, I think I was just about there. If you can't finish me off I'm going into the shower to do myself." She rolled out of bed, pulling her sheet with her. I fumbled my running shorts back over my cock. Bel came into the house, went to the kitchen then came into the bedroom. She carried a small bag, opened her nightstand drawer and dropped it in.

"Did you come back to bed?" She glanced at the disarray of the pillows, her face expressionless.

"I was talking to Katie. You know how she comes in here once we're up."

Bel glanced down at my cock, an obvious ridge, impossible to miss.

"Talking?" She sat on the side of the bed, pushed her hand inside my shorts and smiled. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue wild against mine. "Mm, you taste of pussy."

"Last night," I said. "Your pussy."

She smiled, pretending to believe the lie. She worked my shorts down and knelt beside the bed, tugging me onto my side. She took my cock into her mouth, then stopped, waiting. I started to rock between her lips. Bel stayed a solid force and I speeded up, more than ready. Thirty seconds, no more, before I cried out and emptied into her. When I was done Bell sat back, wiped her mouth with her hand and stood.

"You were ready for me to come home, I see."

"Bel..." I started, but she only grinned and left the room. I pulled my shorts up yet again, guilt and excitement warring inside me.

When I came out Bel was laughing with Katie, who stood with a towel wrapped around her. Bel kissed Katie on the mouth, not a friend's kiss, something more, and I wondered if they would taste my cock on each other's lips. I thought it would be that day, but it wasn't. We seemed to each of us drift in the lethargy of impossible lust, waiting for something to trigger us.

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I woke in the small hours to the sound of surf and the need to pee. I slid from bed and crept outside, walked down to the water as I had my first night. The waves were bigger, making white lines that ran along the sand toward the point. I arced a long jet out into the water, shook and walked back. Katie stood in the doorway, watching me return. Three days had passed. We had swum naked again, sunbathed naked, but nothing else happened. It was as if we were all waiting, none of us ready to make the first move.

As I went to move past Katie caught my wrist, turning me toward her, coming inside my arms, her mouth hungry for mine.

"I'm going crazy, Joe," she whispered against my ear. "I want you so bad. Or were you only teasing the other day?" The content of her words jarred with the lethargy in her voice.

Her lean body was slim and smooth against mine, slack with fatigue.

I kissed her. "I want you too."

"Then take me, Joe. Take me now. Any way you want, fuck me."

I stroked her skin, so soft, so smooth, and shook my head.

"Not now. Not like this."

"Then how?" Her hand found my cock. I felt her shift, wanting to go to her knees, and held her upright.

"I don't know. Let me work it out, please. I'll work something out."

Katie leaned back, staring into my eyes. She shook her head, and I saw the lack of belief there. She slipped from my arms and padded back to the fold down bed and lay down, turning away from me.

I went to close the bedroom door and then, without really working out why, left it open. Sleep was impossible, I knew.

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Splintered sunlight crazed the bedroom walls when I opened my eyes. I groaned. Not at the light but at the sensation in my cock. I started to sit up but Bel's hand pushed me down. She grunted something, unable to speak clearly because her lips were stretched around my cock. I tried again, twisting my fingers in her luxuriant hair and again she pushed me away, determined. What the fuck... I stopped fighting and gave in, half propped on the pillows, watching her beautiful mouth work my cock, the shine of saliva along my length, knowing it wouldn't take long. Bel's legs had slipped over the end of the bed, her body slipped between my thighs, her concentration entirely on pleasuring my cock.

A shadowed movement beyond the open bedroom door lifted my gaze.

Katie passed across the outer room, naked, her face creased by sleep, her eyes half-lidded. As she passed she glanced through the door. She barely hesitated, disappeared from sight.

Bel pressed down hard, trying for everything, but we'd tried this before and she started to gag and had to pull back.

I wanted to pull her up, turn her around and lick her ass, but I knew the mood she was in and allowed her to continue. The sensation of her hot mouth and tongue along my cock was exquisite. I looked beyond her, waiting for Katie to re-appear.

She was a while and I was starting to worry I'd peak before she returned. I wanted to slow Bel down, but how could I tell her the reason, that I wanted my sister to witness my little death?

Katie's lean figure crossed the door, slanted, splintered sunlight catching her body in slats, sparking through her pale pubic thatch. She moved beyond and disappointment flooded me, allowing my excitement to draw back. Bel might be starting to wonder why I hadn't come yet, but she showed no suspicion. I knew she loved sucking me. She had told me she could suck my cock for hours if only I didn't have to come. She whispered to me sometimes how I tasted, letting me taste myself on her mouth, of how it felt to have my rigid shaft against her tongue, sliding between her lips. Then Katie returned.

She had drawn the sheet she rarely slept beneath around her but it hid little. Her right breast revealed itself, pink nipple tipped, the center rigid, looking almost painful. The sheet draped her body as she leaned against the doorjamb. Her gaze locked on Bel's mouth. From her extra height Katie saw over Bel's ass and back, saw my cock drawn between her lips.

Katie's hand burrowed beneath the sheet to find that magical sensitive spot lying between her thighs.

As her arm began to move she looked up, directly at me, and smiled. She gave a tiny nod, as though offering permission.

It was all I needed. I had come violently before, but now with Katie watching, with Bel's mouth stretched around me it was as though some seismic force had been tapped. It started deep back in my ass, flooded my balls and spread along my cock. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to see everything: Katie, Bel, my cock... everything. But the force was too much and my eyes rolled back as my cum filled Bel's mouth. I heard her cough, felt warmth on my belly and knew she had been unable to take it all. When I opened my eyes Bel's chin dripped with cum and my belly was streaked. Beyond her Katie's sheet had slipped and she leaned naked against the door jamb, shuddering. A gasp escaped her and Bel turned to the sound.

Had I been less wasted I would have studied her reaction more closely, because this was the pivotal moment, the one Bel had maneuvered for since that first night she asked me did I want to fuck my sister. Then I had been unsure. Now, lying sated on top of the sheets, I knew the answer.

"Kate," Bel whispered, holding her hand out.

Katie hesitated. She didn't glance in my direction, her eyes focused solely on Bel.

"It's all right," Bel said. "Come to us."

Us. Not me, but us.

I watched Katie, her beautiful body loose from coming, her hand still cupped between her thighs, and my cock twitched and began to fill once more.

Katie pushed herself away from the door and walked slowly toward the bed. She knelt beside it, beside Bel, and touched her shoulder. Bel turned her head. Katie leaned forward. I watched their lips touch, lightly at first, then each became more demanding. Katie's hand slid from Bel's shoulder and discovered a breast. Bel responded, stroking Katie until her nipples grew even more tipped.

I could have felt excluded, their attention so focused on each other there was little room for anyone else, but I didn't. This moment had been building ever since we arrived. Ever since Bel first mentioned the idea. I had not believed this possible, a fantasy for her and me both, but now it was here, Bel and Katie's mouths locked together, their hands all over each other. I lay on my side and watched, entranced.

Katie pushed Bel away, held her at arms length as Bel tried to close the gap again.

Katie shook her head. Bel frowned.

"Not yet," Katie said. "I want to, but not yet. First..." She stopped, glanced in my direction. My cock had grown hard watching, jutted against my belly, the tip dampening the already tousled sheets. "First I want to watch Joe fuck you."

Bel's face, already flushed, reddened further, the color leaching into her chest. I wriggled across and sucked one of her nipples between my teeth, bit lightly and she gasped. I felt Katie's fingers against my chin as she cupped Bel's pendulous, heavy breast. I drew back and kissed my sister's fingertips.

"Unh," Bel said, and climbed onto the bed. "Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast and..." Her words trailed away as I kissed her. I pulled her across me, her pussy wet on my belly, moved across the bed to leave room for Katie. I licked Bel's neck and shoulder, lifted her to kiss her nipple, the one already wetted, and then the other. She made a grunt far back in her throat and I lifted, kissing my way down her belly, drawing her up until her legs parted around my shoulders and I dipped my tongue into her dripping sex. She kept coming and I fought to maintain contact but she moved, sliding up me and I realized what she wanted, what we did in the secrecy of our own bedroom. She wanted me to lick her ass. In front of Katie. The idea excited me beyond belief, beyond restraint. I knew how much she liked it and lifted her, my hands tight around her waist, and flipped her over.

"Oh Joe..." I was Katie who spoke. I glanced across. She lay on her side on the bed, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs. She saw me looking and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Are you going to fuck her?"

I shook my head. "Something else. Something Bel loves." I lifted her hips, Bel's body soft in my grasp. She didn't want to ask, but her body was doing the asking for her.

"What does she love?" Katie moved a little closer. The aroma in the hot bedroom was incredible, three bodies exuding the scent of sex, the sun against the thick walls, light beating against drapes. Sweat slicked all our bodies and I licked the beads from Bel's ass cheek and she moaned.

"This," I said. "Bel loves this." I parted the cheeks of her ass to expose the perfect pink bud of her anus, leaned in and ran my tongue along the crack of her ass, starting at her perineum, passing over her bud and extending to the small of her back.

"No," Bel moaned when my tongue passed her most sensitive spot.

"Oh sweet mother of god," Katie sighed.

I moved back, my tongue circling, teasing, playing, and Bel lifted her hips. I pushed my hand beneath, thrust my thumb into her pussy and cradled her clitoris against my palm, rocking. My tongue wetted, circled, finally reached the point Bel craved and I stiffened my tongue and probed into her asshole.

"Ahh..."

"Oh dear lord." Katie wriggled closer. Her shoulder pushed against mine. She wanted to see everything. I pushed harder, opening Bel and Katie said, "That looks so hot. So fucking hot. Are you going to fuck her?"

"In the ass?"

"Mm." Katie nodded. "Of course in the ass. Do you? Are you? Of god, Joe, I want to see that."

"We don't... we've never..." My words emerged muffled, my tongue continuing to do its work.

"She's so wet now. You could do it, put your cock there, you know you could."

Bel's head was turned to one side, pressed into the pillows, her eyes closed, an almost painful expression on her beautiful face. Katie reached out, touched Bel's neck with her fingers, ran them beneath her body, pushing, searching for a breast but Bel didn't move. Katie withdrew her hand, moved it out and then back. Her fingers tangled with mine, then pushed them away.

"Let me," Katie said. I withdrew my hand and Katie's fingers entered Bel. Katie's breast pressed against my arm and I wanted to kiss it, to kiss her, but not as much as I wanted my cock in my wife's ass.

I knelt behind her, my tongue withdrawing and Bel groaned. "No, Joe, don't stop."

I placed my thumb against her ass and pushed. Bel moaned and nodded and mumbled a yes. I probed inside her. She was wet from my tongue, and I leaned over and let more saliva drip onto the point where my thumb entered her, worked it in. Katie was beside me, any closer and she would be fucking Bel.

"The nightstand, Joe. Do it, Joe. Oh fuck, you have to do it."

The nightstand? Then I recalled her placing a small package in there. What the hell?

I rolled sideways and opened the drawer, fumbled inside. Someone sucked my cock, and it could only be Katie, but when I looked back she was staring at Bel's ass, stroking the soft, round cheeks. I found the package and pulled it out, tipped the contents into my hand. A small bottle. I turned it over and read the label: Liquid Silk.

Hot skin against my shoulder. Katie was leaning over. She grabbed the bottle from me, laughing. This plan was going to hell in a handcart.

But Katie flipped the top and tipped the bottle over Bel, letting a bead drop directly into the centre of her puckered ring. Bel jerked as Katie's fingers spread the lube.

Bel had planned this all week. Bel wanted me to fuck her ass. Since Monday, anyway. Was that her reason for going into town, to buy this single small bottle? I tried to imagine her thoughts driving in, finding a shop, purchasing. Did it excite her? Scare her?

"Joe..." It was Katie. She stared at me, her finger and thumb wet from the lube, excitement in her face. "She wants you, Joe."

I shuffled closer, reached over and opened Bel with my thumb, and then I withdrew and placed the head of my cock where it had been. We had done this before, playing with the idea but never going further. Katie moved behind me and then I felt the length of her naked body against my back, the brush of her pubic hair against my ass and she was grinding against me.

"Fuck her," she whispered into my ear, her arm snaking around and circling my cock. "Fuck her sweet ass."

I pushed. The head of my cock met resistance, but the lube was doing it's work and the resistance was only tightness. Bel groaned, but not in pain, pleasure moving in waves through her. Katie rubbed my cock, tugging at me, wanting more. I pressed again. Bel's ass opened wider. The head of my cock opened her and suddenly I was inside, the tight ring of her ass closing around the ridge of my glans and the head of my cock was inside her ass and she pushed back wanting more.

Katie pressed against my back, rocked against my ass, pushing me. I applied more pressure, easing deeper. Is this what Bel had always wanted? She was rocking against me, each thrust moving her further back. I had no need to move because Bel was driving my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Katie had to remove her hand to allow me further penetration.

"I want to watch you come, Joe," Katie whispered. Her breasts pressed against my back and I reached around, cupping my hand against her back, pulling her against me. She writhed, half came around my body and I turned my head and kissed her, kissed her hard.

"And I want to fuck you next," I said.




The Cabin



We take a long drive into the mountains. You never once tell me where we are going. I am eager, and excited, waiting to see what the weekend holds for me. We finally arrive at a cozy, warm, and rustic cabin. I can instantly tell that you have planned the weekend perfectly.

After carrying our bags inside, and ensuring that we have all that we need, you kiss me deeply. Your hands tangle in my hair. I go slightly up on tip-toe, breathing in deeply through my nose while I taste your tongue deep in my mouth. We gradually, reluctantly, pull apart. You start the fire, getting it roaring and crackling so nicely. I go to the bed area, and organize our bags.

You have stepped out the door for a moment to get more firewood. While you are out, I quickly make a few adjustments. I move a chair in front of the fire (which has just been fed, so it's blazing beautifully). I turn out all other lights, and get naked. I wait quietly for your return. My pussy began clenching, in excitement, as I hear your boots crunching up the walk. 

As soon as you enter, you set down the load of wood...take off your jacket...and that's when you see me. Your eyes widen and you start to speak. I smile, and place a finger against your lips...shaking my head no. You grin and nod.

I take you by the hand, and lead you to the chair. Bringing you to the front of it...I gently ease you back until you are sitting. I notice the bulge growing in your pants...and I grin. Trailing one hand along your arm...I make my way around behind you. When I get there, I start teasing your neck with little sucking kisses...tickling with little flicks of my tongue. 

I slowly make my way around to the side of you...kissing, sucking, and licking all the exposed skin. When I get back to the front of you...I kneel just to the side of your knees. I reach up, and slowly start to release each button down the front if your shirt. I taste every inch of skin with my greedy tongue as I expose it.

Pushing the shirt aside, I take in a hard little bud of nipple between my teeth, ever so gently, licking with my tongue, blazing a trail across your tummy, moving myself between your legs as I go. I start tugging at your jeans with my teeth, opening the button after a moment. The feat made more difficult by the bulge straining under it. I push open the jeans. 

Much to my delight, your cock is popping up - eager to escape the final boundary. I help free you...clasping my hand around your girth, and guiding the treasure into my waiting, hungry mouth. Slowly trailing my tongue around the rim...down the shaft, and over and around your balls (after a brief moment where I manage to slide your jeans further off you). 

With light sucking and licking, I bring one delicious ball into my mouth...then swap it for the other. I lightly kiss your bag, and then trail my tongue back up your shaft...around the rim. I open wide, and take you in, a deep groan of satisfaction escaping me. Oh yeah...that's what I was looking for. I have found my treasure, my treat. 

Relaxing my throat, I take as much of you as I can. Sliding and slurping all along. Fast, slow. I keep thumping my tongue hard against your shaft as I slide up and down. I look up at your face, and see that you have your head thrown back. I sense you are near the brink, and pick up the pace. Wanting to taste what you have to offer. My pussy is now so wet that juices are soaking my thighs.

As I continue to suck, I take one hand away...and guide it between my own legs. Parting the lips, I slide my finger along my clit...causing my body to jump...and my sucking to grow more intense. I slide two fingers inside of me...and feverishly start to ride them as I suck slurp and slide on you. I feel you suddenly grow thicker in my mouth, and know that I'm about to receive my prize.

Your hand reaches out, grasps my braid firmly, tugging me harder onto your cock. I take you fully in, sliding as deep as I can. Suddenly you are pulsating in my mouth, your heated juice hitting the back of my mouth, and being sucked down my throat. I moan...and keep sucking...I don't want to miss a drop. As I feel you relax back into the chair...I use my tongue to thoroughly clean you.

Then sit back and smile. You reach toward me...running your fingers along my jaw...and tell me that now it is your turn.



The Cabin



This is my first attempt at writing. Please feel free to comment and send me pointers. If you like what I have written please vote . I would love to get a lot of 4 and 5 stars for this story. I hope you enjoy reading The Cabin as much as I did writing it. 

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Slowly the world starts coming back to me. I feel softness underneath me and warmth on my skin. I lie there and listen to the storm still raging outside, the crackle of the fire in the cabin, and my own breathing. These are the only sounds I hear. With caution I open my eyes. I am lying on a thick rug facing a fireplace. I slowly move my head and eyes as I take in my surroundings. It's only as I move my arms that I realize I am nude. With shock I bring my hand to my face. As I do I see that I am not entirely without clothing. I have a leather cuff on my wrist. On further inspection I notice its twin on my left wrist. I sit up quickly and feel something around my ankles. I don't really have to look but I can't help myself. Looking down I see matching cuffs on each ankle. Somehow these cuffs make me feel more exposed than having no clothes on.

With something this side of panic I scan the room. That's when I see you. Well, see your shadow, your form. You are sitting outside the light of the fire. All I can make out is you look to be fully clothed, seated with one leg crossed, your ankle over your knee. You are sitting and watching me. You haven't said a single word.

I take a deep breath to settle my nerves as best I can. I refuse to be one of those women you read about that cry and beg. That panic. Looking at the shadow I clear my throat and as calmly as I can I ask, "Who are you".

"You can call me, Sir". The reply is deep and instant. "And what is your name"?

Looking up from the rug my reply is slow and deliberate, "You can call me, Ma'am." I don't know what your game is but if you aren't giving anything away neither am I. I can almost hear the smile spread across your face. 

"No, I don't think I will be calling you that. What is your name?"

"If you don't like, Ma'am, you can always call me, Miss" I replied.

"You will give me your name before this night is over. I will very much enjoy wringing it out of that smart mouth of yours. Now stand up."

I stay where I am. I try my best to look unaffected by you when really I don't think my legs could support me at this time.

"I see we have a battle of wills. Let me assure you my will is stronger and I will win this battle and claim you as my prize. Now, stand up".

Again I stay seated. After a few seconds I see a light come on over a table. On the table are several different items. From the floor I have trouble making them out. Part of me doesn't want to know what they are, but another part does. I want to know what this sick bastard has in mind for me.

Kneeling, I am at a better height to see. What I don't realize the position this puts me in. I am on my knees, my hands are resting on my thighs, and my knees are slightly apart. From the shadows I hear a quick intake of breath. I don't have time to react to it as my eyes are taking in the contents of the table.

On the table is a black flogger that looks to be made of suede or leather, a black riding crop, a belt, also black, what looks to be a black leather paddle, and last of all a black bullwhip. I stare for a moment, not believing my eyes when the light goes out. Blinking I turn back to the shadow.

"Now you will do what I tell you, as soon as I tell you or the light will come on over one of the instruments on the table. I will start with the flogger and move up. As you can probably guess, it gets worse the farther it goes. Right now you have earned discipline from my hand if you don't want to make it worse I suggest you stand now."

My stubborn side is trying its best to stay with me but the items on the table have me shaking. My mind is spinning trying to figure out how I could get out of here. I start looking around the room but everything outside the fireplace light is in shadows and I can make out nothing else. All of a sudden a light comes on over the table. Without looking I know it is over the flogger just as you said it would be. Okay, I can stand, I can do that much. With as much calm as I can muster I slowly get to my feet. I stand there with my feet together; hands clasped in front of my most private area, and my head up. I refuse to look down, to cower.

"A little slow but you are learning. Now walk over to the two posts to your right. I want you to attach your ankle cuffs to the post and then your right wrist", you says not much above a whisper.

I look to my right and can just make out two floor to ceiling posts about three feet apart. Attached to the top and bottom of the post are pulleys. From the pulleys hang chains. Now I am really starting to get scared. So scared I have a sudden urge to use the restroom. I need a moment to think, gather my thoughts, hopefully find a way out of this mess and relieve myself. 

"Please, may I use your restroom?" I ask, as my face turns red. 

"You can use it where you stand" is your only reply.

The thought of peeing standing here is more than a little unsettling. I don't think it's something that I can do. I stand and try to think of something that will change your mind. The pressure in my bladder is starting to become uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath I look at you and say, "If you allow me to use your restroom I will chain myself to your posts without a fight." I figure I am going to be chained there anyway so I might as well try to get something out of it for me. The thought of relieving myself in front of you is too humiliating.

You sit for a moment not saying a word. I try not to squirm but I know you are looking at me. Finally you say, "Open the door on your left. That is a bathroom. Turn the light on and leave to door open. When you have finished I expect to see you chained to my posts. Now go."

I hadn't thought that you would want the door open but I know I don't have a choice. Turning I open the door and turn on the light. It is a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink. I am relieved that the toilet sits off to the side and that I will have a little privacy. Still I know you can hear me, which makes it a little hard to go. I take several deep breaths and try to calm my nerves. I can't think of any way out. I don't know where I am and I have no clothes plus the storm is still raging outside. I can hear you clear your throat and know my time is up. After I have finished I wipe, flush and wash my hands. Taking another deep breath I turn out the light, exit the bathroom and close the door. I know you are watching me.

I pause for just a moment. I hear you shift in your chair. I gather myself and with as much calm as I can muster I begin to walk toward the posts. I start to reach down and you stop me. "Turn around and face me", you say with a low growl in your voice. I take a deep breath and turn and face the center of the room. 

The posts are several feet from the wall and I know you will have plenty of room to walk behind me. Reaching down with shaking hands I attach the first chain to the clip on my left ankle cuff. Stretching the chain as far is it will go I reach the other chain and repeat the process with my right ankle. My legs are spread a little less than shoulder width apart. Reaching for the right wrist chain my hands are shaking so badly that I drop it twice before I am able to get a good hold on it. Once I do I quickly attach it to my right wrist. Letting my left are hang to my side I turn my face to the center of the room.

I hear you stand but you stay to the shadows and walk towards and then behind me. I feel you hand brush across my shoulder and down my left arm. I shudder at the contact. If you notice you make no sign or comment. Taking my wrist in your hand you raise it to your lips, kiss it so lightly and then move it to the chain. With your other hand you clip my wrist to your post. I am now totally at your mercy and I am praying you have some.

I can feel your breath as you lean in close to my ear. "This is so much better don't you think"? I don't really think it's a question I need to answer. You give a small laugh as I shudder.

"I notice you haven't begged to be let go. I think you like being here under my control. In fact I think you like it a lot."

"Why should I beg? Would it do any good? You won't let me go until you have finished whatever it is that you have planned to do to me. Can we just get it over with?" I try to sound more confident than I know I am. From the sound of your laughter I know I failed.

"I don't know how eager you will be when we first have to take care of your punishment for not following my directions as soon as they were given."

I felt you move and was trying to prepare myself for a blow from the flogger. What I wasn't prepared for was your hands coming around to face. I have just a brief glimpse of a blindfold before my world went dark.

Now I did panic. "Please, no."

"What is your name?"

I did not answer at first. Reaching deeper than I knew I could I said, "Ma'am."

"I know what your name is. I have seen the contents of your purse. If you will not give me your name I will give you a new one."

"If you know my name why do I have to give it to you?" My voice barely above a whisper.

"When you give me your name you belong to me. You are mine".

"I will never give you my name."

"Then I will give you one or more until you do. I hope you like them. I picked them just for you." I can feel your words in your hot breath along my neck.

"Your name is slut, whore and pussy. My slut, my whore, my pussy."

I shudder at the names. I hate them. They cause bile to rise in my throat. Again you laugh.

"Do you like the names I have chosen for you, my slut?" I'm kind of glad you didn't tell me your name. It is going to be so much fun beating it out of you."

I hear you walk to the table and pick something up. I can only assume it's the flogger. I brace myself and clamp my jaws as tightly as I can. I hear the whoosh of the flogger as you swing it back and forth testing it. And then the blow comes.

I first I'm too shocked to respond. The hit is so light it is like a caress. Gently, like small kisses the flogger brushes across my back. I can feel the tips just graze the skin of my right hip. With slow, delicious care you whip my back, buttocks, and thighs. I feel a sense of calm spread over me and it takes me by surprise. The flogger continues to move over my arms and shoulders. Each swish like a whisper against my skin. You move around to the front and run the flogger across my stomach. I inhale quickly and try to pull away. Your laughter is low, full of dark promises. I hear the flogger sweep through the air and land on my right breast. Several strands caress my nipple like a lovers lips. Instantly I feel my nipple harden and tingle. I curse my body for showing any kind of reaction. I am having difficulty grasping the sensation and don't hear the flogger coming back towards by left breast. With just a touch more force the tips graze my left nipple. I suck the air through my teeth like a hiss of a snake. For a moment my head drops forward.

Taking a minute you stand close and watch me. You run the tails of the flogger through your fingers. Reaching slowly you take my right breast in your hand and slowly start to squeeze. You watch my face as you apply more pressure. I try to steel myself to not react. A wicked smile plays across your face as you squeeze harder. I stiffen my back and try my best to show no emotion. After only a short time I can't help but cry out. Your fingers are digging into my flesh. Quietly you whisper, "Give me your name and I will go easier on you". I close me eyes and shake my head. Ever so gently you kiss my cheek.

Stepping away you move behind me. Raising the flogger I hear the lashes whistle through the air just a split second before they land across my upper back. The pain is not what I thought it would be. It is harder than before but bearable. It is as if you are building a slow fire in me. I feel a heat starting to gather in my core. Over and over the lashes fall. My shoulders, my back, the tops of my thighs. Everywhere but my buttocks. Your aim is true and you cover my skin with red stripes. Sweat starts to form on my skin. Through the blackness of my blindfold I see bursts of lightening.

You are silent for a moment and I feel your hand on my ass. Slowly you caress it. Tease it with the tips of your fingers. Your palm runs flat on my cheek and your fingers begin to curl. Digging enough to cause a whimper to escape my throat. I try to twist away but am held fast in my chains.

"I'm glad you have held out for so long. I still will have your name before I am through. But I must admit to enjoying out little playtime. Let's see how well you hold up to your ass being whipped."

I feel your fingers reach into my hair. Taking a handful you force my head back and around to face you. "Bite me and you will know more pain than you can take," you challenge. Your mouth crushes mine in a kiss meant to make me surrender. Your tongue insisting that my lips part and allow you access. I try my best to deign you. You pull harder on my hair and bite my bottom lip. I gasp and you tongue slams into my mouth. I hold still as you tongue explores every surface of my mouth. You stroke my tongue with yours. Coxing my tongue to join yours in a sensual dance that leaves me shaking. 

Pulling back I hear your low laugh. "You are already mine. You just have to accept it."

Releasing my hair my head falls forward and I draw in a ragged breath.

"Still no name?" You ask. All I can do is shake my head. "Lets continue then".

"First let's see how you're doing shall we?" You reach down between my legs and I tense up. Slowly you run your palm back and forth against the junction of my thighs. I hear your sharp intake of breath. I know without you having to say a word that I am wet. I have tried to hide the reaction that my body is having to you and what you are doing to me. My body is not listening to my mind. It has turned on me. My own moisture is coating my thighs.

"Hmmmm, You growl. You love what I'm doing to you. You love being helpless and at my mercy. You love how I make you feel. You love becoming my slut."

Shaking my hanging head all I can do is whimper.

Patting my ass you step back and pick back up the flogger. Raising it high I hear it whistle through the air just before it lands across my right butt cheek. The pain is incredible. It is stronger than before. It is almost too much. A loud cry is ripped from my throat.

"I am just getting warmed up".

Again the flogger rises and falls against my tender bottom. With each hit the pain and heat intensifies. Through the fog in my brain I notice the heat spreading inward to my core. I tense and wait for the next blow. For the the pain to continue but all I hear is the flogger hitting the floor.

I sag against my bonds hoping that the worst is over and the you have stopped for good.

I feel your hand rubbing over the lash marks on my left hip. Your hand feels cool against my burning flesh and a small moan escapes my lips. My skin tingles and I shudder with relief.

All of a sudden your hand is gone and for a split second I think you are going to release me. I have never been more wrong in my life.

Your hand comes down with a loud slap. At first I am too stunned to respond, but the moment passes and a cry is ripped from my throat.

"I love it when you scream, You whisper in my ear. You will be screaming a lot before the night is over."

With that said the blows begin to rain down on my ass. First one cheek then the other. Over and over until I am almost out of my mind with pain. I scream and cry. I beg you to stop but you don't. For what seems like hours you continue to punish my ass. I am sure it is bruised by now. I don't think I can take any more.

As if reading my mind your hand stills and again you begin to run your hand gently over my abused bottom. The soft, caress is such a contrast to the spanking that caused such a burning heat in my skin I can't focus on anything else.

"Tell me your name, little one and we can end this in a most pleasant way."

I have no strength left to fight you. My body is on fire from more than just your punishment. Every nerve is alive and sending signals to my brain to give in, to surrender. 

With a shuddering breath I whisper, "Lisa, my name is Lisa."

Before I have time to blink you thrust two fingers deep inside my sex. Thrusting quickly in and out, the heel of your hand rubbing my clit. This new assault takes me totally by surprise. Thrown off guard and weak from your handling of me I climax so hard it takes my breath. Your fingers continue moving inside me as my body shakes with the force of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure wash through me as I throw my head back and cry.

After such sweet agony you slowly remove your fingers and step back. I am surprised by the amount of moisture slicking my thighs. I am even more surprised by the sense of loss I feel now that I am alone. Standing as I am with the blindfold still in place it's as if I am the only one in existence. But for the crackling of the fire and the thunder and rain all is quiet.

In this stillness I feel a warm soft breath against the apex of my thighs. I am startled and try to move away. Bound as I am the most I can manage is an inch or two back. I feel your hands slide under my legs and around me coming to rest against the curve of my ass. My cheeks are still red and quite hot but your hands are cool and gentle. Splaying your fingers across each cheek you slowly pull me forward. This time you blow cool air across my heated sex. Chills run up and down my body. I feel the tip of your tongue trace along the bend of my leg. First one then the other. I can't control the whimper that escapes my lips. I can feel you smile and hear a faint chuckle.

"We have all night my dear. I plan on making the most of it and of you."

Slowly your tongue reaches for me. Just the lightest touch along the smooth skin of my

mound. I can't see what you are doing and that makes me more nervous and excited. Your skill at playing my body has me past the point of being scared. More and more I feel my body relaxing into your touch. After the intensity of moments ago this tenderness swings the pendulum of my emotions in the other direction. 

Your tongue flicks again lightly against my outer lips. Skillfully avoiding the center of my being. Over and over your tongue traces along the edges. Teasing me with what is yet to come. My body trembles above you. I know that my juices are flowing freely and blush at the thought. I can not control my traitorous body. 

I sense you moving closer. Your hot breath on my skin causes every nerve to awake. There is a brief pause and then it's as if you are a starving man and I am your feast.

Your tongue seems to be everywhere at once. Tracing lines and tasting every inch of my sex. Your lips pull at my inner lips. Sucking and nibbling them between your teeth. Flicking them with your tongue before pulling back and allowing them to slide from your mouth. Spread as I am you have easy access to every part of me and you take full advantage of it. Plunging you tongue deep inside me I moan loudly. I can feel you drinking my essence. Pulling enough from me to save a man dying of thirst. Over and over you lab, suck, nibble and lick. You are everywhere but where I need to you be. The point of me that will allow me the release that you have built up in me. I moan and writhe against your face. I pull at my bonds hoping they will somehow free me. What I would do if they did I do not know.

"What do you want?", Your words are muffled against my sex and calm.




The Cabin



Again you lick and nibble on my lips. I feel you pull back just a bit.

"What do you want, little one? Do you want more? Maybe for me to go faster, slower or maybe you want me to stop? Is that it my pet? Do you want me to stop?"

I can't make the words pass my lips. I can't. I shake my head as my face turns red. I'm shaking with need and embarrassment.

"Oh no, Lisa. You must tell me. What do you want? Do you want me to make you cum?"

I feel hot breath along my clit. That's what I want. I want him there but can I say the words? Can I tell my captor, my tormentor to make me cum? 

I feel your tongue begin to trace around my clit. You are being so careful not to touch it but to tease it. To make promises of pleasure and release. Over and over. So close but not quite there. I am shuddering and whimpering. I am on the verge of losing my mind.

"Oh, please" I whisper

"Please what?"

"I can't. I can't say it. Please don't make me. You know what I want. Please."

"Hmmmm, lets see if I can change your mind. I think I can make you say it. If not I will still enjoy myself even if you don't."

With that said your mouth is on me once again. Your tongue is flicking and licking my pearl. Teasing it out into the open. Causing my to jerk and whimper. And then you add to your attack. I feel one hand slide from my cheek to join your mouth.

I feel your finger rub between my lips. Coating itself in my moisture. Back an forth, over and over. Next you slowly slide it inside me. Not deep and strong but shallow and soft. Slowly you move it in small circles and in and out. Your tongue continues to play. Both parts of you pushing me, commanding me to respond. I try to push against you but you move with me. I am to the point of tears. I want to cum so badly. I can't take this sweet torture any longer.

"Please", I pant.

"Please what, my sweet?"

With tears of shame and longing the words break free and tumble from my lips.

"Please, let me cum. Please, I can't take it. I want you to make me cum. Please.....Sir."

I hear you hiss and then my world changes. You pull your finger from me to only push it back in along with another. Your lips clamp down on my clit and you suck it forcefully. You teeth begin to nibble as your fingers piston in and out of my pussy. I thrash against you and small sounds escape my lips.

"Cum for me now, pet. Cum for me."

With that you hook your fingers slightly, hitting my g-spot. Your fingers pick up speed and your teeth bite a little harder. I feel my orgasm break from me. Throwing back my head I scream loudly into the cabin. My voice drowning out the rain. The storm outside in nothing compared to storm inside me. The storm you created.

My body jerks and twists as I cum so hard I see white lights behind my closed and covered eyes. My inner walls contract around your fingers as if afraid you will leave. But there is no cause for that fear. You fingers continue to work me as your mouth opens to swallow the flood of juices that gush uncontrollably from me. You don't stop. You wring every last bit of my cum from me. I scream again and again. Tied as I am. My back arched and you between my legs. A more erotic picture has never been painted.

Slowly my world begins to right itself. My breathing is fast and shallow but at least I am calming just a bit. I feel you kiss my sex and slowly remove your fingers. You stand up and run one hand gently down my tear streaked face.

"Open"

I no longer try to fight you. I'm too tired and too satisfied. I open my mouth and feel you push your two fingers between my lips. They are still wet from being inside me.

"Suck"

Closing my lips I suck my own juices from you. I taste the sweet saltiness of my arousal. Even blindfolded I close my eyes and suck greedily. I hear you moan as my tongue dances along your digits. 

"Enough"

You pull your fingers from me as your lips crash against mine. My lips part on their own and my tongue comes out to meet yours. Fiercely our tongues battle. Demanding the surrender of the other. Your hands slide down to my ass and pull me against your hardness. Grinding your need against me.

You release me and quickly I feel your finger loosening the chain on my left ankle. A moment later I feel the same on my right.

You rise quickly, lifting my legs as stand. Even as your legs straighten your cock enters me. I moan feeling you fill me.

"Wrap your legs around me", you growl.

My legs come up and for a brief moment I revel in the release of pressure from my wrists. Reaching up a bit I wrap my hands around the chains still holding me. Locking my ankles around your I hold on.

You hands grip my ass as you begin to move. There is no build up. No time taken to savor the feeling of you buried inside me. You pound into me with speed and strength that takes me breath. The feel of your cock stretching me, hitting deep inside me is a sweet torture that I hope never ends. 

"You are so tight, so sweet," You hiss.

"You are mine. Now and always."

You pick up speed and I feel you grow inside me. You shaft striking my cervix. The sweet agony causes my inside to twitch. I feel an orgasm building again. I don't think I can last though another.

One hand comes forward and tweaks my nipple. It's just enough to cause the tip to become diamond hard. Leaning forward I feel your lips close around it. Drawing it into your mouth. Tossing my head I arch my back offering myself to you. I moan loudly and pull at my chains. I ride your cock. I pull myself up and let my body fall against yours. I meet your thrusts as best I can. 

Your hands grip my ass as you rock against me. Pumping deeper with every thrust. Your breath hot against my breast. I hear you moan. You release my nipple and lean back a bit. Your hand comes around to the front of me. I feel your thumb rub against my clit. It's swollen and sensitive. I cry out. 

"Please no. Not again," I plead.

"You will come with me. Your body is mine," you growl through clenched teeth.

I feel you tense up as your thumb continues to rub and then you call out loudly.

"Cum now"

I feel you cum and to my amazement I feel myself cum with you. Your cock shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside me. Your hips continue to rock against me. The walls of my pussy grab ahold of you. Milking your cock of every drop. I moan and writhe as I hang from my chains. Your body jerks beneath me. Your moans and cries fill my head. Your fingers dig into my ass cheeks.

After what feels like an eternity I feel you start to soften. Your fingers begin to relax and you start to release me. I unhook my leg and lower them to the floor. For once tonight I am grateful for my chains. They are the only thing holding me up at the moment. You stand with your arms around me and my head against your chest. I can feel your heart beat and know that at this moment it matches mine.

Taking a deep breath you kiss the top of my head and then release your hold on me. 

"Can you stand?"

Any other time this question would cause me to laugh. At this moment I have to think for a second.

"Just for a bit", I reply

I feel you hold my hand in one of yours as the other undoes the chain. My legs buckle a bit but I mange not to fall. You place your arm around me as you reach for my other hand, drawing me close. Once both hands are free I feel you lift me in your arms. You carry me across the room and through a door.

A moment later I feel the soft yielding of a bed beneath me. As I settle against the pillows I feel your fingers at my ankles undoing the cuffs. You trail your fingertips up my legs, tickling a bit as you go. My arms are to heavy to raise but I know you will take care of them as well. True to thought I feel those cuffs come off as well.

You fingers travel up my arms to my shoulders rubbing a bit of life back into them. I moan with pleasure as your hands caress my skin. 

Your hands leave my shoulders and travel up my neck to rest on each side of my face. I feel you lean forward and kiss the blindfold that is still covering my eyes. Your finger reach behind my head and undo the tie. Gently your remove the mask.

Blinking a little I slowly open my eyes. The room is dimly lit with candles and a fire burning in the fireplace. My eyes travel up your chest, your neck, your mouth that has given me so much pleasure to finally rest on your eyes.

Smiling you whisper, "Happy anniversary darling."

You crawl into bed next to me and take me into your arms. I lay my head against your chest and breath in the scent of you. You smell of sweat, sex and the familiar scent that is my husband.

"Happy anniversary, baby".

We lay for the longest time basking in the afterglow of our night. I have a few questions for you but I only have the strength for one.

"How did you get me here?"

"Well, you remember when I was having trouble sleeping from too much stress from work? I just gave you half of one of my sleeping pills and you were out like a light." You sound very pleased with yourself as you tell me this.

You kiss the top of my head as I feel sleep claiming me once again.

Yawning, the last thought I have before I drift off to dream land is "Wait till he sees what I have planned for him."



The Cabin



Jeff and I have been good friends since we were kids in high school. I don't think I have any memories from that time in my life that didn't involve him in some way. We were both pretty competitive and enjoyed sports, worked out in the gym together; we even doubled up at senior prom with our dates. Hell that was a time to remember! 

We went to the post- prom event, which had a reputation for being pretty lame. We smuggled some liquor in so by the time we left we were feeling pretty good. Our dates were pretty buzzed and horny too! We left together in my car and went to one of the little parks close by. Jeff was already in back with his date, Wendy, and they started to get hot and heavy which prodded my date and I to join the fun! At first I was a little worried about fucking my date so close to another guy, let alone Jeff, but as soon as Kelly (my date), grabbed my hand and led it to her soaking wet pussy I was good to go! If anything I think the two of them moaning and dry humping in the back made the situation that much hotter. I remember looking back and watching Wendy as she straddled Jeff and guided his fat cock into her tight pussy while Kelly worked my hard dick out of my dress pants and went down on me. I couldn't help but notice how good his dick looked at it slid wetly in and out of Wendy's tight teen pussy. His shaft glistened in the dim light that filtered through the car window. I had caught glimpses of his cock in the locker room from time to time, nothing more. I didn't want curiosity to label me as a "Fag" in school. There was little risk of that now. I just knew this was the first time I saw it fully hard and going to work and it kind of turned me on. His dick was pretty thick and from what I could see it was fairly long too. Wendy was coming up pretty far off of his lap, almost banging her head on the roof of the car, and I still didn't see the head of it as she thrust back down. 

I like to think I'm pretty well off as well and Kelly didn't seem to be complaining as she licked and sucked me like a girl possessed. I'm pretty sure, though, my dick had never felt that hard before as I watched those two go at it in the back seat. Shit, I actually wondered what his cock must have felt like to Wendy. At that point I pulled Kelly's face off my raging member, pulled her out of the car and pushing her face first over the hood. I then unceremoniously drove all 9 inches into her soaking pussy. Jesus! The noises that girl made! I thought someone would call the cops thinking someone was being killed in the park rather than getting fucked. I was lost in the moment for a second and then heard Jeff cheering me on from inside the car. That put me over the top and I filled my date's pussy with a huge load. The shouting from inside the car let me know that Jeff wasn't too far behind me. Ah what a night!

That was years ago, but for some reason those images came to mind as I waited for his flight to land. He had had been accepted to a big college on the west coast and hadn't been back for a couple of years. We chatted and messaged during that time to keep in touch. We'd brag about girls we banged, work, the usual stuff but last week he said he really needed a break and was coming back home for a visit. After the last conversation we had, it was clear he was looking forward to not being around a lot of people during his stay.

After Jeff left for college his folks split up and both moved out of state so he was more interested in seeing the old sights and hanging with old friends rather than be with family. I decided to surprise him once he bought tickets and went up to my family cabin to get it set up for a stay. We used to go there with our folks when we were kids, and spent a lot of time fishing and just having a good time out in the woods.

So, there I stood waiting for him to come up the ramp. After what seemed like forever I saw his head in the crowd as it approached the gate area. It was hard to miss Jeff, even in a crowd. He was about 6 foot tall with really blond hair and had electric blue eyes. When I last saw him he was in good shape too. I could see him looking around for a familiar face and soon locked eyes with me. He flashed that signature "Jeff" grin that melted the knees of countless female classmates. "Dave!" He practically yelled; startling the lady in front of him. I walked toward him and smiled back, taking note that it looked like he had been keeping up with his commitment to staying in shape. Damn, I had really missed my best friend! 

We hugged like brothers, and then arched back and lifted me off the ground. "Damn man, you going soft on me?" He loved to tease me in the fact that I was about a foot shorter than him. I was broader though and I never lost interest in lifting weights at the gym. I was in a lot better shape than a lot of the guys I was in college with. I never was into "Bulking up" but I was in great shape, with a broad chest that the girls loved to nuzzle up to. 

"What's up tiny?" I said, using the standard sarcasm I was well known for. 

"Not much bro! So, what's the plan? We going to go get shitty drunk and chase skirts tonight or what?" 

"Well, actually I had a better plan. You remember my families' camp at Lake Worthington?" 

"Shit, of course I do! You telling me we're heading there?"

"Yup! Figured since you're getting here on a Friday we could head up in the morning and spend a few days away from the world. I already went up stocked the fridge and set it up!"

"Dude, that sounds great!" He replied.

"Glad you approve, now let's get your shit in the car, grab some chow and mess with the girls at the brew-pub!"

Jeff grinned from ear to ear. That was his favorite hang out and was the best place to flirt with the ladies. We grabbed his bags and jumped in my jeep. We went to by my apartment so he could grab a quick shower and drop his stuff. We had a few beers while we caught up and then walked to the pub. We spent the rest of the night Bull-shitting and flirting with the wait staff into the wee hours of the morning. Finally we both called it and staggered back to my place to pass out.

Noon came early and we woke up thinking a few less beers might have been a good idea. I thought I was going to take forever to get him up, but finally got his ass up and into the shower. I packed up some clothes and filled my cooler with the food that I had bought before I went to the airport. We got a later start than I was hoping for but finally got on the road at around 2 o'clock. The day was just about as perfect as it could be so I took the cover off the Jeep and we headed out

Traffic was light so we made good time, getting up to the lake in less than two hours. Soon we were surrounded by tall pines and the only sound was that of the wind rushing through them. A welcome change to the traffic I was used to hearing outside my apartment. Jeff sat quietly for the last bit, smiling to himself and enjoying the day. Finally we made it to the cabin. 

The cabin was rustic looking from the outside, but was very modern inside. The place had indoor everything with a large shower with a separate tub inside, and a hot tub big enough for five out on the wrap around deck that overlooked the lake. It was nice and private too. The next cabin was about a mile down and well out of sight. There was a private beach with a small boat dock too. Yes, this place was a small slice of heaven!

We brought our stuff inside and started to unpack. There were three bedrooms so we both picked a room and settled in. I went ahead and unpacked the cooler and then went out to check on the hot tub. I had cleaned it out and put fresh water in it when I had come up earlier. By now it was up to temp and ready to go, which made me happy! I had been thinking about soaking in this baby for the whole trip. 

I went back in and shouted to Jeff saying that I as taking a dip. He joked back with "okay, just stay in the shallow end!" I laughed to myself as I went to my room and started fishing through my bags, but after a short search discovered that I had somehow forgot to pack swim shorts. After cursing myself for being a dumb-ass I said fuck it and decided to just go without one. I doubted Jeff would care. We'd seen each other naked in the school showers about a hundred times! 

After I stripped down I wrapped one of the over sized bath towels around me, and walked out to the hot tub. Daaaaaaaamn did that water feel good! I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and relaxed in the swirling water. It felt nice to not have anywhere to be for a while. As I listened to the sounds of the bubbling water, the wind in the trees and the birds chirping in the late afternoon rays of the sun I dosed off. The next thing I knew I felt something ice cold on the side of my neck. I jumped up about a foot, hearing the hysterical laughter of Jeff. 

"Fuck, you should have seen your face!" He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you very much!" I said.

Jeff stopped laughing and just looked at me with a raised eyebrow for a moment. "Did I miss the clothing optional memo for this little trip?"

I suddenly realized I was standing in front of him buck naked.

I sat back down quickly and explained "Yeah, I forgot my suit, figured it wouldn't be a big deal."

"Hell dude, I don't care." He replied. "This is your place anyway, do whatever you want."

"Here's your beer." He said, passing me the cold bottle that was just used to give me a heart attack. "I'm going to go change and join you."

I took the drink and sat back down, feeling my heart rate return to normal. Soon he walked back out with a small cooler in front of him. He put it down and stepped naked into the hot tub with his beer. 

"When in Rome..." he said as he stepped in laughing. 

"Thanks bro, I needed this!" He said with a sigh.

So, there we sat, for hours as we caught up on old times, college, friends we knew, who we hooked up with or wanted to hook up with. After we finished our beers one of us would stand to get a fresh one. Each time it was Jeff's turn I found myself stealing glances at his nude form. He was in really good shape, had a solid, hairless chest and hard abs. I could tell he had been running a lot because his legs, especially his calves showed a lot of definition. He was also pretty big in the cock department, bigger than I remembered from that night long ago. He kept his pubic hair trimmed and I noted before he looked back that he shaved his balls. I did too. Each time he stood up I noticed how his member swayed to the side as he reached into the cooler.

Soon the topic of discussion turned to sex and stayed there. We were sort of "one upping" each other until he started to tell the winning story about this girl he and his roommate in college were doing at the same time. He went on in detail about how she was sucking him off while his friend fucked her from behind. Then they switched and he fucked her while she blew his buddy. As he went on, not forsaking any detail, I started to get hard. With the water bubbling and swirling it didn't show, but I was going to be the next to get the beers and was trying to figure out how to will my dick to chill out before then. Jeff continued on about how he was on the bottom fucking her, and then his roommate started to fuck her in the ass at the same time. He described how he could feel his roommates cock thrusting into her ass as well as the guys' balls rubbing on his shaft each time he drew out of her. He went on to say he came like a horse.

He finished and we were both silent for a moment.

"You don't think that was kind of gay?" I asked.

"Uh, NO...we were both with a girl dumb-ass!" he laughed and then continued. "No man, it was pretty cool, she loved it and I can definitely say I would do it again if I had the chance." He said with a smile.

Jeff took the last of his beer and clinked the glass on the deck.

"Next round bartender!" 

Shit, I was afraid this was going to happen! I was still hard as a rock and was going to have to stand up.

"What's up, forget how to walk?" 

"No!" I hesitated for a moment. "I got it." 

I decided to say fuck it and stood up. I reached over, open the cooler and grabbed our beers and then turned back. Jeff was looking right at my stiff cock. I tried not to think about it but for some reason him looking at me the way he was made me actually grow a little harder. 

"Here you go lush." I said, passing him his drink.

Jeff just took it and didn't say anything for what seemed like a long time. We sat in silence for a while watching the sun as it reached the trees. Finally he started to talk about some other stuff that he had been doing on the west coast. I was starting to lose my erection and decided it was a good time to get out and use the bathroom.

"Nature calls." Was all I said as I got out and walked inside. I didn't bother with the towel and just walked Au natural to the bathroom not even bothering to close the door. It seemed like I was pissing forever, between the beers and sitting in a tub of hot water I felt like I was going to piss for the rest of the day. Finally the stream subsided, I flushed and turned around. As I turned I saw Jeff standing in the doorway. I immediately noticed that his cock was completely hard. Wow, was it big! He had to be at least 10 inches long and thick too. I stood there looking at it for a moment and then realized I was starting to get hard as well. 

"Um, I was thinking of jumping in the shower to cool off a little, the shower is big enough, care to join me?" I contemplated for a moment as I watched his manhood bob in front of him. Up to this point I never really considered being with just a guy. I knew I loved pussy, but the thought of being in the shower close enough to possibly touch his monster cock made my cock pulse even harder. I think he knew the answer before I said "Sure."

Jeff went to the shower and slide the clear door open. After running the water for a moment he stepped inside. I followed him in, sliding the door closed behind us. The shower was big and wide enough for three people to stand without touching. There three heads on the wall that made the shower seem more like you were standing out in the rain than a shower; pretty fancy for a cabin in the woods. We stood on opposite sides at first. Neither one of us spoke. We were facing each other, but were both looking at each other's cocks. I heard my own voice as if I were hearing it from outside of my head.

"Can I touch it?" I heard myself asking.

"Go ahead." Jeff replied.

As if in a dream I saw my hand reaching out toward his erection. It seemed like it took forever as my hand closed the gap between us. Then I felt the velvet smooth skin of his cock on the tips of my fingers. I first touched the tip of his cock head, and then allowed my fingers to travel down his shaft. His cock felt hot under the fall of the cool water we were standing under. I instinctively wrapped my hand around the thick shaft. Jeff moved forward as I brought my hand back almost pulling him toward me. Without speaking, Jeff brought his hand up to my throbbing member. I felt his warm fingers on my cock which caused it to jerk upward. His hand followed it down and he too wrapped his fingers around my hard shaft. I might be about an inch shorted in length than he was, but I know I had him in girth.

"It's thick." He said with a strangeness to his voice; almost thick, like I could hear the lust in it. He stepped even closer giving me a better grip on his shaft. We now stood with both of our cocks facing, almost touching each other. Slowly I started to stroke his wet cock. It was thick enough that my finger tips touched on either side but didn't overlap. I tried to imagine some poor girl taking this monster in her pussy for the first time. As I tugged a little faster on his swollen cock I felt him do the same to me, working the same rhythm as I did; stroking back and forth at the same time. I could feel him thrusting a little as I pushed my fist back down his shaft, toward his large, smooth balls. I watched mesmerized as he rocked back and forth in my closed fist. I glanced up and could see him watching our hands moving on each other's cocks. I was acutely aware of the feel of his warm hand on my own cock. I could feel my orgasm building. For a moment I was worried about what to do when I came, but then figured it was a little too late for that. His hand felt so good and so right on my cock I just savored the feel.

Suddenly Jeff grunted. His cock swelled in my hand and then a thick rope of cum shot from his cock and landed on mine. Another spurt shot out onto my stiff cock as well as his stroking hand lubricating it on my hard shaft. I could feel the added slickness of his cum on my cock as he continued to stroke it. After the third rope of cum landed on my cock I felt my orgasm hit me. As I watched his shooting cock my first rope of cum shot out of my cock and onto his. Cum landed on the head of his member and then on my hand as I slowed my strokes on him. I felt the added slickness lubricate his cock in my hand as he continued to spurt cum toward me. Both of our orgasms seemed to last forever! The more we came the slicker our cocks got. I have never seen anything that hot before; Jeff's cock shooting cum with a thick layer of cum from me from his tip to his balls.

Finally our orgasms subsided. Slowly, reluctantly, I let go of his semi hard cock as he let go of mine. We both stood breathing heavily for a moment then turned toward to shower heads and rinsed off. We turned off the water and stepped out and grabbed towels. After drying off we walked back out and sat on the couch in the living area. Jeff spoke first.

"I hope you don't think I'm crazy or something, but I have to confess. I have wanted to do something like that with you since the first time I saw you fucking Kelly in high school." 

"No," I began." I don't think you're crazy at all; and if we're being honest, I remember feeling the same way when you were fucking Debbie Dewer in the back of the car. Watching your cock going in and out of her has been stuck in my mind since that night. Hell, that thought crossed my mind while I was waiting for you a the airport yesterday!"

"No shit?" He asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I just remember thinking what it must have felt like to have that inside her. It was so big and she really seemed to be enjoying it!" 

Even though I had just blown the biggest load I can ever remember having I was starting to feel my cock harden under my towel. I shifted a little so it wouldn't be so obvious.

Jeff knew what I was doing.

"Hey, it's ok." He said. "I'm getting hard again too. Besides, I think we are beyond being shy with each other at this point." 

I smiled and nodded in agreement. I lifted up off the couch and pulled the towel off, my cock slapped against my stomach as I dropped my towel on the floor with a flourish. Jeff did the same. His cock was about as hard as mine at this point. Again we started talking. We confirmed that we both still had a healthy lust for women, but were somehow completely attracted to each other as well. Jeff sat next to me with his back against the arm of the couch and with one leg tucked under his ass. His semi hard cock was lying to the side. As we spoke my eyes seemed drawn to it. I couldn't help but look at it from time to time. After a little while I could see him getting harder and in no time it was hard and at full size again.

We both sat in silence for a little while. As I looked his erection over, noticing how thick the vein was that ran along the top was, I found myself wondering what it must taste like. I looked up at him and he seemed to be reading my thoughts.

"Go ahead." Was all he said.

I stood up and stepped in front of him. At the same time he turned himself so that he was sitting with both feet on the floor. I knelt in front of my friend and took his warm thick cock in my hands. Leaning forward I brought my face down until I felt his soft flesh on my lips. I breathed in deeply and could smell a slight musk, causing my cock to throb. Slowly I opened my mouth, and ran the tip of his cock back and forth on my lips. Gently I took his tip into my mouth for the first time. Jeff half moaned, half sighed as my tongue probed his cock head. He was huge up close like this! I moved my tongue all over his glands, savoring the taste of his flesh. It was amazing. I opened my mouth wider now and took the whole of the head of his cock into my warm mouth. Slowly I swirled my tongue around the huge tip of his knob as I worked my lips around his girth. I savored the feeling of the soft head on my tongue and then felt his hand on the top of my head. 




The Cabin



"That's it James, suck it, suck my big cock."

His words made my cheeks flush as I felt warmth rush up to my face. I decided to see how much I could take. I flattened my tongue and relaxed my jaw. Then I slowly eased forward, inching his cock into my mouth. I listened to Jeff as he sucked air between his teeth in a hiss.

"Sssssssssssshit, yeah, that feels amazing!" He half moaned

I continued forward, sliding his cock deeper down my throat. Finally it touched the back of my throat and wouldn't go any further without me gagging. I sat still for a moment, with Jeff's huge cock deep down my throat. I tried to move forward again but gagged. Figuring that was as deep as he was going to go I pulled back slowly, allowing his dick to slip all the way out with a soft "pop". I sat there for a moment admiring his cock, watching as the waning light of the day played off the wetness of my saliva on his shaft. Suddenly I was unsure as to what I should do next. I wanted to please him, needed to please him, but had never made a man cum with my mouth before. I also needed some relief for myself. My cock was throbbing! I looked down in time to see a large clear strand of pre-cum dripping from the head of my cock. I looked up at Jeff to see if he knew what the next move should be.

"I have an idea," he started. "How open to this are you?" 

"Very!" I replied breathlessly. "I want to please you and need to cum so bad!"

"Wait here for a sec." He moved to the side and got up. Jeff went in the bathroom for a moment and then returned with a large bottle of baby oil.

"I noticed this in the bathroom earlier." He said.

He walked over and seated himself back in front of me. Taking the bottle he uncapped it and, holding his cock with one hand, he turned the bottle over and drizzled it over the tip. I watched as the oil dripped down his glistening shaft and all over his fingers. Slowly he stroked his cock, spreading the oil liberally over his entire member down to his heavy balls. Goddamn it looked so hot!

"Stand up." He instructed.

I stood. My cock throbbed almost painfully as I got to my feet. I understood where this was headed but was still unsure of all of this and had no idea how I was going to deal with his big cock. I stood up and moved forward getting ready to straddle his legs when he sat forward bringing him face to face with my cock. Quickly he guided my thick erection into his mouth. I felt him sucking me deeper into his throat. God damn his mouth felt good on my dick! Slowly he sat back and let my cock pop out of his mouth as he sat all the way back. He still had his cock in hand as he spoke. 

"Damn he said with a smile, you taste fucking fantastic!"

"Come here." 

Now I moved up and straddled his muscular legs. I eased myself up his legs. Leaning forward a little I supported my weight with my hands on the back of the couch while my knees were on either side of his legs. Easing forward I felt the tip of his cock on the underside of my balls as I moved forward. Finally I stopped, hovering above his lap.

"I'll go slow." He said.

"Lift yourself up."

I did as he asked. Jeff took the bottle of oil in one hand and dripped a large amount on the fingers of his other hand. I watched as he brought his hand under me, and then rub between my legs starting just under my balls, moving back toward my virgin ass. Then I felt his fingers as they brushed against my anus. Slowly he worked his slick digits around and around in circles. 

"Just relax." He instructed.

I did as he said. I relaxed as much as I could. I felt his fingers as they circled my anus a few more times with increasing pressure. Slowly, gently, I felt one of his digits as it started to slip into me, he push a little harder until it eased inside. A moan escaped my lips as his finger penetrated me. Gently he withdrew his finger a little and then pushed back so that it went deeper. I allowed myself to relax and opened myself to his probing finger, lowering myself as he pushed it deeper into my behind. My cock twitched, causing another big drop of pre-cum to drip out and down my shaft as he probed deeper into my ass. I reached to touch my cock.

"No, leave it. Make it last." Jeff Whispered. I did as he said.

Jeff probed my oiled ass for a while, adding one more finger to my ass once he felt I was relaxed enough for it. I was no longer worried about how this all came to happen. I was blind with lust. The only thing that mattered right now was the sexual gratification I felt.

He moved both of his fingers in a "come here" motion and must have pushed on my prostate. I heard about doing it but never felt it before. I have never felt a sensation like that; just a raw sexual feeling deep in my belly. As he pushed a little harder my cock twitched, causing a thick stream of pre-cum to spurt out. I watched, fascinated as the thick drop ran down my turgid cock and finally drip down onto Jeff's hard cock. I have never felt anything like that before! I really needed to cum soon! 

Slowly Jeff withdrew his fingers. "Ok, I think you're ready." I just nodded in agreement. "You're God Damn right I am!" I thought to myself. Jeff grasped his cock and stroked it once, spreading my deposit of pre cum on his already oiled shaft. He then aimed the head up as I instinctively brought myself up higher and forward toward him. Lowering myself back down, I felt the tip of his large hard cock on my oiled entrance. I was ready and willing to take him into me. I relaxed my anus and with steady pressure lowered myself onto his cock. First I felt the heat of his cock against my opening. I continued down and felt him push up a little and felt the tip of his cock begin to slip inside me. I moaned. I needed to feel him fill my ass. Never in a million years would I have thought I could want such a thing. The head of his cock gently popped past my sphincter and the slight pain I felt when he entered me was replaced by a feeling I find hard to describe. His thick cock continued to push deeper as I came down on it. I felt so full and sexually alive! I tried to concentrate on the feeling of his shaft as it slid deeper and deeper into my ass. Before I knew it I was sitting fully on his lap. I opened my eyes and looked down at Jeff. He was smiling back at me. 

"Feels good doesn't it!" 

I nodded "...never felt anything like this!" I said. 

I stayed there for a moment. All of my senses were in overload. I could feel him pulsing deep in my ass; see his chest rise and fall with lust. Looking down I saw my cock, harder than ever before, twitching with my heart beat and oozing with lust. 

I lifted up now, easing his giant cock about halfway from my ass. Quickly I moved down again, taking his oiled flesh into me. I was so horny now I couldn't stand it. My cock was steadily dripping from the stimulation to my ass. Both of us had sheen of sweat from the combined heat of our bodies. Now we began to move faster building a steady rhythm as his dick pushed deeper and deeper onto my ass. Jeff started to grunt with each thrust now. The sound of our wet bodies echoed off the wood walls. My erect cock bounced lewdly up and down as I rode him. I was taking all of his massive cock in my ass and I loved it. I knew he was going to cum in my ass and the thought of that only made me want it more. Suddenly Jeff grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep and held there.

"I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed.

I felt his cock swell and then felt a warm rush as he fired the first of his cum into my ass. Jeff moaned out load as he emptied his balls into me. The sensation of him cumming in my ass was too much. Without even touching myself my cock jolted and cum shot forcefully from deep inside of me! Ribbons of cum flew from my cock and landed on Jeff's smooth muscular chest. I swear I almost passed out! We both watched in awe as my cock shot rope after rope of thick cum on his glistening body.

Finally our orgasms ebbed and I stayed with his cock deep in my ass. We both panted for breath for a while looking at each other as we did. Jeff looked down at his cum covered chest as it began to run down and pool in his navel. He ran his finger along a trail of my cum and took a good amount into his fingers. Raising it to his lips he stuck out his tongue and licked them, then took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them loudly.

"You taste good." He exclaimed.

Reaching toward him I took some of my cum into my fingers and tasted it myself. This was not the first time I tasted my own cum, but this time it tasted this good!

After a few more minutes of afterglow I brought myself up, and off of his still semi hard cock. As I moved off of him I remember how empty I felt inside as he left me. I eased up the rest of the way and his slick cock slid out of me followed by a flow of his cum as it dripped out of my ass. I looked down to where we were joined at the mess it was making. I big puddle of cum collected on the floor under when I stood as his seed dripped out of me. Jeff stayed seated on the couch as I dropped down and cleaned up the mess on the floor with my towel. Once that task was done we both went back to the shower and cleaned up. Though we did shower together we didn't do anything more than wash up. After we stayed naked and made something to eat. The day had ended and the sun was long gone behind the trees. We turned the lights on in the cabin and made small talk while we ate dinner. I was happy as we ate and talked. The events of the day did nothing to sour our friendship. I suppose a part of me was afraid of just that. 

Once we finished eating we cleaned up and headed back out to the hot tub with fresh beers. We sat for a while as the stars came out and BS'ed some more. We were sitting a bit closer to each other than before. In fact we were close enough for him to rest his hand on my leg under the water as we sat and talked. Finally we ran out of small talk and sat quietly. I was soon aware of Jeff's hand as he stroked my thigh under the foaming water. I looked over at him and he was looking intently at me. His hand then moved from my thigh to my cock. As soon as he touched it I began to grow. He just smiled and wrapped his hand around the shaft. 

"Come on, let's go inside."

To be continued...



The Cabin



Author's Note: I have had this story stuck in my head for some time, I hope you enjoy it and it is a bit long. Don't worry, I will get back to my other stories soon, promise. "Edited 20/07/14"

* * *

Jake looks at his watch in frustration, they should have been at the Cabin hours ago. Mike is driving through the woods, looking at his Sat-nav like he wants to throw it out of the window. "Where is this Cabin?" Jake asks

"We are getting there, hold your horses."

Mike has just turned 21, and his father said he could spend the weekend at his family's old Cabin in the woods (not like the movie) as a present. He also said to bring a friend and winked at him as he said it. Mike knew what he meant, bring a hot girl, but he is currently single and every girl he could think of to bring he had already fucked and dumped, so no chance of one of them coming along. So he decided to invite his friend Jake along. He thought he and Jake getting totally drunk together would be fun and it is better than being on his own the whole weekend. Although Jake isn't 21 yet, Mike said he would buy the beers and they would make a weekend of it. Jake agreed as he needs to get away from his college work. A nice weekend away would be a great stress relief from everything.

Now Jake is annoyed, he really needs the bathroom and Mike has no clue where the damn cabin is. "Why did I have that extra soda?"

"Dude, I'll pull over so you can piss by the tree." Mike replies.

"No, I can't go while I think someone might be watching."

"Dude, stop sounding like a woman for Christ's sake, we're here."

Jake looks and sees an old wooden cabin appear in front of the car. He breaths a sigh of relief. The car stops and Jake grabs the Cabin key from the Glove Compartment where he saw Mike put it earlier and runs for the Cabin. Without thinking he opened the door, runs to the cabin, opens the door and sees a huge living room, a corridor with three doors leading to two bedrooms and a Bathroom. He runs for the one right at the end of the Corridor, eureka, the Bathroom.

Mike watched Jake's skinny frame running right towards the Cabin and had to laugh. Mike gets out of the car and begins to unload the luggage and beer. Mike being the jock of the College Football Team had no issue grabbing the luggage by himself; it is easier than lifting weights at the gym. So why is he friends with a skinny nerdy guy you ask? Because Jake is cool in Mike's eyes. He tutored him throughout the first two years and Mike is a closet geek, he loves comic books, Sci-Fi and fantasy. Sport is his passion though but the love of geeky things made Jake and him really good friends. Mike is an easy 6 ft 4, with thick brown hair while Jake is only 5 ft 11 with thinning hair brown due to stress, making them stand out as friends to others on the College Football Team, but they like him too surprisingly. 

Mike opened his bag and pulls out some DVD's of Battlestar and Star Trek, he turns to see his dad was correct, a TV and DVD player are sitting on a table in front of a sofa covered with a sheet. Mike pulls it off to be hit by a dust cloud, but the sofa looks fine, nice dark red. Jake comes out of the bathroom with a relived smile on his face. "Better?" Mike asks.

"Much, I'll grab the food from the car."

"Thanks bud, I'll put your bag in the guest room."

Jake goes to the back of the car and grabs three grocery bags full of food for the next two days and closes the door. As he goes in the house, Mike looks at Jake with an apologetic look on his face. "Dude, don't get angry, I had no idea this would happen."

Jake looks worried. "What?"

Mike indicated for him to follow and he did, they reach the guest bedroom and his jaw drops. The bed is covered in a pink silk spread, the pillows have lace on them, a big pink wardrobe is to the side and a huge mirror hangs on the wall near the door. Also an ugly pink rug is on the floor. The entire room looks decorated to suit a girl not a guy. "Oh."

"I really am sorry, my dad never told..."

"Its fine Mike, it's only for two days, just don't tell anyone, OK?"

"Deal man, I won't tell a soul. Besides, the silk might be quite comfy."

Jake laughed and patted Mike on the arm. "Come on, let's get this food sorted then we can watch some Battlestar."

* * *

It is now late in the evening, they are on the third disc of Battlestar and both of them have been drinking for some time. "This cabin is nice man." 

"Yeah, my dad always said I could only come here when I turn 21." Mike explained.

"Why when your 21 not younger?" Jake asks.

"Not sure, but he said there is a great surprise waiting for me."

"Cool, could be a new Games Console or something." Jake said hopefully.

"A man that would be killer, I need a new one since my Xbox broke."

"How did it break again?" Jake asked as he took a swig of beer.

"Um, I lost on that NFL game, and then suddenly my foot was through the console."

Jake, feeling tipsy started to laugh; Mike then started to laugh with him. "Did you score a field goal with that kick?" 

Mike laughed some more then got up from the sofa. "I'm just going to check my room for something, I'll be right back."

Mike went to his room, to find a large double bed with red sheets on them and a wardrobe to the side. He lifts his bag onto the bed and opens it, and then he sees something in his bag he didn't pack, a brown envelope. Mike grabs it and opens it. A letter is inside, it says: 

Dear Mike, Happy birthday and welcome to the family Cabin, I hope you find this before you leave and I hope you brought that friend we were talking about. Now listen, this is a very special gift, this will give you your ultimate sexual fantasy come true. First of all say aloud you ultimate sexual fantasy then say aloud these words: Great Evelena, grant me this fantasy that I will seal with my mighty seed so that this fantasy shall satisfy my every need. Don't worry if it sounds stupid just do it. Dad.

Mike looks at the note and becomes very worried about his dad, but he is drunk and he decides to try it. He thinks of the fantasy that turns him on the most, French maids. He doesn't know why but French maids always turned him on, especially the accent, his laptop is full of French Maid porn. He coughs to clear his throat. "My fantasy is a sexy French maid. Great Evelena grant me this fantasy that I will seal with my mighty seed so that this fantasy shall satisfy my every need." He waits and nothing happens. "Typical, Dad's gone crazy."

Mike looks in his bag and pulls out a bottle of scotch and leaves the room, not noticing the strange glowing pentagram symbol on his door.

* * * 

It is well past midnight and Jake decides to call it a night. He goes to his room and groans at the Feminine look of the room. He can even smell the faint smell of a perfume, not the cheap shit either, this smells quite expensive. Jake walks to his bag and opens it, he then looks confused as he sees not the underwear he packed but two pairs of black silky French panties. "What the fuck?" Jake turns on his heel and marches out of the room. He sees Mike about to go in his room. "Hey, where is my underwear?"

"What?" Mike asks confused.

"My underwear, where is it?"

"How the fuck should I know?" Mike replied.

"Well they are not in my room, come and see."

Mike follows Jake back to Jake's room and sees Jake pointing to his open bag, Mike looks and sees two pairs of male Y fronts. Mike turns to Jake and Jake turns to the bag seeing his underwear. "Wait, they were, I'm sure..."

"Dude, your drunk, go to sleep." Mike sniffs and stares at Jake. "And get a new aftershave, this one smells girly." Mike leaves the room and closes the door before Jake can say anything else.

Jake sniffs and sure enough the perfume smell is stronger. Jake undresses all the way down to his birthday suit and without looking puts on a new pair of underwear, not realizing they have turned back into the black silk French panties. He feels the smooth silkiness hit his cock and he looks down, he looks confused and tries to pull them off, but they won't move. His thumb won't go under the elastic. "No no no. Get off, get off."

Then he stops as he sees his cock is getting hard under the panties and he feels very aroused, really aroused. He isn't one of those guys is he? Those weird guys he reads about who dress up as girls to get themselves off? He tries to pull them down again but they won't get off him at all. "Come on, get off I'm not wearing these to bed."

While he is trying to take them off, a vapor of perfume hits his face, he coughs and breaths in the deep aroma of perfume. His vision becomes foggy and he stops trying to take the panties off. His mind can't concentrate. "My" he says in a female French accent. "I am so light headed." He stops and puts his hand to his voice box and coughs. "Hello" he says with his American male accent. "That's better." He forgets about the panties and turns off the light and climbs into bed.

As he lays there the smell of perfume has gotten stronger again and he feels dizzy and aroused in his silk panties and silk bed dressings. "That's it." Says a smooth female voice.

"What?" Jake asks.

"Shh, it's OK sweetie, you'll be OK. Let my perfume and voice guide you through this, sleep my sexy girl."

"Girl? No I'm a ..."

"Shh, sleep my sweet." He feels his panties move on their own rubbing his cock. The silkiness rubbing cock makes him groan. "Yes, feel my sensual pleasure my girl and sleep, sleep." Jake drops off to sleep with a big smile on his face.

* * *

The dream is strange, he is standing before a god, a muscular god, his cock is so hard. He looks down on himself to see he has a huge pair of tits covered with a tight black French maid uniform, he can feel the silky black panties barley covering his hard cock. "My master." Says a strange female French accent from his own mouth. "I'm here to serve you, to pleasure you." He sees the God smile and notices he looks a lot like Mike, he points to his own hard cock, his mouth waters as he leans down and begins sucking on his huge member, he reaches down, no, she reaches down and starts to rub her own cock through her panties, she sucks and teases the God's cock with her tongue and can feel her own cock begin to tense up, she pulls away rubbing the God's cock feeling his warm seed hit her in the face and some hitting her tongue where she tastes it's salty goodness, she then looks to her right where there is a mirror and sees himself, Jake on his knees wearing just the panties with cum on his face, then the rubbing on the panties intensifies and he cums in the panties.

* * *

Jake shoots up in a sitting position on the bed, it is pitch black outside and he feels a warm sticky substance on his cock. "Oh god, did I have a wet dream? About Mike?" He asks himself. He pulls off the covers and he can just about sees in the dark, the black silk panties are still on him, but now they are wet and stuck to him. He gets off the bed and preys a little; he then easily pulls the panties off. "Thank god." He wipes the cum off his cock and then throws the panties aside. He feels something is wrong, it feels colder for some reason. He reaches down and gasps, his pubic hair is gone. How can his pubic hair just disappear? He touches his chest, his chest hair is also gone, then he feels his arms, legs and armpits, not a single hair in sight. He then touches his head and breaths a huge sigh of relief, the hair is still on his head, with it thinning recently he has been paranoid about it. Jake mentally decides he needs to turn the light on to see better.

He starts to walk across the room when he feels something whip his midriff and then he feels something tighten and seal themselves to him. He feels down and touches some kind of belt, then he is lifted off of his feet by an invisible force and he falls back first onto the bed with his legs in the air. He feels something smooth and silky roll down each of his legs and something clasps to the belt on him. But before he can get up he feels something else travels up his legs and they feel warm, wet as the soiled panties cling to him again. 

He gets up and feels around, and then he runs to the light switch and turns it on. He is momentarily blinded by the light, then he focus' and sees that is isn't a belt, but a Garter Belt, and he is now wearing some silk black stockings, and he his sight confirms he is again wearing the panties he wore earlier all soiled and sticking to him. He tries to pull them off only to feel his cock getting hard again. "No not again." He says as the panties start to rub him. He groans and falls to his knees as the panties stroke his aching member. "Stop, please, I can't...." The panties tighten and pull making Jake lift his feet in the air using his hands and knees to hold himself up. Something is suddenly on his feet, and he feels strands of thin material of some kind attach to his feet. He turns his head and sees he is now wearing a pair of high heels with thin leather straps locking them in place. "What?" He reaches over and tries to take them off but they won't come off. As he is doing this a vapor of perfume hits him in the face again and he breaths it in. It disorientates him and he looks at the shoes and smiles, saying in a female French accent. "Oh, what lovely shoes." He quickly shakes his head and coughs. "No." He says in his male American accent. "Get them off, who is doing this?"

"I am." Says the strange female voice from earlier.

He looks around and sees no one. "Who said that?"

"Come my dear, and I'll show you all you need to know." Nearby the rug lifts itself off of the floor revealing a trap door, which swings open.

Jake just stares at the trap door for a moment unsure of what to do. Should he go down, or should he grab Mike for help? Mike would probably accuse him of making it up and would forever laugh at him for wearing French panties, stockings, garter and high heeled shoes. He knew he had no choice, for any hope of getting out of this predicament he must go down to the cellar.

Jake gets up and is surprised how easily he can walk in the High Heeled shoes, he always thought it would be quite difficult for a man to do so, especially for the first time. He then tries to creep towards the trap door and he can just make out a stair way into darkness. He takes a deep breath and steps down, it feels cold in the dark but he continues to walk down until he is engulfed in the darkness. He tries to see but he can't, he just sees the black darkness. He decides to go back to his room and turns back to the trap door only for it to slam shut above him. He frantically climbs up and bangs on the door. "Let me out; let me out let me...." A strong smell of perfume hits him and he is suddenly calm, his panties starts to rub him again making him groan.

"Quiet girl, we don't want to wake your master do we?" Asks the female voice.

"No." He says, and then he comes to his senses. "Master? What do you mean?"

His answer is another burst of perfume, clouding his senses. "Shh, come my dear, to the light."

He turns and sees a vanity chair, next to a makeup table and mirror, the light is coming from a small lamp on the table. Why didn't he see it before? He gets up and walks towards the table and chair. He sees himself in the mirror as he approaches and thinks he looks ridiculous. Without thinking he sits down on the vanity chair, and he feels a strange sensation from his legs. He tries to get off the chair but he can't. "Shit, I can't get off, I can't..."

"Quiet." Says the strange female voice again.

Jake looks around but can't see anyone but himself in the mirror. "Who are you?"

"Call me mistress for now."

Jake tries to get up again, but another puff of perfume and his mind goes foggy again and he looks at himself entranced in the mirror. "Good girl."

"No, I'm a boy." Jake says.

"Then why are you in panties?" The voice asks.

Jake looks at himself in the mirror, still entranced, it is like he is seeing himself in a dream. "I...Don't know." He replies.

"Well, girls wear panties don't they?" The voice asks.

"Yes."

"Then logically, as you are wearing panties you must be a girl."

"No, I'm a..."

"Breath in my dear."

Jake breaths in and a fresh puff of perfume enters his body, he smiles as he breaths and feels his arousal go up as the panties rub him. He breaths again and more perfume goes into him. "As you breath my perfume my dear, you become more in my control, breath deep." He inhales and inhales more perfume. "The next thing I say you will accept as the truth, and you will repeat, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, you are a girl."

"I am a girl." He breaths in and inhales more perfume, he repeats in again but this time he has the French female accent again. "I am a girl." He coughs and snaps out of it again talking in his male American accent. "No, I'm a girl, not a boy." He stops looking confused. "Wait, no, that's not right."

"Yes it is."

"No, it can't be true, I have a dick."

"You mean this?" The voice asks as his cock is squeezed by the panties. 

"Ah, yes, that's my dick."

"No, it's your clitoris." More perfume hits him and he looks entranced again. "You have a clitoris girl."

Jake looks down and sees the bulge poking up into the panties. "I have a clitoris." He breaths in again and the French female accent appears again. "I have a clitoris." He coughs and shakes his head. His American accent is back again. "Stop it, I'm a girl not a boy and I have a clitoris not a dick." He stops and thinks what he just said. "No, wait, what's happening to me?"

"Nothing, you are accepting who you are, say it again." The voice commands.

Jake looks in the mirror seeing himself, or herself. "I am a girl." Suddenly a jolt of pleasure runs through her body and her panties rub her again. "I have a clitoris." Again the pleasure, she groans as she feels the orgasmic pleasure run through her. Of course she is a girl, she must be as her mistress told her so.

"Good girl." Her mistress says.

She feels more pleasure from being called a girl. "Thank you mistress. No wait, stop it it's not right"

"Shh, now, we need to improve your body a bit don't we?"

"We do?" Jake asks confused.

The next thing she knows a girdle has wrapped itself around her body and is tightening around her. She breaths in feeling some pain and inhales more perfume. "Breath in my dear, it will help."

She keeps breathing in more perfume as the corset tightens. She feels a lot of pain but is relaxed from the perfume and she keeps breathing it in, as she breaths in she feels a strange sensation around the corset, she can even feel her panties getting tighter around her ass. Then the corset drops to the floor, Jake looks in the mirror and sees she has wide female shaped hips. "No, stop it."

"Why? I'm only doing my duty." The voice tells Jake.

"Duty, what duty?" 

A puff of perfume and she is entranced again. "Don't ask me questions girl. Now, put your arms out in front of you like a good girl."

Jake holds her arms out, and a black DD silk bra travels up his arms and wraps itself around his chest and seals itself. Jake snaps out of the trance again. "No, get it off." As she struggles to get it off, the cups go inwards towards his chest, then they pull out, and Jake moans as Breasts start to grow out wards into her Bra. "No stop, I don't want tits, stop it please." 

Another puff of perfume and she gets dizzy. "But you're a girl, girls have tits don't they?"

"Yes, a girl. Tits." The panties begin stroking her again adding to the subliminal pleasure.

"Girls love their tits."

"Yes, love their tits." She says entranced, a moan escapes her lips as the panties continue stroking.

"Then as you're a girl, then you must...?"





The Cabin



"Love my tits." Jake replies smiling.

"Good girl."

Jake snaps out of it as the breasts continue to expand, she moans as she is getting stroked and as the breasts slowly fill the Bra. "Oh yes, I love my tits. Every girl loves their tits." She starts to caress them as they expand fully into the cups giving Jake huge DD breasts. "Wow."

"Yes my girl, don't you love them?

"I do, I really do."

"Well, next is your hair. It just won't do."

Jake reaches up and feels her hair, feeling short thinning brown hair. "Hair, what?"

"Look on the desk sweetie."

Jake turns and sees a long flowing blond wig on a mannequin head that wasn't there a moment ago. "Where did that come from?"

"Why don't you put it on?" The voice asked.

Jake shook her head. "No, you have done enough to me, I want to..." A huge puff of perfume hits her in the face and Jake is silent and docile again.

"Put on the wig sweetie." The voice orders.

Jake silently reaches over and picks up the wig; she turns it over in her hands and puts it on her head. She adjusts it until it is straight giving her the look of a blond bombshell. Jake's face makes a pained expression and she reaches her hands up to the wigs as a slight burning pain is going over her head. When the pain stops, Jake grabs the hair and pulls. "Ow." She says. It feels like she literally pulled her own hair. She looks in the mirror and lifts her hair a bit to try and find the outline of the wig, but there is no outline, it's her hair. "What the hell have you done?"

"That's your hair now."

"No stop it now I didn't want this I..." This time she is silenced by a puff of perfume shooting right down her throat. Her vocals burn as she coughs and coughs. "Stop this..." she stops, her voice has changed back to the French Female accent. She coughs and tries again but it won't go away. "What have you done to my voice? I sound like a French girl."

"Well you are French silly."

Jake shakes her head. "No, I am American, I was born in New York, my parents..."

Perfume hits her face and she is docile and entranced once again. The perfume keeps going though sending her deeper and deeper into the voice's control. "Breath girl, now I will say a phrase, you will repeat the phrase and as you repeat it, it will become your truth, do you understand?"

"Yes." Jake says lazily.

"Good. You are not American."

Jake stares at her own reflection and repeats. "I am not American." Her panties stroke her again to give pleasure in accepting her commands.

"Good, again."

"I am not American." A slight moan escapes her lips.

"What accent do you have?"

"French."

"What kind of sexy panties are you wearing?"

"French Panties."

"So, you are French."

"I am French." Another moan as her panties rub her harder.

"Again." 

"I am French." She starts to smile and she reaches up and caress' her breasts.

"You have no parents, you are an orphan."

"I have no parents, I am an orphan."

A cloud of perfume goes around her face and hands, the cloud lingers there and when the cloud disappears, Jake is now wearing Mascara, lipstick, rouge and her nails have grown and are painted a slutty red. She sees herself in the mirror and can't recognize herself, the Jake who entered the Cellar a moment ago now looks like a French slut. The trance wears off and she looks in the mirror and studies herself. "No, no, no something is wrong."

"Of course there is."

Jake looks around excited. "Really, you know?"

"Yes, you're out of uniform."

Jake's smile and excitement fades. "Uniform?"

A light appears, giving a spot light look on a French Maid's uniform hanging in mid air. "Isn't it sexy? Why don't you put it on?"

Whatever is left of Jake tries to fight it off. "No, I won't wear it, I..."

Soon she is silent and docile again as the perfume is used again. "My my, you are a slow learner aren't you? Get up." Jake's legs feel fine now and she stands. The Maid's outfit turns so the back is facing her, and it opens up. "Step into the dress dear." Jake steps forwards towards the dress, she lifts her right leg and steps into it, then she lifts her left leg into it so she is standing within the dress. She then places her arms through the short sleeves and the dress instantly seals itself up. It fits perfectly and it really shows off her cleavage. "Back to the vanity chair sweetheart." Jake turns and sits back down. 

Jake comes out of the trance and sees she is now wearing the dress. "No, stop it please stop it." She is on the verge of tears until the perfume is used again to send her into a calm relaxed state. 

"It's OK sweetie, we are nearly done. What is your name dear?"

"Jake." She replies.

"No, it isn't, you will repeat and it will be the truth. Your name is Giselle."

"My...name...is" The final remains of Jake are still fighting within her mind. "Jake."

"No, your name is Giselle." She says as more perfume hits her.

"No, stop it."

"You will repeat and it will be the truth. You name is Giselle!"

More Perfume hits her so hard she becomes fully entranced. "My name, is Giselle." The panties rub her giving pleasure. 

"Repeat all truths from earlier; as you say them they will become more deeply implanted within your subconscious."

Giselle looks in the mirror, seeing a hot blond French Maid and repeats. "I am a girl, I have a Clitoris, I love my tits, I am French, I am an orphan and my name is Giselle." The panties rub her harder; a slight moan escapes her lips. The phrase' are repeated several times embedding them deep with her subconscious. 

"Good, more truths Giselle then we are done. Your Ass is your pussy."

"My ass is my pussy." Giselle replies.

"Being fucked up your ass makes you cum."

"Being fucked up my ass makes me cum."

"You are a French Maid slut."

"I am a French Maid slut."

"You are a French Maid whore."

"I am a French maid Whore."

"You are a French maid sex slave."

Giselle tries to fight this one, but it's in vein. "I am a French maid sex slave."

"Good girl, repeat them all."

"My ass is my pussy, being fucked up my ass makes me cum, I am a French maid slut, I am a French maid whore, I am a French maid sex slave."

A picture of a muscular man appears in the mirror. "Who is this Giselle?"

"Mike, my friend."

"No, he is not your friend Giselle."

"He isn't?"

"No, is you master, he uses you as a sex toy."

"No...wait."

More perfume, Giselle smiles as it hits her, the rubbing from the panties intensifies. "He is my master mistress."

"Good girl, what do you want him to do?"

Giselle smiles seductively, all traces of Jake are gone, replaced by this shemale whore of a French maid. "I want him to fuck me." As she says this she moans aloud as her clitoris cums and cums again into her panties.

* * *

Mike is lying asleep when his phone starts to go off. He wakes up feeling a hangover coming on, he sees the faint light of sunshine outside. It must be early morning. He grabs the phone and sees it is his dad. He answers it. "Hey Dad,"

"Hi son, did you find the note?"

"What?" Mike asks confused.

"The note, in your bag." 

He has a faint recollection of seeing the note and reading it. "Oh yeah, that one, yes."

He can hear his dad sounding excited over the phone. "Brilliant, did you read it aloud like it instructed."

Mike shakes his head in disbelief, thinking his dad really needs to see a doctor when he gets home. "Yes I did and nothing..."

"Excellent son, you will have a great surprise in a bit. By the way which Girl did you take with you?"

"Girl?" Mike asks confused.

"To the Cabin, I told you to take a Friend."

Mike laughs slightly. "Yeah, I took my pal Jake."

Mike waits for his dad to speak again, but there is silence, an awkward silence. "You did what?" His dad asks with a dropped voice.

"I took my pal Jake, I thought a weekend away with a drinking buddy would be good for me."

There is more silence, then he hears his dad breath heavily down the phone. "You fucking idiot."

"What?"

"You ruined everything you stupid shit." Mike's dad shouts.

Mike feels anger rising within him and he sits up in bed angry his dad is calling him these things. "Hey, don't talk to me like that. What did I do?"

"A girl, you were supposed to take a girl, and then the spell would turn her into your sex slave."

"What the fuck are you talking about Dad?" Mike asks confused.

"Fuck, it's my fault I should have told you sooner."

"Told me what?" Mike asks frustrated.

"Listen and don't interrupt. 200 years ago in Salem, a witch by the name of Evelena was going to get burned at the stake for being a Witch. Our ancestor, William Harrison felt pity for the girl who he believed to be innocent, so he took her from her cell and drove as far out of Salem as he could. She ends up admitting she is a Witch and offers a reward to him for rescuing her as she is now in his debt. He knew there was a girl he liked but his mind was full of sin and wanted her to be his sexual plaything. So he asked that he and all his future male heirs would be entitled to a sex slave on their 21st birthday. So in every generation, a male heir says the spell in that very Cabin, then the young girl the man brought to the cabin would be turned into his ultimate sexual fantasy."

Mike is stunned for a moment and then laughs. "Oh come on Dad."

"Mike, your Mother isn't my wife by choice, I kidnapped her and had her turned into my Sex Slave, by the time the police arrived we had already eloped and the charges were dropped. Why do you think we never had an argument or why our sex life never stopped?"

Mike felt grossed out hearing his Dad talk about his mom that way, then he thought about it. She was always dressing like a slut, they never argued like other parents did and he did hear them have sex, a lot. Then he remembered that Jake's room smelled of Perfume last night, French perfume, like a sexy French maid would wear. "Oh shit."

"Now he gets it." Mike's Dad says sarcastically. 

"Can it be reversed dad?" Mike asks in a panic.

"Don't panic, there is a get out clause. If in the first twenty four hours after they have changed into a sex slave, if you fail to ejaculate in her during sex then the spell will wear off and they won't remember a thing. Your Great Grandfather kept changing his mind and tried it on six different girls before he settled on his choice."

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. "Cool, should I just stay and..."

"Don't stay, it will try anything to seduce you into fucking it, just leave the cabin for twenty four hours and when you get back it will be turned back to normal, what did you ask for by the way?"

Mike coughed nervously. "A sexy French maid."

"Jesus, fuck knows what would happen to a guy after that request. Just get your things and leave."

Mike hung up the phone and started to pull his jeans up. He grabs a red shirt and is about to put some socks on when he door opens ajar like the wind blew it open. He freezes and then he smells it, an expensive French perfume. It is quite strong, he shakes it off and sits on the bed to put the socks on when he hears the most sexy French voice he ever hears. "Master, come to your slave master."

Mike gets hard hearing the voice and shakes it off. He gets up and leaves his room quietly and turns towards the front door to leave silently. "Please master, I am so horny for you."

His dick betrays him again and gets hard. "I'm sorry Jake, it was a mistake. I'll be back later and you will be normal." Mike calls towards Jake's room.

"Jake? Who is this Jake? I am Giselle."

Oh why did it have to be a sexy French name? The smell of perfume is driving him mad as well. "I can't Giselle, I'm sorry."

"Are you not curious master, what Evelena has done to me?"

Mike hated to admit it but he is morbidly curious, what does Jake look like now? A really bad Tranny or something else? "A little." He calls.

"Then please master, just come and take a peak, you won't regret it."

His cock is straining in his pants, and the smell of perfume is intoxicating. His Dad's words are continuing to flow through his head, warning him that he will try to seduce him. What harm could a look do? " OK, just a peak." He calls back. He walks slowly towards Jake's room, thinking as he does. It makes sense to him now, the silk feminine sheets in the room; it was designed for a girl for him to take. Why the fuck didn't his dad just come clean with him? He reaches the room, the door is open a jar, he takes a deep breath, smelling the lovely perfume as he does and looks through the gap, nothing.

Mike silently swears in frustration, especially as he feels horny as hell. Just a peak then run, he thinks to himself. He pushes the door open some more but sees only a neatly made bed and the rest of the room, no one in sight. He thinks he should just run but he takes a step inside the room. Just a peak then run, he keeps thinking. He slowly steps in and takes one step beyond the door. Then he hears the door slam shut and the lock latch. 

He turns quickly to see the door closed and standing next to it the most gorgeous thing he has ever seen in his life. Jake actually looks like a real woman, a fucking hot one at that. Big DD tits, a tight fitting French Maid outfit and sexy stockings. "Alone together at last master, do you want to play?"

Mike takes a step back. "No, just a peak. I'm not interested."

Giselle stops and makes a mocking sad face. "Oh, I see. Well your little Huge friend wants to play it seems." She is looking directly at his hard cock which is poking up into the material of his jeans. 

"No, I..."

Giselle steps forward and pushes Mike on the bed and she jumps on him and straddles him keeping him to the bed. "Oh you do Master and look." Giselle lifts her skirt and Mike sees she still has her cock under those French Silk panties and it too is rock hard. She takes her finger puts it in the panties and pulls it out covered in her own spunk. She then licks it off her fingers. "My clit has made me wet for you."

Mike tries to look disgusted but for some strange reason he is turned on even more, what is wrong with me? He thinks. "No, please."

"Yes, beg me to fuck you master." Giselle says.

"No, I'm not begging." Mike frantically says.

"Oh." She smiles wickedly. "I love playing hard to get."

Mike looks horrified. "No, no playing. No hard to get." He stops as he sees she is rubbing his aching hard cock through his jeans. 

"Why tease me then? Why deny what you clearly want you sexy man."

Mike looks on helplessly as she starts to undo his jeans and opens them up. She then pulls down the top of his boxers freeing his cock. Giselle grabs it before Mike can protest, he moans as she slowly rubs it up and down. "Oh fuck."

Giselle smiles triumphantly. "Oh it is so hot, and hard. I must taste it."

Mike looks worried but Giselle is too quick, her mouth goes straight over his cock and she starts to suck and lick the tip of his aching cock. "Oh god, stop please. I must not cum." He says. He strains to hold it in as she does her work. She is good, oh good is she good but as long as he doesn't cum he is fine and Jake will come back. She goes on and on sucking his dick for what feels like forever until she finally stops and looks sad. "I guess you don't want me."

Mike looks relieved and breathes a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry."

"Just go." She says looking upset and gets off of him. Mike holds his jeans and runs for the door remembering it is still locked. "Oh I am such a bad girl. Such a naughty little slut, your wicked French Maid whore."

Mike's cock hurts he is so aroused but he must control his urges, if he does he gets a girl, a real girl. "Open the door."

"Non." She says, her saying it French made him hornier.

"Let me out."

"I will think about it, but think about this. Every girl you have dated has one flaw, they have PMS and periods. I can't have periods, I won't get PMS and you can fuck me every day and I won't get pregnant. I can always be your sexy French Maid slut."

He hated to admit it but it sounded like a good deal and all his Girlfriends bugged him all the time with their mood swings and periods. "True."

"Then look at me." Mike turns slowly and sees she is kneeling on the bed. "Let me show you what I have, then make your decision." Mikes phone is vibrating but he ignores it as Giselle reaches behind her back and unzips the French maid Outfit. She slides it off showing her Tits encased in her black silk bra and her Garter holding on her sexy stockings. She then undoes her bra, holding it in place to tease him. 

"Show me."

Giselle smiles a winning smile knowing Mike is losing. She lowers the bra showing off huge magnificent tits. Mike can't take his eyes off of them and he walks slowly back towards the bed. He reaches her and he cups and pinches her tits. She moans as he does this, this is all he needs and he pushes her on the bed, he then climbs on top of her and forces his tongue into her mouth. Giselle welcomes it and kisses him back rubbing his body as they do this. They break apart the kiss and Giselle smiles. "Make a whore out of me." 

Mike gets up onto his knees on the bed as Giselle gets to her knees and bends over, as she does she lowers are panties showing her perfect heart shaped ass. Mike leans forward and cups her ass, she moans some more as he does this. Mike almost in a trance lowers his jeans and boxers, his hormones taking over all rational thought in his brain. His cock is still wet with her saliva, he licks his fingers and lubes her ass with his own saliva, her moans driving him made. He gets forward, places both hands on each side of her ass and then guides his cock up her ass. He groans and says "Oh you're so tight."

"Yes, my pussy is all yours master, seed me and make me your slave."

Mike then with an animalistic look on his face starts to thrust in and out, his cock welcoming the sensation, Giselle is moaning away with a pleasurable expression on her face as he thrusts and thrust. "Oh you whore, you dirty French whore."

"Yes, I'm a whore, a slut, a sexual plaything master, I'm all yours."

She knew every word to make go over the edge and to thrust faster, his thrusts putting pressure on her, her clit is ready to erupt. "Oh master, I'm going to cum, don't wait please, cum and make me your slave, cum and I'll be all yours."

He can't hold it, he thrusts and erupts right up her ass, he screams and she moans as she feels his cum enter her ass. She cums herself into her already soiled panties and they both collapse on the bed. Mike sees she is glowing a strange gold color and then it fades. Mike looks at Giselle, knowing she used to be Jake, knowing he has just turned his best friend into a Shemale sex slave. "Oh god what have I done?"

"You have made me yours master. The spell is complete. All traces of this Jake are gone forever, he never existed."

"What, but his mum and dad?"

"They have forgotten him." She smiles and gets off of the bed. "Only you remember him, but now he is moi." She walks over to the huge mirror hanging on the wall; she lets her panties drop and admires her naked form in the mirror. Mike sees her, standing there, he tries to think of his ex's, and finds he no longer cares for them, no woman he thinks of interests him, not even celebrities he wouldn't mind fucking. "Why aren't I turned on by girls anymore?" He asks aloud.

"Evelena told me the spell creates a bond between us, making us only interested in each other, forever." Giselle explains.

"Really?" He asks skeptically.

"Try it, look at me. Really look at me"

Mike looks; he sees her perfect tits in the mirror, her gorgeous smile and face, her sexy hair. He then goes to her perfect ass, seeing his cum slowly dripping out of her ass, her cock all covered in her own spunk. He is hard again and very turned on. While she looks at herself in the mirror, he sneaks up behind her and starts to kiss her neck. She closes her eyes in pleasure and her cock gets hard again. "See master, I am only yours."




The Cabin



He lifts her and carries her to the bed, he drops her and she giggles as he does this. He closes in on her and starts to kiss her again, their cocks touching each other as they do this. He gets off, grabs her legs and lifts her bottom slightly showing her ass again, lubed by his own cum. Now facing her he starts to fuck her ass again, seeing her face is sexual ecstasy, he looks wild with lust and he fucks her again, again and again till night fall. As they sleep in each other's arms the room no longer smells of perfume, but of their own spunk. 

* * *

Mike's father is standing in front of a mirror, he looks and feels furious. He is reading through a spell book till he finds what he needs. He reads it aloud. "Evelena, witch rescued by the Harrison's, I summon you here to face me."

He turns back to the mirror to see a ghostly figure of a dark haired woman in a long green dress looking at him. "You called?" She asks.

"What the fuck did you do?" He asks furiously. 

Evelena smiles at him. "I fulfilled your son's Sexual fantasy. As instructed."

"No, you changed his friend, a male."

"That's who he brought, it's not my fault he brought the wrong tools for the job."

Mike's dad feels more anger and he sees her smile, she is toying with him. "You bitch, you did it on purpose, even though you knew he wanted a girl."

"Bingo." She says mockingly.

"Why?"

"Why?" She repeats angrily. "I have been turning girls into sex toys for your perverted male line for 200 years and you ask why? Well, every generation has had a male heir, it's been frustrating. I have waited and waited for no males to appear. Thank god you all only had the one son each other wise I would be working non fucking stop. Then Mike came with his buddy. I knew, if I could get them together then there would be no children, no male heir as Shemales can't get pregnant. So I would be free of this duty and be free of your stupid family."

"How dare you." Mike's dad screams. "We saved your life, you owe our family a debt." 

"Wrong, wrong. Your son sealed the deal; he ejaculated into the French maid I created for him."

Mike's dad looks crestfallen. "What?" He asks quietly. 

"Yes, your son loves a Shemale now. So I'm free."

"We saved your life."

"No, wrong. William Harrison saved my life, and I did my duty when he picked me to be his sex toy slave, then he ordered me to continue doing it beyond the grave. I had to create a sex toy for my son and grandson, do you know how fucking awkward that is?" She asks angrily.

"What?" Mike's dad asks shocked, he never knew Evelena was the Girl William had a crush on. That explains why he rescued her in the first place. Instead of working out a way to get her to fall in love with him, he made her when he learned she was an actual witch.

"Yes, that's right and since I died I have been stuck in limbo in that dirty old Cabin servicing our family and I'm sick of it. But don't threat, when you wake up in the morning you won't care. The spell will affect you and you will accept your son's decision and you will not care. Goodbye."

Mike's Dad watches as she vanishes from the mirror.

True to her word, Mike's dad ends up loving Giselle and congratulates his son's decision, no one remembered the man Jake, not even his parents who now think they were childless. No new male heir was ever created. And Evelena? Well that would be spoiling it.

The End?



The Cabin



Jason and Katherine sat cuddled up under a quilt on the swing bench in the backyard of the rental cottage they had through the end of the weekend. It had been a long fun filled week. Filled with hiking and fishing, and cool nights by the fire and beds to warm up in. This weekend they were looking forward to the arrival of a few close friends to share the weekend with. Jason was tall and lean muscled, his head was shaved. a haircut chosen as a result of his early onset baldness in his twenties and his time spent in the army which required a clean haircut at all times. Sometimes it could make him look fierce and intently serious, well until he broke into a smile that seemed to shine out of his soul. Katherine was shorter and 140 pounds. not super slender but not a rock either, with long brown hair.

It was autumn and there was a distinct chill in the air as the sun faded from view. There was a cool breeze from the north fire burned low in the fire pit. Overhead the Moon sat in her radiance surrounded by stars as they blinked into existence in the fading light. The perfect stillness and tenderness of the moment contrasted strongly with the request Jason had just heard fall from Katherine's lips. 

"So you're telling me you want me to basically surprise fuck you sometime when you don't know it's coming?" Jason asked in a slightly perplexed quiet voice.

"Yes, but don't think of it as rape... It's ravishment... well, when you want it." She replied contritely. "it's been a fantasy of mine for years and I think I'm ready to do it."

"But not see it coming?"

"That's right. I want you to take me hard and use me. Make me do whatever you want!" she responded.

"Within Limit's I hope!" he questioned...

"Well Of course silly! The usual limits apply. Well the hard limits anyhow. I want you to think of 2-3 soft ones to stretch a little bit." She replied finishing with her lip twisted in a pensive thought." Then she cut him off as he opened his mouth to speak.

"No, I don't want to know what ones. I want intensity, giving my soft limits a stretch should do the trick and if I know it will change things."

"There is that." He said thoughtfully. "And actually I can play with that too, you not knowing what ones I'm actually going to stretch " he added as a devilish little smirk grew on his face.

"Oh no... what did I get myself into?!?" she suddenly looked nervous. "no. don't tell me... I trust you."

"Don't worry Katherine. I've got just the perfect twist! You'll love it... Or kick my nuts to Venus over there." he replied as he turned his head up to sky and point at a single bright star with his right arm.

"which is Venus? She asked snuggling in closer and trying to look down his arm and pick out what star he was pointing at.

"She's right here" he said pointing at the bright star and dropping his hand to wrap around her and pull her closer. "Can't you see her?"

"No" she replied coyly suddenly catching onto his game.

He turned to her and looked her in the eyes and said quietly, "I said she is right here." He said softly and then devilishly added " Maybe... well what do you think?" as he pulled her even closer.

"Maybe huh? Only maybe? Maybe I think shes at the zoo looking at monkeys too bad for you if she is..." She hotly managed to get out before his lips found hers and silenced the rest of her retort.

They sat like that for a long while staring alternately up at the blazing stars, down then down at the dying fire. Every so often they would giggle for variation and look instead at the blazing fire in each other's eyes before sharing a kiss.

Finally the wind turned cold and the fire was too low and they skulked back to the rental cottage behind them. At the door Jason caught Katherine's hand and pulled her close and looked her in the eyes.

"I've been thinking." He started.

"I noticed" She responded sarcastically with a grin, "you certainly weren't kissing me enough to distract me from noticing."

"Hush you" he responded with a shake of his head and seriously added "For you, I think I can do what you asked. I think I know what will work for you."

She nodded her head at him as she wrapped her arms around his and then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'll take good care of you, I promise."

She squeezed him tight and twisted her head up to kiss him passionately till he broke away and looked her in the eyes mischievously.

"And no, I won't tell you. No matter how much you try and sex it out of me... Though it might still be fun to let you try though." He said with a wink.

"Might huh?!?" she said said archly as she broke away.

Then a look entered her eye and much more seductively this time she said "Might huh? let's see what I can do about that." And she firmly shut the door behind them.

The only sound from inside the cabin was the finality of the deadbolt sliding home.

Back in town Mac and his girlfriend Amy are in town picking up supplies and there way up to the cabin. "Hey babe we need to hurry they expecting us" Mac said across the store "I know I know i just want to read this that's all" Women can live with them and can't have great sex without them as Amy finally puts down the magazine they walk out to the car and get back on the road. As Mac and Amy were driving Amy decides to tease Mac a little she removes her panties and places them over Mac's face with a little snicker she leans the chair back reaches over and grabs his hand. As Mac plays with Amy's pussy she takes her top off her beautiful round 26 DD breasts and starts to play with her hard tanned nipples with every car passed Amy gets more and more aroused Mac decides really get her going he sees a semi truck just a head he speeds up and stays with them she still hasn't noticed the driver watching the free show. Amy's pussy is so wet from having every car see her play with her tits, but as see opens her opens her eyes only to see the semi truck driver jacking off she goes into overdrive sand begins to orgasm wildly she blows the driver a kiss and lips him a thank you. Mac reclaims his hand and drives away "that was pretty good babe how about you go to sleep well be at the cabin soon" Mac said "Ok" she closed her eyes and drifted off, but little to Amy or Katherine's knowledge Jason's plan for an awesome weekend for the girls is about to start as soon as they get to the cabin.



The Cabin



When you wake, you cannot tell.

You feel your eyelashes flicker against something soft but obtrusive as you attempt to beat back your disorientation with vision. You jerk your head from side to side, feeling your head penned in—are your arms beside your head? Are they tied there? You cry out—only to be greeted with the sopping roughness of cloth in your mouth and the wet, muffled sound of your own voice. The sound and sensation shocks you into silence for a moment.

And then you start to scream for real.

I let you.

Your hands bound together above your head, your ankles bound to the antique bedposts at the foot of the old, mahogany bed, The tatters of your clothes, cut carefully, lovingly from you with nurse's scissors while you lay unconscious are smoke—their use in kindling the woodstove fire across the room is what, along with your waking fear, wrings the beaded sweat from your skin as you thrash and cry in your all-encompassing bonds. Your eyes, your voice, your agency—all taken from you.

I sit in the absurdly comfortable leather armchair by the door. And watch. And listen. I tip the broad, thick glass into my mouth and taste the scotch. Slowly, languorously. and I watch.

Your eyes finally, bulging in their fear, scrape against the blindfold material, and you cry out a hiss of pain and then freeze momentarily. No doubt the solidity of the bonds at your wrists and ankles has begun to assert itself as well. Still you cry out, but your protests subside gradually into more and more distant whimpers. Until you grow silent.

I watch your ribcage rise and fall, taking your full breasts with it, as you try to regain control of your breathing. Your body slicks with moisture in the effort, glistening in the flickering light from the glass front of the woodstove. I hear one final, choked sob—relishing the strength in your decision to hold back—such a strong, good girl.

I see tears seep from under your blindfold, but your struggles and your cries have ceased. I sip my scotch and watch as they pool and then fall over your cheeks to stain the soft blue sheet under you. Soft new sheets. For us.

When I stand and let my footsteps signal my deliberate approach, I see you stiffen. When you feel my whiskey breath at your throat, you stop breathing. I inhale you. Deeply. And then I speak.

"Now our story begins." I see you freeze. I hear the intake of your breath—and don't hear you exhale. I look carefully at your left hand, dangling in its bonds above your head. I see your fingers twitch—but not cross themselves. I smile...darkly at your gagged and blindfolded visage.

"Last chance..as per agreement." I watch your lovely hands...so pretty. I watch them flex and stretch. But not cross. I close my eyes and smile, unseen.

I watch your body tremble. My slave angel—now you've made your choice.

And so I make mine.



The Cabin



Twenty-nine year old Gina sighed as she stepped onto the porch of the lake house. The morning air was a bit chill, but fall was still weeks away and the trees were green and leafy, partially obscuring the view of the neighbors. It felt good to be playing hooky from work. Well, sort of. She had taken the day off on a whim, feeling a need to get away and be alone for awhile. Her husband said he'd join her later in the afternoon once he left work. In the meantime, Gina had a romance novel and fresh batteries in her vibrator, and she planned to use her free time wisely.

The door opened and swung in noiselessly. Funny, she thought, pulling her key out of the lock. I don't remember oiling this. She shut the door and locked it behind her, then smiled to herself. Alone at last! She felt a tingle in her pussy. She had been so horny lately, a malady her husband seemed unable to cure. She loved the man dearly, but she just felt like she needed something more. Well, the vibrator would have to do.

She made a quick inspection of the cabin on her way to the bedroom. It hadn't been that long since she and her husband first bought the place, planning to use it as a weekend retreat. It was modest, nothing fancy, with outdated furniture that she hoped to replace eventually. Nothing seemed out of place. She had stopped worrying about break-ins. There was nothing here worth stealing.

Once in the bedroom, she closed and locked that door, too. It wouldn't do to have her husband arrive early and catch her in the middle of an orgasm. She kicked off her shoes and stretched. Did she want a bath first? Or an orgasm?

While she stood there trying to decide, a flicker of motion caught her eye. She turned and saw the closet door had swung open. Then a hand, a man's hand, swept into her vision from the left holding a white rag. Before she could react, the rag clamped over her mouth. She gasped in fright, involuntarily breathing in fumes from the chemical soaked cloth. She tried to struggle against the strong arms that held her, but already the room was spinning. Her legs became wobbly. Blackness crept in from the edges of her sight.

Inside, she felt terrified, yet at the same time she felt a thrill of excitement. She had been so focused on playing with herself that her pussy had become creamy. Her horniness was nearly stronger that her fright. The rag was removed after only seconds, but it was enough to leave her woozy, compliant. The strong hands pulled at her. She stumbled, unable to resist being led to the bed. As her legs gave out, Gina slumped onto the soft mattress.

She felt the hands grasp her ankles, then her legs were lifted and swung onto the bed. There was a rustle of cloth before her left arm was lifted. She must have blacked out then. When she woke again, both her arms were pulled up over her head, with her wrists tied to the headboard by strips of white silk. When she stirred she discovered her ankles were similarly secured. For the first time, Gina thought about the possibility she might be raped. Strangely, it made her pussy tingle even more.

The man appeared in the doorway. He was a big man, dressed entirely in black. A ski mask hid his face. He said nothing, giving Gina not even the sound of his voice to help her guess his identity. Only his eyes were visible, deep pools of brown that gleamed. He stepped to her side and reached for her, holding another strip of cloth in his hands.

"Don't," she managed to say, her voice slurred. Instead of gagging her like she'd expected, he put the cloth over her eyes. She should have guessed. Her neighbors here were like her, gone during the weekdays. No one would hear her cries for help. Odd, she thought to herself, that she had only now thought of calling for help.

His hands were on her body again. He started at her neck and began exploring, touching her intimately. He squeezed her breasts in passing, moved down to her tummy, her hips, pausing to cup her crotch. She heard him chuckle. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt. He stroked the length of her legs to her feet, then back up slowly to her chest. Gina felt helpless, totally at this stranger's mercy, and yet...

His touch aroused her. She was already horny, now her pulse had quickened, she was breathing faster, excitement radiated throughout her body. "Don't hurt me," she begged. "Please. Don't hurt me." She had meant to say don't rape me. Take what you want and go. As his hands began to unbutton her blouse, she realized that what he wanted was her.

The air was cool on her fair skin as he opened her blouse. He began kneading her tits again with more tenderness than she expected from a rapist. She felt his hot tongue on her belly. She flinched, sucking in her tummy. But he pursued and thrust his tongue into her belly button. "No!" Gina said loudly, but even to her own ears it sounded more like a moan.

He left her for a moment, then she felt him hovering over her chest. She could feel his breath on her cleavage, bathing her heaving breasts with warmth. Then she felt the touch of cold steel and she froze. His hands grabbed at her bra roughly, pulling it away form her flesh. There was a snip, and her bra fell away, cut in two. Her heavy breasts swayed, exposed to this stranger's gaze. Now he could see how her nipples were stiff, how aroused she was.

One hand closed around her right breast as the man sucked her left nipple into his mouth. Gina arched her back, pushing her tit into his face. You aren't supposed to enjoy it! she admonished herself. But God help her, his mouth felt like heaven as he swirled his tongue around her engorged nipple. He was squeezing her other breast roughly. She felt his body against her, felt his crotch press to her thigh. He was rock hard and he was thrusting, humping her thigh. Gina strained against her bonds, ashamed that she wanted more.

She felt his hands glide over her tummy then grasp the waist of her pants. He unbuttoned them, then pulled the zipper down. His mouth trailed down, over her belly to the top of her exposed panties. She quivered as he pulled her pants down, tugging them as his mouth explored every inch of uncovered skin. Gina bit her lip to stifle a moan of excitement when she felt his mouth on her pubic hairs. He pulled her pants past her as, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning as his tongue found the top of her slit. She heard him sniff deeply and sigh, as though the aroma of her excited pussy was like a bouquet of roses to him. His tongue probed between her lips.

Her pants could go no farther than mid-thigh. The way her legs were tied made them spread open. It was enough for him to press his face between her smooth thighs and lick her pussy. This felt so wrong! A stranger had tied her up and was raping her, yet Gina felt only a growing excitement, a thrilling arousal made heavier by this man's tongue licking through her swollen cunt lips, pushing against her fuckhole, sucking on her engorged clit. Gina began to hunch, pushing her cunt up for more of his mouth.

Suddenly he pulled away. His hand replaced his mouth, a finger entering her deeply and then wiggling. She sensed his face near hers. She could smell her pussy on his mouth. "I want to take your pants off," he said, speaking for the first time. "I'm going to untie your legs. Don't fight me. Understand?"

Gina nodded, not trusting her voice enough to speak. He curled his finger inside her cunt, instinctively hitting her g-spot. Pleasure rolled through her like an avalanche and she began to cum. Her pussy spasmed on his finger as she strained her body against the bonds. She fell back on the bed gasping.

As the man withdrew his finger from her body, Gina realized her fear was gone. Somehow, she knew he wasn't going to hurt her. There was too much love in his touch. In fact, she'd bet that she'd know him if he took off the mask. The smell of her pussy became stronger, then she felt his finger touch her lips. The same finger he had just used to make her cum. Now he was sliding it past her lips into her mouth. Gina hesitated only a moment before closing her lips around the digit and sucking it. She swirled her tongue around his finger, tasting her own pussy cum and discovering she liked it.

Not for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to lick another woman.

Then she felt his hands at her ankles. In moments her legs were free. He grabbed her pants again to pull them down, and this time she lifted her ass to help him. It was a clear signal that she wanted this, that she was willing to let him do anything to her. When he pulled her pants and panties off her feet, Gina spread her legs as wide as she could. He accepted the invitation and dove back into her pussy.

He covered her cunt with his mouth, sucking her entire pussy even as he drove his tongue deeply into her hole. With her feet flat on the bed, legs bent and knees in the air, Gina lifted her ass off the bed, pushing her cunt against the man's invading tongue. She began to moan loudly, no longer trying to hold back.

He put his hands on the backs of her thighs and lifted her legs, pushing them back until her knees nearly touched her tits. Her pussy spread open for him like a flower. He fluttered his tongue on her clit, then pressed it flat against her lips. He licked up several times, then put his tongue on her asshole. Gina felt her pussy clinch as he began probing her ass with his tongue. Then he moved back up, driving his hot tongue deep into her cunt.

Her juices were flowing steadily now, and the man was eagerly lapping it up. He licked from asshole to clit, pausing at each orifice to dip his tongue into her body. He released her leg and reached for something with his right hand. Gina strained to keep her leg high. She felt his finger touch her asshole, coated with something cold and slick. His lubricated finger penetrated her easily. When he was in to the third knuckle, Gina orgasmed on his tongue, bucking her hips and moaning loudly.

The man held on, frenching her pulsating cunt like a lover. When she was able to breathe again, he withdrew his finger gently. He released her other leg and reached for something else. What now? She wondered. She let her legs droop, setting her feet on his bare back with her knees pointed in opposite directions. She jumped when she felt a smooth, tapered knob touch her pussy. It was a vibrator, she realized as he switched it on. Not hers, though. This one was smaller. He placed it against her clit, making her toes curl with intense pleasure.

He moved it down and slid it into her opening. His mouth covered her clit again as he began fucking her with the vibrator. She felt as though her pussy was on fire. She was trembling. Never in her life had she had sex this intense, and she still didn't know who her mystery lover was. He began fluttering his tongue on her clit. The vibrator was fully inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing up her spine. Within minutes she was cumming again, her pussy clenching the plastic shaft inside her.

He left her then, letting her legs fall back to the bed. He left the vibrator running inside her, though. She felt him pause to suckle at her breasts, using his thumb to caress her clit. Then he was kissing her, sucking on her lips, her tongue, and Gina returned the kiss with lustful passion. He stood, and his cock brushed her lips. She opened her mouth without hesitation. It was his turn to moan as he slid his cock slowly into her mouth. She sucked on his shaft hungrily. The buzzing dildo inside her cunt was a distraction, but the man didn't seem to notice. He held her head with one hand and began to fuck her mouth.

Gina loved the taste of his cock. He was leaking salty pre-cum onto her tongue as she slurped him. She took him in until her nose was pressed into his pubes. She only wished her hands were free so she could fondle his balls, or use a finger to play with his ass. His length was average, but his cock was very thick, filling her cheeks.

She was supposed to feel victimized. Gina felt shocked at herself because all she wanted to feel was this thick cock stretching her pussy. What she felt then was what she would have least suspected. A pair of hands touched her ankles. Gina jumped and tried to pull off the cock in her mouth. The man followed her, shoving his cock back in, forcing her to continue sucking. The new hands caressed Gina's ankles gently, then wandered up her legs. The touch was light, fingertips only, and it made Gina shiver. Briefly, her fear returned. She was helpless to stop these people. She was too into it to care anyway.

A pair of soft lips followed the fingers, planting dewy kisses up the length of Gina's legs. She found herself spreading her thighs again, urged by a gently pressure from the second person's hands. The cock withdrew from her mouth. The first man's hands closed around Gina's tits, squeezing and kneading as he kissed her hard. Gina thrust her tongue into his mouth, wrestling with his tongue. Then the fingers on her legs traveled to her crotch, and Gina moaned into the first man's mouth.

The hands that spread open her pussy were petite, the touch delicate. Gina felt a thrill as she wondered if the second person was a boy, a young teenager getting his first taste of a woman. But the mouth that covered her cunt was skilled. The lips were soft, the tongue long. It probed into Gina deeply, replacing the humming vibrator in her pussy hole. Gina arched her back, her body wracked by the intensity of this experience. She had often dreamed of having a threesome. Somehow it was even more thrilling to be doing this blindfolded and tied up.

The first man was alternating between kissing her and sucking her tits. The one between her thighs was tongue-fucking her, using fingers to gently pinch and twist Gina's swollen clit. Before she knew what was happening, Gina was cumming yet again, filling the second person's mouth with a rush of woman cum.

Fingers replaced tongue in Gina's hole. The tongue covered her clit. Then she felt the vibrator probing her asshole, and she tensed. Gina had tried anal sex once before. It had been painful and uncomfortable. But she enjoyed a finger in there already, and she made herself relax. The tongue left her clit and pushed into her ass, making Gina cream. Quickly, vibrator replaced tongue, and Gina was surprised at how easily the toy slid into her ass. She was more surprised by how good it felt. Then it was switched on, and Gina nearly came off the bed.

Delicate fingers spread Gina's pussy wide as the vibrator buzzed in her backside. The tongue drove deeply into her fuckhole before the second person began sucking, literally sucking Gina's pussy. The first person was sucking her tits with wild abandon, and Gina could hardly believe she was about to cum again.

As if sensing it, both her lovers pulled away suddenly. By the way the bed shifted, they seemed to be swapping places. The first man was the largest of the two. The bed dipped a bit as he kneeled between Gina's widespread thighs. She shuddered when she felt his cockhead touch her cuntlips. Never in her life had she been so ready to be fucked. His large hand gripped her hip as he used the other hand to guide his cock into her.

The vibrator was still buried in her ass. As the man's thick cock pushed its way into her, Gina realized she was having both holes filled at once. Her pussy was being stretched as the man leaned forward. Her thighs rested on top of his, her feet dangling in the air. She pulled at her bonds, wanting desperately to grab him, to wrap her arms and legs around him and beg him to fuck her hard, fast, and deep.

The other hands caressed Gina's breasts followed by soft lips and that wonderfully long tongue. Gina cried out as the cock entering her bottomed out, the man's pubes becoming tangled with her own. The vibrations from her ass seemed to travel right into his cock and then deep into her cunt. He pulled back until only half his length remained inside her, then slammed back in quickly, his balls slapping her ass and making her tits jiggle in the other person's mouth.

There was something odd about the second person. The hands were too gentle, the lips too soft, the face too smooth. Then Gina stopped caring. Her pussy was filled with cock slamming in and out of her forcefully. Strong hands held her hips, holding her down as the man drove his cock into her, grunting with every thrust. The vibrator fit her ass perfectly, not large enough to hurt, and in fact the penetration was wonderful. It was amazing to have something in both holes at once.

The second person began kissing her. Again Gina strained at her bonds, wanting to embrace this petite lover. Gina could taste her own pussy on that long tongue, rubbing against her own. She couldn't remember ever having such a passionate kiss. Then the other thing caught her attention. The one kissing her had stripped. Gina could sense naked flesh so near to her own. Without breaking the kiss, the other person turned so that they were chest to chest.

Gina felt her stomach lurch as a pair of breasts touched her own. The second person was a woman! It was another woman's tongue in her mouth right now, giving her the best french kiss of Gina's life. It had been another woman eating her pussy, and now another woman's tits were pressed against her own. Gina discovered she loved the feel of this woman's flesh, the soft curves, everything. Gina gave in. She returned the kiss passionately. I'm kissing another woman! The voice in her head cried out, and her pussy spasmed around the man's cock. The man moaned loudly as he saw how Gina was kissing his partner, how the two women's tits rubbed against each other.

Her breasts were smaller than Gina's, but her nipples were just as swollen. She rubbed her tits against Gina as they made out, exploring each other's mouth. Gina felt as if the pleasure in her pussy had spread throughout her body, and she came with a scream. Her pussy spasmed so hard the man had to stop thrusting. The woman sucked Gina's earlobe and neck, hugging her tightly as Gina rode out the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.

She felt weak as a kitten as the man resumed thrusting, fucking Gina with ferocious intensity. The woman put her mouth next to Gina's ear. "I want you to eat me," she whispered. Without waiting for Gina's reply, the woman crawled up Gina's body. She put a foot on either side of Gina's head then squatted down.

The fear returned in a rush. This was it. The woman's pussy was barely an inch away from Gina's face. She could smell the same odor of arousal that came from her own cunt. Hesitantly, Gina raised her head. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue. Closer, closer, then she felt her tongue touching something soft. The woman moaned. Gina could sense she was trembling. Working up her courage, Gina pressed her tongue flat against the woman's soft folds and licked upward, drawing her tongue through the other woman's slit, tasting another woman for the first time.

The woman moaned loudly. She dropped down a bit, pressing her cunt against Gina's mouth. Gina opened her mouth wide to accept it. She could tell the woman's inner lips were swollen and splayed. Her pussy was dripping with excitement, and now her juices were flowing into Gina's mouth. The taste was familiar, much like her own pussy's taste. Gina forgot about being afraid and started tonguing the cunt in her mouth. The woman ground her pussy on Gina's lips, moaning loudly. The man was moaning too, as if each was about to explode.

Gina felt another orgasm building inside her. This was too incredible to be real. She had a fat cock plunging in and out of her sopping wet pussy, a vibrator buzzing merrily inside her ass, and she was thrusting her tongue into another woman's pussy. It must have excited the woman, too. She began to moan even louder as her body trembled. She was cumming! Creamy fluid ran over Gina's tongue. It had a metallic tang to it, not at all unpleasant. The woman's cunt throbbed as Gina licked her slit, trying to get all her juices.




The Cabin



The man began shaking next. Gina felt herself on the edge of a long drop, as though poised on a wire above a flaming pit. With a loud, guttural cry, the man rammed his cock into Gina as deep as it would go. She felt his head hit the mouth of her womb as hot cum began to jet out of him and deep into her pussy. The woman squealed with delight as Gina went tense, sucking on her pussy lips as her own orgasm hit her like a freight train.

Every muscle in her body spasmed. She jerked and bucked, feeling as if all reality had narrowed down to just three people. The man's cock throbbed as he came, and the woman shuddered, riding Gina's tongue. It was too much. At the peak, Gina blacked out, falling into a bliss so complete that it had to be a part of heaven. She felt the man relax between her legs, then finally pull his now limp cock from her pussy, trailing a tiny rivulet of cum. The woman moved to the floor so she could kiss Gina. She returned the kiss weakly, but loved having the woman's tongue in her mouth again, knowing it was another female she kissed. Her body was still throbbing, the echo of her orgasm reverberating through her.

She was dimly aware of movement. Her lovers were redressing. The woman leaned close, putting her mouth to Gina's ear. "Thank you for a wonderful time," she said in a sultry voice, one that Gina could now recognize. It had to be Tina, the forty year old woman who lived in the cabin next door. "See you next week?" Gina moaned and nodded.

The man chuckled. "We'll be here," he said. And now Gina felt another shock as she recognized his voice as well. Terry, Tina's forty-two year old brother. She shuddered at the implication of what had just happened. She'd had sex with two of her neighbors, both of whom were brother and sister. Her pussy throbbed again as she wondered if they ever did it with each other. Maybe next week she'd find out.

"Don't tie me up, next time," she managed to say. Her lovers laughed softly. All Gina could think was Thank God there's going to be a next time. She felt her bonds loosen. Weakly, she pulled the blindfold aside, but Tina and Terry were already gone. Gina heard the back door closing, and she was alone.

Smiling to herself, she drifted into a contented and dreamless sleep.



The Cabin



Author's Note: Once again Tim413413 has proved his mettle correcting my grammatical ignorance and logic flaws. Thank you sir! 

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The new snow hung like frosting on the evergreens. It was simply beautiful. Last night's snow had refreshed the whole mountainside and the morning sun made it glitter. The air was crisp, but not overbearing. I could still breath comfortably and my fur-lined boots were easily keeping my toes toasty. I stopped briefly to take it all in. This was nature's finest show. A brownish hawk was circling high in the sky off to the west. There was no wind and the winter silence was thick in the air. The only unsettling things were my footprints that had marred the perfect landscape. Even the snow-covered cabin, with its slow-smoking chimney pushing up through the fresh whiteness, looked like it belonged.

I took a deep breath and smiled at no one. The logs weren't going to move themselves so I violated the landscape some more by brushing the snow off the wood pile. I had enough stacked to last a month. That's all I really needed since I wasn't planning on needing any after the end of the year. I just wanted to enjoy the world without anyone else in it. Just for a while. Long enough to quiet my brain and center my thoughts. I didn't want to think about work, family and civilization. It is harder than you think to not think about something. The silence and scenery helped. Being alone had me cheating once in a while. Playing back scenarios, wishing I had acted differently, keeping my mouth shut instead of sticking my foot deeply down my throat. It was difficult to forget, but I had bourbon to help me through.

I had stocked a full case of Woodford Reserve. I had asked the owner of Tri-County Liquor for the best that money could buy. He didn't hesitate to recommend Woodford Reserve with the seasoned oak finish. I spent my life buying the cheapest so it made sense to splurge now. This was my time. I couldn't tell you if it was the best bourbon; I only knew that the owner of Tri-County Liquor thought it was. It took him a month to secure the case so at least it was more rare than most. That, and its smoothness, made me happy. December was all about my happiness. Sitting by the fire in my warm cabin with a glass of Woodford made me happy. 

I grabbed a few pieces of firewood off the stack. I knew it would take me about ten trips to get a day's worth inside. This type of work never bothered me. Mindless manual labor was refreshing. It allowed me to think about other things and be productive at the same time. Packed in each of these logs were minutes of warmth. The job was necessary and fulfilling. There was no wasted effort, nothing to coordinate and certainly nothing to justify. It was simple, healthy work that didn't require a committee and ten meetings to complete. This was life at its core. Simplistic and satisfying. 

There wasn't any power, not even a generator. I had oil lamps for light and a fireplace for heat. Nothing else was needed. No cellphone, not that it would work on the mountain, no TV and no internet. This was my Christmas present to myself. Total isolation. Time to breath, refresh and forget. 

I am an accountant. That alone should speak volumes regarding the tedium that is my life. My marriage failed a year ago. That was last year's Christmas present. She told herself lies as to why, but I knew it was rooted in boredom. I knew I was bored and didn't really have the energy to generate newness in the relationship. Love had always been enough for me. I didn't need much else. For her, it wasn't nearly enough so we threw away seventeen years and pretended it never happened. I didn't even fight it. I released her from my bog of nowhere so she could find some happiness. I still loved her, I just didn't care about her enough. At least, that is how she put things. It hit hard when she quickly found someone who did care. I was easily replaceable. My mark on this earth was tenuous at best. 

It took me eleven loads of firewood to assure a warm night's sleep. Except for cooking, my workday was done. I finished the last of the coffee and headed out into nature. The cabin was in a clearing about the size of a football field. It was surrounded by trees that sloped downward to the south. I always went to the north, higher and closer to the top of the mountain. It seemed more isolated, more free and certainly farther from humanity. The snow wasn't too deep yet. They told me it would be much deeper, but it was barely knee high and under the trees it was only half that. Maybe it was global warming or maybe just a random roll of the winter dice. 

I trudged to the trees 'til I could relax my step. I had seen deer a few days ago and hoped to see them again. They fit into my quiet winter wonderland, nuzzling their snouts into the snow, looking for vegetation. They didn't need all that mankind had created. They had no stress or sense of wanting more. They were just here and they seemed to like it. That is how I wanted to feel. I had felt that way once, long ago. I wanted it back. I wanted to be happy just being me.

The trees were calming. A lot of the branches looked comfortably sleepy, bending low with the new snow. Every now and then, one of the branches would release its burden in a shower of white and bounce back to a stronger look. I moved through the white forest slowly, relishing the lack of human trespass. I disturbed some small bird that chirped its way into the sky and flew off to parts unknown. I could see the snow-covered mountain tops in the breaks of the trees. They were tree-barren with jagged rock outcroppings. More majestic than friendly and many miles away. 

A sharp reflection, from my left, attracted my eyes. It was too intense to be a glare off the snow. I headed off to investigate and caught a few more mirror-like bursts on the way. I neared a dead tree, ancient by the look of it. It was just a trunk standing tall with stubs where all the branches once grew. Near its base, two chrome handle bars stuck out to either side like antlers. At first I thought they were from a motorcycle. As I closed the distance, it became obvious that a snowmobile had ended its journey on the other side of the tree. 

Last night's snow had covered a good portion of the machine. I wouldn't have noticed it if it hadn't been for the handles sticking out into sun. There was a small indent of a trail, mostly covered by new snow, that led directly to the tree. I brushed the snow off the front and realized the machine was totaled. The front end had collapsed into the tree, obviously destroying any of the steering and controls. The machine was cold so it had been there a while. That the trail was even slightly visible, indicated it happened sometime last night. I quickly brushed off more of the snow and looked around for footprints. I knew the snowmobile didn't drive itself.

An even fainter trail lead off to the east. It was barely noticeable in the new snow. I followed it to a large evergreen with low-hanging branches. I lifted one of the large green boughs and caused a powdery shower that obscured my view. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was under the tree. I also couldn't leave without knowing. The snow slowly settled as dust onto a puffy, blue down parka. I saw one boot and knew the other was beneath the snow. My first thought was to turn and leave. It was quickly followed by the human duty to make sure the rider was dead. 

It wasn't that I was squeamish. I just hadn't been around many dead bodies. I wasn't sure what I could even do about it. I had isolated myself on purpose. No one was coming back until March and I had no way to contact anyone. It wasn't my plan to contact anyone ever again. Thoughts of dragging the body back to the cabin, burying it the snow until spring or building some kind of coffin cluttered my brain. Just the thought of that was ruining my mountain. Maybe I could build a marked trail to the site here. That seemed a bit more reasonable. The rider couldn't have come up here alone. There had to be someone looking. 

I crawled under the tree and slowly rolled the body on its back. It wasn't stiff like I expected so I crawled closer to the head. A woman's face, half-covered in dried blood, was framed in the hood of the parka. She looked thirtyish with light brown hair. Her expression was soft and serene. The stress I expected to see in her face just wasn't there. A light puff of breath escaped her nose into the cold air. She wasn't dead. I removed my glove and felt her pale face with the back of my hand. It was very cold. She wasn't dead yet, but she was close to it. I suspected she wouldn't have made it much longer if I hadn't come along. I wasn't even sure she would make it with my help. 

I dragged the shoulders of her parka and slid her out from under the tree. I was a good half mile from the cabin. She needed warmth and I didn't have confidence I could carry her more than a hundred feet. The snow was too deep for that. She certainly wasn't waking up on her own and the blood indicated a head injury. I needed some kind of sled. 

I went to a smaller evergreen and crawled in among the branches. The lower boughs were less than an inch thick at the trunk. I stepped up on a branch and jumped a bit until it snapped. I repeated the process until I had sheared off four branches. I ripped the straggling tendons free of the tree and brought the branches out. They were about five feet long with a good bed of green foliage. I laid them together and grouped the sappy trunk ends together. My gloves were already pretty sticky when I slid the woman's body onto the makeshift sled. I had the bulk of her weight on the branches with her booted feet trailing off the end. I merged the thick ends together and pulled. 

The going was slow and I was thankful it was basically downhill. It took me a good half hour to drag her back to the cabin. The small trail of debris behind us spoke well of the sturdiness of the makeshift sled. My gloves were covered in sap. I had to remove them before I half-lifted, half-dragged her limp body into the cabin. I laid her on the rug before my dwindling fire. I threw on a few more logs and it quickly turned back into a small inferno. She hadn't moved a muscle during the entire process. I feared she may be injured more than I had the capability to deal with. It was a moot thought, she was here now and I would have to deal with it. 

Once the room temperature warmed up, I returned to my guest. She still hadn't moved. I felt her face and it still felt way too cold. I figured the first thing to do was to get her out of her jacket. By now, it may be doing a good job of keeping the heat out. I unzipped the full-length parka and was surprised to see nothing but jeans and a UCLA t-shirt underneath. Not the type of clothes I expected on a seasoned snowmobile rider. It took some time to get her arms out of the parka. I noticed her body's core temperature was way down. Her entire body had an aura of cold radiating above the skin. I wasn't sure how much a body could stand, but this just felt way out of line. 

When I removed her boots, I was met with ice cube-like bare feet. No socks, just feet on the verge of turning blue. I had seen enough movies and documentaries to know what I should do in this type of situation. I had to use my body heat to quickly warm her. Her t-shirt was thin enough, but the jeans had to go. I undid the button and prayed that, unlike her feet, she had something on underneath. Sensible lime green panties let me breath a sigh of relief. I know this was a clinical situation, but I was a man and naked females always sent the brain the wrong message. I slipped off her jeans and grabbed the thick quilt off the bed. Her body had started shivering slightly. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

I took a deep breath and striped to my t-shirt and boxers. I threw another log on the fire, laid down beside her and wrapped us like a mummy. She was an ice cube. I had never felt anyone so cold. I rolled her on her side and spooned into her. I hugged her close to me and tried to maximize my surface area to hers. I could feel breathing. It was shallow, but consistent, which I took as a good sign. I ignored her blood-matted hair for now. The wounds didn't seem to have fresh blood, so I figured it could be dealt with later. 

It wasn't long before I recognized she was a sexy ice cube. All I had to do was lie there so my brain wandered. She was slim and tight. Her butt felt like it was designed by Joseph Pilates himself. I forced my brain back to more important things as her shivering increased. I couldn't think of what else to do. I lay there and held her. Her body would go through a small set of shivers then stop. I think she was getting warmer; either that or I was getting colder. I whispered encouragement to her, telling her she was going to be fine. She wasn't responding, but I kept up the soft rhetoric in hopes she didn't freak out if she came to. 

I woke in a sweat. I had fallen asleep and the cabin felt like it was a hundred degrees. The first thing I noticed was the woman was gone. I sat up quickly in a panic and was met by a weak smile from the couch. 

"Hi," the woman said with little confidence. She was wrapped in the blanket from my bed. I was glad to see she wasn't shivering. Her eyes were unexpected. For some reason, I had pictured brown eyes with tiny pupils. Although her face looked exhausted, her eyes seemed alive. They were a different kind of blue, almost a powder blue. Her pupils were strong and steady. They weren't shying away like her voice.

"Ahh...hi," I fumbled, "I'm sorry about the intimacy. You were pretty cold and that's the only thing I could think of." I pulled the quilt back over my shorts. I was underwear to underwear with her a short time ago, but now it felt uncomfortable. Her eyes sparkled a bit and fine lines radiated from the corners of her eyes as she smiled.

"I know. I'm just glad I wore underwear today," she said offhandedly. I blushed, more at my previous thoughts than at her humor. "Since we've already slept together, I guess I owe you a name. Julie." She pushed her hand out from the blankets toward me.

"Bill," I responded as I shook her hand lightly. It felt warm so I knew the worst was over. I noticed the blood was cleaned off her face and her hair didn't look as matted. "Your head okay?" I asked, gesturing to her left side. 

"Yes, I guess so. It was more of scrape than cut," Julie answered, "I think I may have ruined one of your towels cleaning up." She had a look of contrite concern, like someone who had unwittingly overstayed her welcome and was asking for even more time. The look was appealing that I smiled on instinct. 

"No worries," I responded casually, "can I get you something hot to drink - tea, coffee? I might even have some hot chocolate packages I stole from the hotel on my way here." I looked around the cabin, trying to remember where I stashed the chocolate. 

"Chocolate sounds divine," Julie answered with a look of hunger, "I still feel so cold on the inside." She shivered a bit, giving evidence to support her comment. I found the chocolate in my travel bag. I had enough for three cups so I decided I would make coffee for myself. Usually, I am a bit more selfish, but I felt I had a doctor-patient commitment right now. If she liked chocolate, she could drink it all. I fired up the propane stove and put on a kettle. 

"How did you end up piled into a tree?" I asked as I fished cups out of the cabinet. There was an uncomfortable silence I let brew a bit before I turned back to Julie. She wasn't looking at me; she was looking at her hands while playing with the edge of the blanket. At first, I thought she didn't hear me. I was thinking about repeating, or maybe waiting to ask her later, when she raised her head.

"Is it okay if we don't talk about it right now?" Julie's voice was quiet and her eyes were pleading. I didn't expect there to be any intrigue about the situation. It was just my brain trying to put together the pieces. Of course, her question led to a bunch of speculation. 

"No problem," I smiled kindly. I suddenly remembered I was walking around in my boxer shorts. I moved quickly to my pants and, with a little blush, donned them quickly. Julie's smirk was adorable. The one-room cabin was going to severely limit our privacy. At least my embarrassment got us off the accident topic cleanly. 

"So why are you up here, Bill?" Julie asked to break the silence. I was about to make a joke and repeat her dodge back to her, but I resisted. I didn't want to build any more regrets since I had so many already. 

"Just a getaway," I answered, "you know, leave the rat race behind. Get back to nature and unwind." I shrugged my shoulders to make it plain that I didn't have any single driving reason. I did, but that was for me alone. "I used to come around here with my dad when I was young. I still think this is the most beautiful place in the world." I moved toward the kettle that had begun to boil. "This time of year is the best, not horribly cold and the fresh snow makes everything so...clean."

"It is beautiful," Julie agreed, "and so quiet. Why aren't you sharing it with someone?" I felt she was inching into my life story. I didn't want to rethink my past. I came up here to forget it.

"There isn't anyone right now," I said, not wanting to go any deeper than that. I ripped open a hot chocolate package, poured the contents into a cup and filled it with the boiling water. I set up the gravity coffee machine and pulled the boiling kettle off the burner. "What about you? Someone roaming the mountain looking for you?" I didn't want to go back in that direction, but she was digging deeper than I wanted to go. I figured she would get the message and we would change the subject. 

"Nope, all alone," she conceded and then quickly changed the subject, "that cocoa smells delicious." I was expecting evasion. I was surprised she told me she was here alone. The way she was dressed didn't quite jive with her answer. She didn't look like the type that would come up this far alone. Then again, I suspected I didn't look the type either. Even though my brain wouldn't let it go, I made sure my mouth did.

"Here we go," I said cheerfully as I brought over her cocoa, " this should warm you up nicely." Julie carefully took the steaming cup. Being within arm's reach, I noticed her head wound wasn't as clean as she thought. "Pardon me," I said as I hesitantly moved some of her hair back behind her ear. She shivered a bit at my unexpected touch. "You still have a bit of bark in that scrape. I think we should clean it. This is not the place to get an infection," I reasoned.

"Okay," Julie agreed, "right after the cocoa." She smiled and blew across the cup before taking a sip . "Oh, that feels so good." I could hear the relief in her voice. "I've never been so cold in my life." I went back to pour a cup of coffee. I wasn't sure why I felt good about her liking the cocoa. I was enjoying it as much as she was. I poured a cup of joe and joined her on the small couch.

We talked about small stuff. Julie was excited to hear about my deer sighting. It was rare to see them this high, this time of year. I explained the workings of the chemical toilet. That got me a few grimaces, but the alternative was outside in the snow. We laughed at each other's stupid jokes and talked about the latest movies and TV shows. She read romances and I read spy novels. We decided they were basically the same thing. One just had more action. I let that point slide a bit. Julie was incredibly easy to talk with, as long as we stayed away from personal history. 

Once Julie finished her second cup of cocoa, I collected a washcloth, a bowl of water and some spray antiseptic I found in the cabin's first aid kit. I sat on the couch and asked her to lean over a bit so I could get a better look at the scrape. Unexpectedly, she laid her head in my lap and hugged my leg. I was surprised by her trust, but I guess we did just sleep with each other. 




The Cabin



"Be gentle, 'Doctor,' " Julie cooed as she snuggled into my thigh. The intimacy was nice. I hadn't been this close to anyone in a while. I hadn't realized how much I missed it. I carefully pushed her hair away from the abrasion. I admit I took a little liberty by dragging my fingers along her neck while doing it. I could swear I saw the beginnings of a smile form on her lips when I did it. It was gone when I looked again. I pulled the oil lamp a little closer and dipped the washcloth in the water. There wasn't a lot of foreign debris, but enough to warrant a good cleaning. 

I gently wiped the surface of the wound until the dried blood hydrated and began to give. I received a couple of eye tightenings as I began to wipe away the tree grit. "Sorry," I apologized as I continued more carefully. Julie returned a hummed response. She remained still as I made sure the scrape was completely clean. I expected a deeper gash. The snowmobile was a mess. I wondered how she got away with just a shallow scrape. I lightly blotted the area with the dry side of the cloth when I was done. I shielded her eyes with one hand and sprayed the antiseptic with the other. 

"All done," I reluctantly stated. Julie smiled and hugged my leg a bit tighter. I was happy she didn't just sit back up. I responded by playing with her hair. I combed my fingers through it, breaking apart the strands that were still stuck together. I liked taking care of her. I knew nothing about her and that was most of the charm. No baggage, none of mine or hers. At least none that either of us wanted to share. 

Julie helped me make "dunch." Dirty pots and pans were a pain in the ass without running water so I had decided to merge lunch and dinner together a few days ago and it became dunch. I was surprised she chose to help in her lime green panties. Pleasantly surprised. She had none of the propriety I felt when I caught myself walking around in my boxers. I had a tough time trying to find reasons to be behind her. Her tight little bottom was incredibly cute and wiggled deliciously when she was working at the cutting board. I admonished myself for being a perv, but it didn't stop me from stealing glances. I was having fun. It had been a very long time since I could call anything fun. Julie certainly wasn't the peace and quiet I came up here for. In fact, she had thrown my plan of a month of serenity out the window. I hadn't expected to see anyone again. Here I was, her knight in shining armor, saving her life, laughing and eyeballing her green buns. I looked up into an adorable smirk. Julie had caught me staring at her ass. I felt my face turn a couple of shades of red.

"Green is your favorite color," Julie stated with a bit of humor. I was caught and I knew it. There was no denying the obvious. 

"Well, I must admit it is stunning," I confessed. 

"Why, thank you, Sir," Julie continued with a slight curtsy. It brought a smile to my face. It was a few moments later that I realized I had never told her my favorite color. I let it go as possibly bad wording and helped her finish dunch with a little less ogling. I was happy she didn't take it as an insult and rush to put her pants and parka on. 

We ate while continuing our conversation. Julie made vague references to her life prior to the accident. Nothing concrete and only if it made sense in context with the conversation. I didn't push because she didn't push me. This was the longest I had ever spent with someone not related to work since the divorce. Julie made it comfortable, never judging my statements and always listening. I returned the favor. 

After the clean up, I posed a question that had been on my mind. I didn't want it containing anything uncomfortable, but it did need to be discussed. "Without a vehicle, it's going to take a full day to get to civilization from here." I tried hard to make it conversational. "Do you think you would be up for the walk tomorrow?" 

"Alone?" Julie responded with a bit of fear in her voice. I never intended her to make the walk alone. I inwardly chastised myself for making it sound like I was kicking her out.

"No, no," I hopefully sounded contrite enough, "I'll walk down with you. I wasn't implying...I guess it came out wrong," I stammered, "it's just that the snow can get really deep if we wait too long. Then leaving will be impossible until spring." 

"You'd give up your vacation for me?" Julie asked with a bit of surprise in her voice.

"Well part of it at least," I replied. I had things to finish up here. Julie may have added a little spark to my life, but nothing lasts. "I'll have someone bring me back up here after you're safely down the mountain." 

"Well, I guess that will work," Julie said hesitantly. She didn't sound like she wanted to go back down the mountain. Maybe she was apprehensive about the walk or the cold. I wasn't sure and I didn't want to press the issue right now. I only knew staying would not be in her best interest or mine. Julie then gave me a strange, knowing smile. "Yes, we'll have to make it down before a storm hits. Tomorrow will work." Her statement seemed out of context, almost like she was thinking of something else. I accepted her commitment and ignored the rest.

It was early, but I needed to change the subject. "I have a stash of bourbon. Would you like to join me for a drink?" I asked with as much joy as I could muster. 

"I don't know if I like bourbon," Julie acknowledged, "but I'll give it a try." I wasn't planning on a guest or I would have had more variety. Her comment made me think she was going to hate it, but once offered I wasn't going to take it back. I put a small amount in two glasses. At least she wouldn't feel compelled to finish a whole glass. 

Julie's expression was as I expected. She pursed her lips, her eyes watered and she forced a gulp. "That's like gasoline," she said hoarsely. She rolled the liquid around in the glass while her mouth struggled to relieve her tongue of the flavor. 

"Sorry, you don't have to finish that," I said with a smile. I downed mine in a macho manner. I don't know why I thought it was necessary to demonstrate my drinking skills. I usually just sipped the stuff. Julie shocked me by standing up and grabbing the bottle. She refilled my glass half way and did the same to hers. 

"Oak finish, do they mean varnish?" she laughed while reading the bottle. 

"No, I think it's closer to paint thinner," I humored her. She carefully read the label before taking a dainty sip. This time it went down without the exaggerated expressions. 

"It kind of warms you up," Julie observed as she set the bottle down, "I'll just have to drink it slowly. I think it might grow on me." She looked like she was tasting booze for the first time. I'm not sure how someone could go through life without ever coming across it before. Maybe I was imagining things and it was just bourbon she hadn't tried before. 

We were three glasses in when I again thought Julie had never tasted alcohol before. She seemed enamored with her tipsiness. "It makes you feel pretty good," she commented as she moved to refill her glass. I moved quickly to stopper the top of the bottle. 

"Some is good," I instructed, "too much can make you pretty sick. Why don't I get you some water." I didn't wait for her to answer. I grabbed one of the gallon jugs and filled her glass. She took a sip and relaxed into the couch with a lazy smile on her face. 

"Tell me about your sister," Julie said while pointing at me with the glass of water. A bit of the water sloshed out onto the wood floor. She pulled back the glass with exaggerated carefulness. 

"What do you want to know?" I asked. The bourbon was going to my head. It was easier to talk about your life when you don't care so much about the bad memories.

"You know, family stuff... her kids, her husband," Julie stammered a bit getting out the list. Being buzzed was obviously new to her. 

"Mary's been married for ten years, I think." I was trying hard to do calendar math. "She has two kids. Brian, who's like eight, and Kim was six last month." It struck me that I didn't remember telling Julie I had a sister. "Her husband Frank is a plumbing contractor and makes a pretty good living at it." I was trying to recall our previous small talk. It never led to any mention of my family.

"Not that I mind you pulling me out of the snow," Julie said while waving her glass of water around again, "but why aren't you spending Christmas with them." Mary had her own family, that's why. I didn't want my sorry ass ruining her happiness like I ruined my own. I didn't like where the conversation was going. 

"Not really any of your business," I grumbled and grabbed the bottle of Woodford . I regretted saying it as soon as it left my mouth, but I wasn't taking it back. I knew she was a bit drunk, and she wasn't to blame for my memories. It was the first time I regretted her being here. 

"No, no, no," Julie responded, looking hurt at my response, "I didn't mean to do that." She nodded her head. "You're right, it is none of my business." Now I felt badly. Julie giggled and said, "Let me un-ask that." She then made an obnoxious set of sounds that were obviously meant to simulate talking backward. I had to laugh at the sloppy attempt. I felt a bit better, but poured myself another bourbon anyway. 

"So, you're stuck on an island." Julie went all "slumber party" on me. "Who would you choose to spend eternity with: Zooey Deschanel or "Scarlett Johansson, and why?" Afternoon traveled into night with back and forth questions like that. It wasn't the choice, it was always the 'why' that made us laugh. We began choosing the obviously wrong answers and coming up with ghastly reasons why. Julie never asked for more bourbon and I continued to drink. I wasn't falling down drunk, but I was feeling no pain when it was time to work on the sleeping arrangements.

"You can take the bed, Julie." I sounded like a gentleman. "I'll build a bed on the rug here." I figured I could borrow some couch cushions and a blanket or two. I might wake up when the cabin cooled down, but I could always feed the fire again.

"Nonsense," Julie said with dramatic flair, "we'll just share the bed." It was just a single bed. Something you might put in a kid's room. 

"It's an awfully small bed," I said, trying to give her a way out. 

"Then we'll be warm and cozy all night," Julie smiled with a sparkle in her powder-blue eyes. She reached inside her t-shirt and pulled the bra straps off her shoulders one by one. Looking in my eyes, she reached inside her shirt and removed her bra and threw it on a chair. 

"Are you sure?" I gulped like a teenager. I was replaying the scene in my head trying to make sure I didn't get any signals crossed. I had had a lot to drink. 

"Very sure," Julie verified and stood up from the couch. She held out her hand to me. Her lips seemed redder in the reflected firelight. Her smile was genuine and I was already feeling very manly between my legs. I stood, ignoring my obvious arousal, and took her hand. Her eyes lit up as she glanced at my crotch.

"I turned you on that much?" she questioned, "that was easier than I thought." It was a truly odd statement. I briefly wondered if I was being teased. Her obvious delight allowed me to discount that theory immediately. She almost yanked me toward the bed. I grabbed the quilt on the way to use when the fire died down. 

Julie removed her top and dropped her panties without a thought. I started unbuckling my pants as she stood in front of me with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Her breasts were small handfuls with nipples that were straining to the point of bursting. She had a small tuft of hair barely hiding her sex. She was bursting with energy.

"This is so exciting," she breathed as I removed my shirt. Her statements were getting odder by the moment. I mean, they fit, but they were almost childish in tone. She helped me lower my boxers since I didn't seem to be moving fast enough. My erection stood up proudly and I made no attempt to conceal it. Her boldness was infectious. 

"It's bigger than I thought," Julie commented, "can I?" She made like she was going to touch me, but held back waiting for permission. This was the oddest sexual experience of my life. It's not like I have had many women to compare her with, but Julie's mixture of exuberance and lack of confidence was strange. 

"Of course," I answered. Did Julie think I would say no? She carefully wrapped her hand around my shaft. I caught a shiver running up my spine from the tenderness of her touch. She stroked it softly as she lifted it and examined the head. 

"It's so beautiful," Julie whispered. Normally I would chalk up a comment like that as pillow talk. From her, it was voiced with infatuation. She had obviously been with fewer men than I had been with women. I let my ego gobble that one up, I wasn't about to correct her. I raised my hand to her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. I could see the lust in her powder-blue pools. She had eyes like an angel.

"You're beautiful," I whispered back and slowly pulled her lips to mine. There was a hesitancy when our lips merged. I could swear it was her first kiss. It was tender and dry and she almost pulled back before the passion set in. I parted hers with mine and teased her upper lip lightly with my tongue. She moaned at the tickle and drove her tongue after mine. The kiss became deeper as I sensed her experimenting, trying everything. It was teen love all over again. I moved my hand to the side of her neck. She leaned into my caress and kissed me harder. 

"I think I'm ready," Julie stated when she broke the kiss. Again, another odd statement. I was, of course, quite ready. I would never have thought to blurt that out, much less pass up on some sexy foreplay and exploration. She sat on the bed and pulled me with her. I pushed her back and laid down next to her. 

"You in a hurry?" I asked with big smile. It came out a bit differently than I intended. I was just trying to express how much I was enjoying this, but I think I may have sounded a bit correcting. She surprised me.

"Kind of, is that bad?" Julie looked at me like she valued my opinion on the subject. I thought about it. There was nothing bad about it. We had all night and if she wanted a quickie first, then who was I to slow her passion. 

"Absolutely not," I affirmed. I moved between her legs and placed my hand on her sex. I expected to have to coax her lubrication a bit. I was wrong. She wasn't wet; she was soaking. Julie moaned when my finger found her opening and her head strained back. I have never seen a woman get so aroused by simply undressing and having a single kiss. It was an incredible turn on. I went from balsa to hickory as I slowly massaged her swollen lips. 

I shifted to make my entrance. Julie's hands grabbed me and guided me. Her need was intense which helped build mine. She raised her knees to ease the entry. She moaned as she guided the head past her opening. Julie's passage was tight. Her body was fighting the intrusion, but her hands were pulling me deeper. I found resistance a short way in. Something I didn't expect. 

"Are...you.. you're a virgin?" I stammered, not wanting to go any deeper. Her odd statements began to make sense. A sexy, thirty-something virgin was such an odd thing in this day and age. I looked at her pleading eyes. Why had she waited? I wasn't sure I was worthy of her wait. Why now, in a cabin in the woods with a stranger?

"Please, Bill," she pleaded, "I want to feel what it's like." My bourbon-filled thoughts allowed my misgivings to fade. I pushed against her resistance and Julie scrunched her eyes. I hadn't pushed hard enough and the look of pain on her face affected me. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered as I pulled back a bit. Every woman I had ever slept with was experienced. I was never anyone else's first. I didn't like being the source of pain. 

"Harder," Julie begged. Her hands grabbed the sides of my waist and pulled. She had no leverage to affect my movements, but her encouragement was the permission I needed. I pushed harder and broke through, deeper than I expected or thought prudent. Julie yelped and her eyes scrunched up into tight little sinkholes. I stopped moving at once and cradled her head in my hands.

"I'm sorry," I apologized softly, "I'm so sorry." I felt a tear well up as I watched her face slowly relax. Dealing out pain wasn't in my genes. 

"Just be still a moment," Julie said as a smile formed on her face, "let me get used to you." She reached up and caressed the side of my head. I took it as forgiveness. Her eyes opened and I got lost in the powder-blue sea. She pulled my head closer and again our lips merged. We shared each other's mouths, her with more confidence and me with more longing. I was her first.

After a moment, her hand traveled down to my butt and pulled me slowly. I pulled back from the kiss and pushed carefully deeper. She had a sharp intake of breath, but kept pulling me in. I watched her eyes for signs of pain and saw only desire. I stopped when I had to - pelvis to pelvis. She held me there with a serene look on her face. "You feel wonderful in me," Julie cooed as she caressed behind my ear.

"I don't like hurting you," I responded. I was afraid of moving in her now. I wasn't sure how much pain I could watch. 

"Love and pain are the same," Julie insisted, "you can't have one without the other. Having you in me is worth twice what it took to get there." Julie was the definition of odd. Suddenly she was an experienced philosopher who spoke from inexperience. I was just happy she was smiling. It certainly felt wonderful to me. I could have stayed there all night.

I felt Julie's hips shift a little, testing her movement. "Oh, that feels nice," she said. I let her do all the moving and tried to keep the bulk of my weight off her. Her pelvis was sending small surges of pleasure through me. I loved the way her eyes sparkled every time she triggered the same surges in herself. "Can you do it slowly?" she asked while stroking my neck.

I withdrew slowly from her warm sheath. There was no flinching or sign of pain. I only came out about half way then pushed back in. I used slow, managed thrusts. Her warm, tight passage was doing exciting things to me. I was concentrating hard to make it as pleasurable as I could without going too far myself. She continued to encourage me with her hands, trying to get me to withdraw more and reenter faster. 

We worked into a sensual rhythm. I resisted the urge to drive into Julie. My fever was high and I was proud of my control. Julie moaned each time I returned to full depth. Her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. I enjoyed the lustful expression on her face. The power I held was intoxicating. This was tender, slow, wonderful sex. The kind that didn't let the animal fully loose, as much art as lust. 

"Right there!" Julie announced anxiously as I reached full depth. She held me inside her and used her legs to grind her pelvis into mine. "Right there, right there," she strained and tremors ran through her body. I felt her orgasm travel from between her legs and up through her spine. Her neck strained back and the most amazing smile crossed her lips. A giant sigh escaped her mouth and she arched her back into the pleasure. I was concentrating so hard on her pleasure, I had neglected letting myself build to join her. I wasn't sure how much she understood, so I just let her ride to a sated finish. I loved watching and knowing.

"That was better than I imagined," Julie admitted once her breathing slowed. She pulled me in for a kiss and then smothered my face with a series of wet pecks. I remained inside her and enjoyed her enthusiasm. I was going to have to wait for my release, but it hardly mattered. I was so happy her first was good. I felt manly, happily manly. 




The Cabin



Julie rolled me over while giggling. She somehow stayed with me, never letting me out. She placed her knees outside my legs. "Your turn," she stated seductively. She understood more than I realized. I no longer had to worry about hurting her. She was in control and I found it exhilarating. Her small breasts did a little dance as she rose and fell with a lot more force than I thought she could take. The whole time she was beaming her powder-blues into my eyes. She reached behind herself and massaged my scrotum while she continued her ride. 

"I understand men like this," Julie smiled. The feeling was unexpected and wonderful. 

"Oh, yes we do," I said in encouragement. My smile must have stretched across the room. Julie was a delicious ball of sexual desire. She went from art to pure fun without missing a beat. I reached up and put my hands over her breasts. They were so soft and it made her giggle when I played with the nipples. God, I felt like a teenager. I relished her newness. 

Julie withdrew her hand from between my legs and leaned forward, never slowing her hips. "It's your turn to cum," she whispered in my ear. Her boldness surprised me and drove me closer to the edge. I felt her lips gently tug on my earlobe, followed by a warm, wet tongue. "Cum for me!" she demanded. I exploded. My insides were burning with pleasure as I emptied into her. She stroked my face. "Let it out, let it all out," she whispered lovingly as I arched into her. I didn't know how someone with no experience could drive me forward like an expert. I sighed and relaxed as I rolled down the mountain of joy. She caught me with her lips. Her soft, loving lips. 

"You should have seen your face," Julie blurted out when I opened my eyes, " you looked so happy." She was obviously proud of herself. I had to give her that one. 

"You made me very happy," I agreed. I cradled her face and gave her a quick kiss. We wore matching smiles as we lay there looking into each other's eyes. Julie was an enigma. A lovely, odd enigma. She rolled off me and cuddled close. She purred as I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so comfortable tucked in the nook of my arm. We stayed that way for a few minutes before I broke the peace. I wasn't sure why I did, but I knew I had been somewhat rude earlier and I didn't want to leave it that way.

"I didn't want to ruin their Christmas," I said softly while looking at the ceiling joists. 

"Whose Christmas?" Julie asked.

"My sister's. You asked me why I wasn't spending Christmas with them," I continued with the truth, "she has a wonderful life and mine has been pretty crappy lately. I figured it would be a downer for her kids. She deserves good memories." 

"I think you're giving me pretty good memories," Julie said as she snuggled closer.

"I can't do this with my sister," I laughed. I did have to admit to myself that Julie was also giving me some good memories. 

"That's not what I meant," Julie said as she swatted me playfully, "they're your family and they are happier with you than without." There she goes again speaking like she knows them. She didn't make it sound like a general statement. It sounded like a known fact. I was not in total disagreement though. My self-loathing had gotten a bit harsh. Deadly harsh. 

"I suppose you're right," I agreed. I was going to ask how she knew I had a sister, but I decided, for now, I was enjoying the mystery that was Julie. Maybe I would never ask. I would take her down the mountain tomorrow and reality would most likely separate us. I much preferred the innocent memories I had now. I pulled the quilt over the both of us when the sexual sweat receded. I knew I was covering a bit of a mess, but Julie was almost asleep and the mess didn't bother me. What you can't see just doesn't seem as bad. I closed my eyes and let the light from the crackling fire flicker across my eyelids. I felt comfortable in my skin for the first time in years. It wasn't long before I drifted off. 

I woke shaking. It was cold. No, more than cold - it was freezing! I could see my breath. My heart pounded as the ramifications crashed in on me. I sat up and wrapped the quilt around me. Julie was already awake and shaking. She was wrapped in a blanket and was desperately trying to relight the fire. She was holding the match directly on one of the large logs. She had obviously never lit a fire before.

"You have to use scraps," I said as I rose and headed for the tinder box. Julie turned to me with a slightly blue-lipped smile. "You should have woken me," I stated warmly as I dug a handful of tinder out of the box. 

"You looked so peaceful," she said with clattering teeth. I didn't go to the trouble to explain the danger we were in. Maybe it would pass and become moot. The cabin was pretty well insulated. It should have held a good portion of its heat through the night. If it was this cold in here now, it was deadly outside. 

I showed Julie how to build a small airy structure with the tinder. I let her light it which brought a bit of joy to her and a few kisses my way. We had a blazing fire in about five minutes. I enjoyed watching her wiggle her blanket-covered butt at the flames. Her color returned quickly. Unfortunately, we only had six logs left inside. That meant a trip outside into the freezer. I decided to warm up first and maybe have a little breakfast. 

I pulled the shutters open on the only window and cringed. A storm came through last night and the snow was an inch above the sill. Waist high snow and deadly cold made a trip down the mountain impossible. We were stuck and I knew what that could mean. I kept it to myself. My plans never included another and now I had to find a way to change those plans. 

"Is it always this cold in the morning?" Julie asked while rubbing her legs. The question seemed strange for a mountain snowmobiler. Again, I held back a follow-up question that might screw up our rapport. 

"No, a cold front came through last night," I answered as I shut the shutters. Might as well hold in as much heat as possible. 

"Oh, I guess that comes with the snow," Julie added. I looked at her by the fire and then back at the window. The shutters blocked her view of the snow. Maybe she looked earlier, before I was awake. Why does everything she say seem so strange to me?

It took two hours to bring in three day's worth of logs. It was so damn cold, I had to work in small bursts. The first hour was spent digging a way to the log pile. It was only about twenty feet from the cabin, but the snow wasn't cooperating. It was that light fluffy stuff that would blow back at you with each shovelful. Winter was in full force and I wasn't prepared to make it 'til spring. I had to find a way to get Julie down the mountain. 

I closed the door for good and hefted the last armload of wood onto the growing pile. "There's no way we would survive a trip down the mountain today," I said as cheerfully as possible. There was no point telling her the whole truth, especially if we could get a break in the weather that would allow me to ignore the issue entirely. The past week was unseasonably warm; therefore, a break was not a strong possibility. 

"So, you're stuck in a cabin with me," Julie said with a lecherous smile, "what will you do?" Her hair was a mess, all bunched up in places from last night's activities. She was still wrapped in the coarse green blanket that she started the morning with. No makeup, just her as nature intended. She was, by far, the sexiest woman I had ever known. Her attitude was more exciting than I can put into words. To her, this was all new and exciting. It was in her voice and her sparkling powder-blue eyes. Angel eyes. 

"No TV, no radio. We are going to have to find some way to entertain each other," I flirted with my voice. I removed my winter wear and placed it on the wall hooks. The cabin warmed up quickly after the door was closed for the day. 

"It's so cold. How will we stay warm?" Julie let the blanket drop to the floor. She stood, framed by the raging fire, naked as a nymph, perfectly comfortable sharing herself with me. For the first time in years, I had no desire to die. 

I moved toward her slowly, dropping my shirt and kicking off my shoes. She smiled at me and absently caressed her breast. How does someone so inexperienced, know exactly how to look so desirable? I knew the mystery made everything more intense, more powerful and so much more exciting. I wanted to see her in ecstasy again. I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Julie didn't move away from the fire. She let her hand drop from her breast and trail its way down her stomach and then, between her legs. I stepped out of my boxers with an erection that was twenty years younger. 

"Body heat, that's the best way." I kept up the playful rhetoric as I moved closer. Julie's hand was active between her legs. Her mouth formed an 'O' as a finger disappeared between her folds. I almost stopped to see how far she would go. I thought better of it. Her skin on my skin, that was more enticing than any show she could put on. I moved in and met her full lips with mine. I placed my hand over hers, and followed her finger with mine. She moaned into the my mouth - a silky, soft sound that echoed deeply.

I brought Julie's hand to my mouth and tasted her glistening finger. She had an oily, sweet taste and the smell was a musky heaven. She smiled and tasted herself on my finger. I watched as she slowly pulled my finger through her lips. She wanted me watching, her exhibitionist side was so alluring. I took her to the couch and gently sat her down. I kneeled in front of her and caressed her thighs open. Her movements were hesitant at first, almost like she wasn't sure what her role was. That ended when I leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. "Oh," she said and leaned back into the cushions, "I think I'm going to like this." It almost sounded like she was narrating a movie - her inflections never quite matching the situation. I almost laughed because I was getting used to it, but held it in and let my lips nibble down her thigh.

I ran my fingers through the soft hairs above Julie's sex as my mouth neared its target. I felt a shiver run through her thigh as I neared its apex. "I know I'm going to like this, " Julie whispered. She placed her hands on the back of my head, combing her fingers through my hair. My lips met her moist nether lips. Again, I was surprised by how little it took to excite her. I drew my tongue along her opening, tasting the sweetness. Her involuntary cooing was pleasant motivation, increasing my arousal and my boldness. I gently opened her folds with my fingers and licked deeply, bringing out her smile and a lovely twitch between her legs. She tasted of summer, like sweet spring water warmed by the sun. 

I found her clitoris with my tongue. My ears were treated to a seductive gasp and a halting moan as I tickled her nub with the flat of my tongue. Her hands were guiding my head, steering my tongue back to her little bud every time it strayed. I was trying to explore and lengthen the sensuality, but she was having none of it. I heard a small giggle as she again fought to bring my tongue to where she desired. It was a short game, I so wanted to please her and teasing was as torturous for me as for her. I attacked her tense love button with my tongue and drove a finger into her. Her hips lifted into my face as I massaged the roof of her channel, looking for the root of her bud while my tongue lashed at its head. 

It was the first time I made a woman scream. The sound contained no pain or terror, just a loud echoing exaltation. My hand flooded with liquid as her body expelled itself in release. Julie's hands left my head and grabbed the couch cushions in a death grip as her mound vibrated violently. I struggled to stay with her, my tongue losing, then regaining, its focus. Each time I sent new waves through her body, she sent more baby moans to tickle my ears. 

I continued the assault until Julie's hands forcibly pushed my head away. She was laughing when she squeezed her legs together to protect her sensitivity. I made a half-hearted attempt at diving back in. "Stop, stop. I surrender," Julie laughed. She pulled me up and devoured my lips with hers. 

"What? Didn't you like that?" I playfully jested when I broke the kiss. I received a playful smack on the shoulder.

"You know I did," Julie responded, "at least until it tickled too much." She stroked the side of my head and gave me her powder-blues, "You were wonderful," she insisted, in earnest. I could never tire of her feeding my ego. I could hear the truth in her tone and see it in her eyes. I kissed her lips softly and ran my hand along her side. 

"My turn!" Julie blurted out. Her timing was off again. Here I was in the middle of sharing a sensual moment and she explodes with unbridled enthusiasm. She pushed me onto my back on the couch and grabbed my erection. Boring she was not. "Let me know if I'm doing this right," she said before lowering her mouth over my crown and half way down the shaft. There wasn't any teasing or tension-building. Julie was all business. I felt her tongue swirling around the head when she went up and massaging the underside when she went back down. One hand was stroking the bottom of my shaft and the other was tickling my balls. 

Julie looked up with her powder-blues, asking with her eyes if I was pleased. I groaned out a "perfect" and she smiled with her mouth full. She redoubled her efforts and I knew I wouldn't have much time to enjoy it. Her desire to please me far outweighed my control. I sucked in as she tried to take me deeper. I couldn't believe how much effort she was putting into what was obviously her first blow job. I started breathing heavily as I felt the familiar strain in my groin. I was moments away. "You're going to make me cum," I spit out, trying to warn her. I saw that half smile again as she tried to take me even deeper. I lost it. I groaned deeply and released in her mouth. Julie hummed a "mmmm" as she held me deep. I shot into her again, my insides all mushed up as my orgasm peaked. Her tongue felt like it was wrapping itself around my shaft as I finished a final time. Her movements slowed as I sighed and relaxed into the cushions. 

Julie lovingly sucked on me as I came down. Her hands were caressing lightly now, almost to the point of tickling. She pulled her mouth to the tip. I almost jumped out of my skin when her tongue attacked the small slit. I saw revenge in her eyes as my nerves sent urgent messages to my brain. I laughed as I tried to pull away. She followed with more determination. I had to carefully lift her head away by force. "Whoa, that tickles," I sputtered between laughs. 

"I see," she reasoned, "you mean it's not nice to do this?" I felt her finger run lightly across the top of my penis. I jumped and tried to tuck it between my legs. 

"I learned my lesson," I pleaded while failing to hold back a smile. Triumphantly, she crawled over me and lay on top. Her breasts on my chest, her head comfortably on my shoulder. 

"Did I do it right?" she asked, looking at me with her powder-blues. 

"Absolutely wonderfully," I praised as I stroked her hair, "even your torture was exquisite." Julie smiled and tucked into me. I loved the feel of her breasts on my chest. I reached down and retrieved the blanket from the floor. I mummified us and we took a short, warm, sated nap.

It was three days later when I knew the weather wasn't going to break. We were locked up until spring. I loved those three days. We explored each other completely. At least, physically. I still knew nothing about her and I let little of myself out. Julie was excellent at blocking my obtuse attempts to gather information. I never pressed since her own attempts at my information were never pressed. One thing I could no longer hide, was the danger we were in. With no outside communication, the end I had planned was going to come to pass even if I no longer wished it. 

"Julie," I started by looking at the floor. I wasn't good at breaking bad news. "We're in a bit of trouble here." A 'bit' was a bad choice. It should have been replaced by 'shit load,' but I wanted to break it as gently as possible. She looked up and drew my eyes with hers.

"What kind of trouble?" Julie asked with the strangest grin on her face. It looked like she knew what I was going to say. Again, her oddness got pushed front and center.

"We may not be able to leave until the spring thaw," I said while looking into her glorious eyes. They sparkled knowingly. "And we don't have enough supplies to make it until then." The truth was we would probably die in mid-January when we finished burning all the furniture. Way before we starved to death. I waited for the realization to sink in. I expected at least resignation if not outright tears. Maybe a wild attempt to find some unknown solution. I got none of those.

"You planned it well, Bill," Julie said without hesitation. I sat down in shock and looked at her. Had she figured it out or was she being sarcastic? Her expression didn't change, and she didn't move. She knew.

"How long have you known?" I asked. 

"Since you booked the trip in August," Julie stated. Again without inflection or change in expression. I felt a knot form in my throat. 

"Who are you?" I asked haltingly, trying not to lose control. This time something changed. An aura glowed about her. It went from nonexistence to radiant, from nothing to a golden sheen. My eyes were watering as her beauty continued to increase. 

"Your sister is coming," Julie said, "she got your letter early. She's been crying for three days while trying to find you." Tears began to flow and I had no way to stop them. "You better be nice, she's giving up her Christmas to come get you." 

"How do you know all this?" I sobbed. Mary wasn't supposed to get the letter until March. Long after the firewood and food ran out. They say freezing to death was just like falling asleep. 

"I've stretched all the rules," Julie said. Looking at her now was like looking into the sun. "My interference was more direct than normally allowed, but I wanted so much to know what it was like. Touching is so beautiful and oh, those feelings you gave me. I will cherish all of it for eternity."

I heard a distinct fast chopping sound echoing outside in the distance. I shielded my eyes. I could no longer look directly at her. "You're my guardian angel?" I asked. I knew of no other explanation. I was suddenly ashamed of myself in her presence. Laughter emanated like a sweet song across my soul. 

"Angel, yes, but not yours," Julie sang, "my time is up. Your sister needs you - don't ever forget her love again, and remember you will always have mine." The cabin exploded in light. It was a few moments before I was able to see again. I was alone. 

"Thank you!" I screamed, not knowing how far it needed to carry. I wasn't sure how she brought me back, but life was important again. My bad memories no longer clouded my mind. I was still capable of fun and, yes, love. I wanted more than a frozen end. I wanted a warm tomorrow. 

The helicopter was getting closer. Mary would be pissed and I smiled at the thought. Thank God the letter arrived early. Or thank His angel, I reasoned. I quickly donned my boots and parka. I noticed the cabin contained no evidence Julie was ever there. Her clothes and parka were gone and even the evidence of her virginity was gone from the sheets. Maybe, I had gone insane. "Lock me up!" I shouted. It would be worth every moment. 

I looked around the cabin. There was nothing worth taking. I still had three quarters of a case of Woodford. I smiled, thinking of the next person who rented the place. Probably a bunch of hunters come spring. It would be my Christmas present to them. I put on my gloves and headed out onto the mountain. 




The Cabin



The air was mild, as cold mountain air goes. There was no wind which made the temperature more bearable. The helicopter came over the trees, sporting large ski-like appendages for landing gear. I cringed thinking how much this must have put a strain on Mary's finances. I would, of course, have to pay for it. It landed in the clearing and sank about a foot into the snow after causing a local blizzard. The blades were still turning when I saw my sister jump into the waist-high snow and wallow toward me. 

I met Mary halfway. Her eyes were red and I wasn't sure if she would hug me or hit me. I wasn't sure if she knew. "I'm sorry," I yelled over the sound of the twirling blades. She threw herself into my arms and I could feel her shuddering as she started crying. I held her and told her I was sorry a couple more times. I saw the pilot waving us in. I think he was holding the copter at the top of the snow and didn't want us to dawdle. 

I spent the trip back to civilization listening to a very repetitive lecture regarding my selfishness. In between all of Mary's salient points were tears. I took it all and knew I deserved more. When we were on the ground and the blades had stopped, I looked at Mary's red eyes. "I love you too," I said. There were more tears. This time good tears as we hugged. The pilot left us there and headed into what looked like an office at the small airport. 

It took me about twenty minutes to convince Mary that I had no intention of going through with anything like that again. She handed me my goodbye letter, still in its original envelope. It also contained a copy of my will. I took it and apologized for the umpteenth time. I found out later she had told no one. Even her husband was convinced this was a rescue mission due to bad weather and bad planning. 

I insisted on paying for the helicopter. Mary didn't put up much of a fight, but warned me about the cost of an emergency Christmas Day flight. The pilot was grizzly old guy, maybe in his sixties or early seventies, who looked like he spent his whole life outdoors. His face had that strong leathered look. He smiled when I asked who I should pay. It was a 'I was thinking of buying a Porsche' smile. "My daughter will take your payment," he grunted, pointing at the empty counter. "Samantha!" he called loudly. 

"Dad, we're still screwed," said a woman with strawberry blond hair, as she rounded the corner. She was looking into a ledger. "Come April fifteenth, the IRS will take what's left." She had her hair in a single braid that ran down to her waist. She was wearing a flannel shirt tucked into jeans. Her skin had the same outdoors brown tone of her father's, but none of his stress. "Even with this trip to rescue the idiot, the bill for the required FFA equipment will put us under." The old man coughed, trying get his daughter's attention. I, the idiot, held out my Visa card and smiled my most charming smile. At least her expression should be entertaining. I could see Mary trying to hide her grin. 

Samantha looked up slowly, finally realizing she wasn't alone in the room. I lost my smile when I saw her eyes, her powder-blue eyes. Julie's eyes. Angel eyes. Samantha looked at me and started to stutter an apology and stopped. Something happened in that moment that I could only describe as hope. I knew Samantha felt it too.

"You can accelerate the depreciation on required technology this year." My accountant knowledge kicked in while I got lost in her powder-blues. "You should be able to write off close to fifty percent this year." 

"Are you sure?" Samantha asked, never taking her eyes off mine.

"Yes," I answered, restoring the smile to my face, "I can get you a copy of the regs if you would like." I put my Visa on the counter and pushed it over to her. She put her hand on mine and caressed the card into hers. 

"I would love to have a copy," Samantha answered. Her hand was ringless and her smile warming.

"Maybe over dinner, tomorrow?" I suggested. Boldness had never been a part of me before. This was something new. Samantha was something new and I wanted new. Screw the past. I heard a stifled giggle from Mary and another cough from Samantha's father. 

"That would be lovely," Samantha agreed. Her eyes sparkled. I knew exactly whose angel I spent the week with.



The Cabin



I know how I got here; I just don't know what to do about it. A lot of you will think I am some disgusting slut, with no regard for herself or anyone else, and to tell you the truth, you are right. If you met me two years ago, you would think I was a prude. You would never believe that I've had sex with more than 10 different men in the last few months. I don't even know most of their names. Yet, I crave it. This is how it all started.

To tell you a little about myself, I am a short, fit, redhead that has been blessed (or sometimes cursed) with firm D cup breasts. They tend to garner me a lot of attention. At the same time, I often wear clothes that downplay their significance. I am a very active, my hubby calls me the energizer bunny. I don't go out often, and we tend not to entertain. Our circle of close friends is small. I work in the financial industry. My job is very busy, and stressful, but I get compensated very well. I guess, other people, would refer to me as classy, but friendly. It's only been recently that I've developed a taste for quickies. My hubby is more than willing to oblige me, pretty much any time I want. I had taken up masturbating, sometimes with toys, when he was away on business.

We've two grown boys, they don't live with us. One is in college, and the other is in the workforce. My hubby is a good looking guy, with a great job. We have a large home in the country. We love to camp, go to concerts and do all the normal things people do. 

There is one thing, which most people would never believe of me. I love sex, with strangers, outdoors. How I came to be this way is a bit of a long story. Some people like the details, some people don't. I am the former. This story is going to be detailed, and you will understand how I felt at every step of the experience.

As I stated before, I am active. I love a good run in the morning and often find myself hiking or kayaking, anything that gets me out and in the outdoors. I've always been this way. Last year, on my lunch from work I had taken up hiking down some trails about a 5 minute drive from my work. It's sort of a conservation area, no vehicles allowed. I drive over there, put on my hiking shoes and take a bit of a trek. The parking lot isn't very large, and there are rarely other cars there. Sometimes, if my hubby is away for work, I will go in the evenings. We live in a small town, and it's very safe.

The trail system is pretty intricate. Its used as a cross-country ski trail in the winter, and in the summer, people bike, walk their dogs and hike out there. The trails have a rather large outer loop, with quite a few forks and inner loops. I had been taking the same path, most of the time as it takes me just enough time to get around on my lunch hour. One occasion, last year, I decided to take a different fork and follow one of the inner loops. I came upon a bit of a clearing and found a cabin, obviously used by skiers in the winter. I got curious and went in. 

What I saw in the cabin shocked me, at first. There was evidence of people having sex in there. I found used condoms, wrappers etc and even a pair of women's panties. At first, I was pretty disgusted and left. I thought, "What kind of slut would have sex in there and leave her panties behind?" Over the next few days, I began to think about who would be having sex in there. I seemed to me that it would most likely be people, probably married, going there to cheat on their spouses. I told one of my long time girlfriends what I had found, in the woods, and she told me that she and her current boyfriend had "dogged" out there. I am not well versed in the deviant sex vocabulary so I had to get her to explain what she meant. Most of you know what it means, but she told me her boyfriend loved taking her down to those woods and having sex, sometimes with other people watching. I had no idea that was "a thing". I just couldn't wrap my head around what kind of payoff it had for them, but she said it was very thrilling and they didn't do it often.

Over the next few weeks, I still hiked there, but avoided the cabin. That being said, I am a very curious woman and the pull to the cabin was ever present. Every time I hiked, I would find myself considering going back to the cabin, not exactly sure why, but it would definitely cross my mind. I remember, one Wednesday, I had the opportunity to take an early lunch and decided to go hiking again. When I arrived at the parking lot, I noticed a very shiny, new Lexus parked there. I ventured down the trail. When I got to the fork that led to the cabin, the lure was too great; my curiosity forced me towards it. As I approached it, it seemed abandoned. When I entered, the sight I saw shocked, repulsed yet transfixed me. There was a middle aged man, tall, obese, well dressed in there. He had his fly open and he was masturbating. I froze. Every fibre of my being said "get out of here" but I couldn't move. He didn't stop, he just smiled at me and continued.

I still remember the look of him and his cock. He was intent on what he was doing, sweat beads on his brow. His cock was fat, and long. His meaty hands wrapped around it as he pumped it. He muttered a few words, coaxing me to "help". I shook my head negatively, but remained there, mere feet away from him. He said something like "have it your way, I don't mind you watching". He continued for a few moments then let out a deep groan as huge ropey streams of cum erupted from him. They flew so far that I had to lift my foot to avoid him splattering it. He zipped up silently and pushed past me on his way out. I was still in shock as I gazed down at his semen on the floor. I couldn't believe how much there was.

When I came out of my stupor, I realized where I was and got scared of being caught. I hurried out of the cabin and back to my car. I got back to work with 20 minutes left on my lunch. Once there, I had calmed down enough and realized I was highly aroused. I was so wet, I feared co-workers and clients might detect my state of arousal so I made an executive decision. I walked down the stairs to the floor below my office, found the handicap washroom, went inside, locked the door and masturbated myself to orgasm. I came so hard; I am surprised no one heard me. Not only was I rubbing myself, but I put several fingers inside me and I squirted quite a bit, so much so, that I had to clean the toilet I was sitting on.

I went back to my office, and felt a fair amount of shame, but I could NOT get the image of him masturbating out of my head. Luckily my hubby was away on business so I didn't have to worry about him sensing something different about me. After work, I got in my car. It was kind of like a dream, I was in a haze, and when I snapped out of it, I realized I was in the parking lot of the trails. I was shaking, aroused, and felt a little ill. Even so, I got out of the car and walked down the trails, towards the cabin. To this day, I don't know what I expected to happen, but I found myself in the cabin, sitting on the bench with my fingers in my pussy. I came, hard, and made a mess of my panties and skirt. Once I gained my composure, I left the cabin. When I got to the head of the trail I saw a young couple entering the trail with a blanket under his arm. I was horrified that they might see the wet spots on my skirt.

I got in my car and went home. I was confused and frightened. I wondered what would have happened if I had gotten caught in there. I fell asleep. I awoke the next morning, and got ready for work. I found myself thinking about what kind of clothing I'd have to wear to mitigate the risk of cumming all over my clothes LOL. The only thing I could think of was to take a towel or blanket, and if I went back, remove whatever bottoms/panties I had and put them back on after. It was like my subconscious took over and when I went to leave, I threw a small towel in the back of the car. When I got to work I got my laptop and lunch out of the back seat. I saw the towel I had put there and felt a bit of shame and disgust, but quickly divorced that from my mind.  

That morning at work was LONG. I was restless and fidgety. I tried not to think about the cabin, but it constantly came into my mind. At lunch, it was like I was on autopilot. I found myself back at the cabin, naked from the waist down, sitting on my towel, fingering myself madly to get off as quick as possible. Every little rustle the wind made spooked me but I finally reached orgasm and hurried back to work. This routine continued for a few weeks until one day I was right near my orgasm and a dog poked its head into the cabin. I didn't hear it approaching, and it freaked me right out. It didn't enter the cabin, its owner, a male, called to it and it ran off. My orgasm hit so hard I literally squirted the entire width of the room. It freaked me out so bad, I didn't go back to the cabin for a few weeks.

My head swirled over those few weeks. Every time I was alone, I masturbated, thinking of what would have happened if I had been caught. I didn't have any preconceived notions of what I would do, just the image of some stranger walking in the door while I was in the throes of orgasm would make me cum hard. I was squirting a lot and had resorted to masturbating on the floor of the washroom or in the tub to make it easier to clean after.

When I finally got the nerve to return to the cabin, it was near the end of the season. I went almost daily until it got too cold. I found myself taking longer and longer to orgasm. I am now convinced that I was purposely doing myself slower, to increase the chance of someone else walking in on me. That winter, I even convinced my hubby to take up cross country skiing. We went to the cabin a few times, and even had a quickie in there. The cabin had been cleaned up by the skiers, the graffiti painted over, and the floors cleaned well. Someone even installed a small wood burning stove on a large brick pad outside and more than once we found the cabin to be warmed up.

The spring could not have come any sooner for me. I seemed to be over anxious to get back to the cabin. The first hike didn't go well. It was wet and muddy and I turned back before I made it there. I waited another week, masturbating every chance I got. When I went back again, it was dry enough to make it down there. I masturbated slowly; I barely made it back to work in time. This routine went on for about a week. I still remember the day the routine changed. It was a Thursday, I had masturbated there at lunch, and since my hubby was away, I went back in the evening. I got out of my car, grabbed my towel and headed towards the trail. As I entered the trail, I looked back and saw another car enter the parking area. A man got out. My heart raced. He was alone. I could tell he was tall and thin, but couldn't see him clearly. He definitely saw me and as I walked down the trail, he followed, but kept his distance. I was wearing yoga pants, a tank top and a sweater.

When I got to the fork that led to the cabin my mind screamed to avoid it but my body had other ideas. I walked down the path. When I got to the cabin, I didn't know if he was still following. I sat on the bench and waited. My heart was racing. I dared not touch myself, even though I was hyper aroused. Sure enough, I heard him approach. He stopped before he entered. I was scared senseless. I was breathing very heavily. When he finally entered the cabin, he was about 3 feet in front of me. We didn't say anything and just stared at each other. Finally, I mustered the strength to ask him "what do you want?" He replied "I don't know" and he took a few steps towards me. He was wearing nylon running shorts, a sweat shirt and a muscle shirt under it. I was looking at him and he adjusted his crotch. To this day, I don't know what possessed me, but I reached out and felt his crotch. He was semi erect and not wearing underpants.

Again, it was like a dream. I stroked him a few times, then curled my fingers under the elastic waistband and tugged. His cock sprang free and then it was in my mouth. I sucked him eagerly. He wasn't huge, I had no problem taking the whole length in. When he was about to cum, I remember contemplating what I was going to do, take him out and jerk him? No, too risky, he might cum on me. He tried to pull away but I held him there as his cum shot out of his cock. I swallowed it. I remember thinking it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, to swallow, that is. It tasted salty, earthy. When he withdrew from me, he silently pulled his pants up and left. No thank you, that was good, or anything. He just left. I sat there, vibrating, feeling ashamed and extremely aroused at the same time. I considered leaving but did not want to run into him again on the trails. I decided to get myself off.

I peeled my yoga pants off and sat back down on the bench. It felt cold but I started to touch myself. The mixed emotions fuelled my desire and soon I was totally zoned out. I realized I wasn't dead set on a quick orgasm. I played with my lips and clit, enjoying the sensations. That's when I heard another sound. I froze. It sounded like someone was approaching again. I sat there, half naked on the bench, legs spread, hand on my sex and my mind was going a million miles a minute. It seemed like forever. I agonized about putting my pants back on, but for some reason, I didn't. When he entered the cabin, I instantly recognized him as the guy I had walked in on the season before. He smiled confidently and without a word, pulled his cock out. Before I knew it, I had his thick meat in my hand, stroking it. All I could think of is "holy shit, what am I doing, I just cheated on my husband with a total stranger, and now it's going to happen again". 

I took him in my mouth. He tasted of sweat, very repulsive, but I continued to suck. He became erect in my mouth and it was too much for me to handle. I gagged on it, mostly from the size, but partially from the smell. I felt sick to my stomach, but I continued. I just wanted to get him off and get out of there. He had other ideas. He seemed to be getting somewhat frustrated at my attempts to deep throat him. I was gagging a lot. Eventually he pulled it out of my mouth. He raised his hand in front of me and produced a condom. Almost robotically, I took it from him, opened it, and slid it on to him. He lifted me up into a standing position then told me to turn around. I hesitated and he took my elbow and guided me. He is quite a bit taller than me, so voluntarily, I knelt on the bench and I felt it touch my pussy. It was like electricity shot through me. He pressed it against my hole. He adjusted my position and pushed it into me. My body literally exploded in orgasm.

He fucked me hard, holding me up with one arm, around my waist. It was animalistic, and I orgasmed the entire time. He humped me like a dog in heat. I could tell he was close to orgasm but he pulled out and pulled off the condom. I was terrified he'd put it back in me, but again he guided me and turned me around and stuck it back in my face, jerking it. Before I could react, he erupted in my face. His cum was hot and thick and some landed in my mouth, most of it was on my face and some of it landed on my shirt and sweater. I realized i was on my knees in front of him. I grabbed my towel and tried to clean up. By this time the light was very dim. He said some words to me; I couldn't tell you what they were. he zipped up and left. I sat back on the bench and sobbed. Not only had I been very slutty, i had also cheated on my hubby, for the first time, with two separate men. I didn't know their names. I cleaned myself up as much as I could. Put my pants on, but by that time it was dark. I left the cabin, and it was only when I got home I realized I had left my panties there. Now, I was the slut that fucks in the cabin.



The Cabin



The warm northern light spilled onto the cool, dark timber of the cabin's enormous kitchen bench. Outside the room the afternoon was all gentle breezes and autumn calm. Inside there was stillness but it was electric with tension and the only conscious movement I could attend was the pounding in my chest.

We had booked the cabin months earlier on a whim, and at the time it never seemed quite real enough since there was little likelihood we would ever get the chance to follow through. 

Though unspoken, we took this step together in truth because of our of shared desire to escape from the sensibilities our of daily conventions, our restraints, and our shared morality.

Her skin echoed the rich brown flesh of the timber. She lay there upon the bench, as though embraced by the loving touch of the wood.

And always she kept her eyes hidden from me. If I would walk to one side of the table to catch her gaze she would turn her head away, although once I was certain I caught the hint of an impish smile.

Her body was relaxed and languid, and when she moved, she did so only to the gentlest extent, and usually in a way that deliberately revealed a little more of her nakedness.

The effect was powerful and provocative. I had never possessed her and barely touched her at all but for some casual affections marking my irregular arrival and departure in her life. 

Our time together was rare and precious, and mostly spent deep in conversation about literature and poetry, love and gods, art and song. And she was all these desires for me and while I knew it from the start, I barely dared to hope that I was all this for her also.

She gave me no warning that afternoon. Or perhaps all our time together had all been colored by caution but I was too in love to read the danger of our temptation. The smiles, the flirting, the laughter. Or the times when she would speak in barely a whisper so that I would have to lean in close to hear her words. 

Months... years of preparation delivered us to this moment. 

She had covered her body in a bouquet of white talc for me, the smooth, soft power accentuating her dark rich shadows and the luscious undulating curves of her vulnerability.

All this while I kept my distance from her in that room, devouring the very sight of her and shocked by the power she held over me. 

My arousal was complete.

Slowly, deliberately I shed my clothes and I could tell from the slight curve at the corner of her mouth that she could sense my nakedness at her periphery.

At last my arousal overcame the torment and fervor that kept her just beyond my reach.

I approached the table, ran the tips of my fingers across the wood enjoying its roughness until at last my hands reached her firm, beautiful brown behind and wood's texture gave way to the fleshly touch of her delicious rump .

Just to her left was a little mound of powder. I took a handful and sprinkled it over her back, down across her ass and onto her thighs and with my hands which felt so course against her bare skin I began to massage her body. I heard her breath and watched her whole body engage with my touch. 

Kneading her cheeks and thighs like fresh warm dough, I was lost in a rapture, and as the scents of the wood and powder and her dripping sex upon the timber overwhelmed me I felt a rising urgency that came upon me so unexpectedly I feared my control might abandon me altogether.

She lifted her belly just slightly from the table as if bending for me in an act of submission. At that moment all the certainties and safety of my life far away from her were abandoned and violently sacrificed on the altar of my lust. I thrust my arm around her belly, pulling her up on her knees. Then I roared, angry at my capitulation, bur also thrilled at the exquisite submission to my guilty craving.

My hands grabbed eagerly at her hips, I bent forward and hungrily thrust my face between her cheeks. I almost cried from the pleasure of the taste and fragrance of her juices as they soaked my hungry mouth.