A Cabin in the Woods Pt. 02

A while back, before leaving, my daughter in-law Julie asked if her younger sister, Amanda, could "vacation in the woods" with me between college terms. I was in no position to object after all the sex that Julie and I had had, in every position, in every room of the house, and the back yard while I "took care" of my son's wife in his absence. And, as the end of the school year approached, I received an e-mail from Amanda. She wanted to know if the offer still stood. She even enclosed a photo. She was a cute little thing, especially in her two-piece bathing suit (somewhere between an A cup and a B cup?). I quickly let her know space was available for her and I'd be waiting with opened arms. She sounded thrilled in her brief response ("Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait").

A week later found me in town, waiting at the bus shelter for the Greyhound bus to arrive on its daily run. The bus pulled in, a few people straggled off, and then she got off. Baggy sweatshirt, form-fitting blue jeans, cute as a button. She looked totally lost, not knowing where she was - out in the middle of Nowhere, Rural America. I called her name, "Amanda?" Her face lit up like she had won the jackpot, ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug I had received in a long time, just crushing her breasts against me. Trust me, I definitely enjoyed that hug, especially as it lingered on and on until propriety kicked in. We found her luggage, loaded it into my Jeep and headed out of town, off to the woods.

Bubbly? That didn't even begin to describe her reaction as we drove the 15 miles to a dirt road, followed by another three miles with the occasional bump. Apparently rural America was not something she was used to. "Ooh, there's a cow!" It was a beef steer (hamburger on the hoof), but I knew what she meant. She grabbed my arm, her breast rubbing against it, and went on and on about how grateful she was that I would take her in for two months. And then we arrived at my cabin, surrounded by woods. Grabbing her suitcase, I led the way in, giving her a brief tour - living room, small kitchen area, my room, her room, bathroom. Tour completed, I suggested, as lovely as her scent was, after that long bus ride it might have been just a little bit too lovely and a shower was needed. A bathrobe, just for her, was already in the bathroom and the dirty clothes could go into the laundry hamper. As for me, I'd be in the kitchen getting lunch ready. Her response? One more hug plus a kiss on the cheek.

A short time later she emerged, cleaned and refreshed, this time wearing tank top and short jeans. Nope, no bra underneath, with just a hint of pokies showing. Another hug followed by another kiss on the cheek, and I did not object once. "Food first, you must be famished after that trip." She reluctantly (so it seemed) let go, and we had lunch - brats, potato salad, and a locally-brewed craft beer (in a glass, not in a bottle). She told me all about what she was studying in college, what her goals were, and tried to tell me about her family (still persona non grata). I cut her off on the last one, told her life was too short, with a lovely young lady such as herself it was their loss, not hers, and a smile came back to her face. She was a cutie. Lunch finished, we both cleared off the table and did the dishes, her occasionally bumping into me. And then I gave her a tour of outside the house, and she hung onto me for dear life, especially when I reminded her we had black bear, coyotes, bobcats and other wildlife. My arm went around her, as if serving as her protector, with my hand resting on her exposed waist as her tank top rode up a little.

She wanted to go back inside, so we did, and settled down on the small sofa. Snuggling up close to me on my left, her hand on my thigh, she mentioned that Julie, her sister, had told her that I had taken very, very good care of her while she was here, with an emphasis on the "very, very." Almost whispering, she asked, "Will you take very, very good care of me, too?" Bring her face up close to mine, she kissed me, on the lips this time, and I returned the favor. This first kiss was followed by a more passionate kiss, as if she was going to suck my tongue from my mouth. I responded in kind, with our tongues doing battle and my right hand automatically slipping under her tank top and fondling her breast, rubbing my fingers over her now erect nipple.

"I think it's time for a nap, and other stuff," I said as I extricated myself from our entanglement on the sofa, taking her by the hand and leading her to my bedroom. I'm not quite sure who was leading whom, but once next to the bed I started removing her clothes and she mine, all the while playing kissyface. Standing at attention? You betcha I was! Seeing my erect state, she grabbed my hardened cock and dropped to her knees. And she kissed it, up and down the shaft, she licked the precum and then took the head of my dick in her mouth. Swirling her tongue all over it, she sucked on it while stroking my cock. And I came. Boy did I cum, and she took it all in, swallowing it and sucking it dry. My legs were a little bit wobbly, so I got her to her feet and sat her on the bed. I whispered to her, "My turn," and I dropped to my knees.

Spreading her legs, I slowly started kissing the insides of her thighs, working my way upward, but definitely not rushing anything. And then I arrived at the fork in the wye, fuzzy but not full-blown hairy. Her earthy scent was everywhere, and I first started nuzzling her labia with my nose followed by my tongue slipping between her nether lips. Up and down, then in and out. Once zeroed in on her clit both lips and tongue went to work, sucking and licking, while one finger prodded her cunt hole. She was writhing, holding my head in place, and then started thrusting until she stiffened, let out a cry, and her pussy clamped down on my finger. And then she went limp.

Repositioning her all the way on the bed, on her back, I once again spread her legs, which she raised as my groin approached hers. I first rubbed the head of my now rehardened dick against her pussy and then slowly inserted it. A little bit in, a little bit out, a little more in, a little more out, and then I started pounding her into the mattress. She held on to me for dear life, her legs clamped around my waist, as we fucked like rabbits. And then I came, in gallons it seemed, and she came, her pussy clamping onto my dick as if never wanting to let it go. We both collapsed onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted.

After another passionate kiss, I told her, "I do believe I'll do my very best to take very, very good care of you while you're here." All she could do in response was to grin from ear to ear. "I think I'm going to like this break from school," said she. "Let's take a nap, then try Round Two." And that's what we did, and did, for the next two months. In my bedroom, in her bedroom, in the bathroom in the shower, or on the floor, in the living room, on or off the sofa, on the back porch, sucking and fucking each other silly, missionary style, cowboy, reverse cowboy, doggy style, spooning at night in our sleep.

And then it ended. She had to go back to school. So it was once more fuck, this time in the morning shower, me picking her up and impaling her pussy on my dick. One last drive to town, waiting for the bus. She gave me one last passionate kiss, and then she was gone. College girls can wear an old man out, but what a way to go.