Spring Break at the Cabin Ch. 03

Danielle awoke in the middle of the night, her room illuminated by a full moon. Her body ached from the fucking Jeremy had given her, particularly her stretched pussy, but processing these discomforts only reminded her of how much fun she'd had. She identified a sensation in her ass, and only then remembered she'd gone to bed with the plug in place.

A moment of panic struck her as she realized she needed to use the restroom and would have to remove it. She reached for it and clasped at the fur that was attached to the base. Testing it gently, she pulled at the mini tail in hopes that it would slide right out. It barely budged.

'Fuck!' she thought. She might need help. The thought of asking Marci or Andrea to remove the plug - especially waking them up to do so - was a humiliating prospect. But based on her one quick tug, it was a humiliation she'd need to endure.

She tossed the sheet aside and tiptoed to the door. The cabin's lights were off but the moon's luminescence permeated every room and hall, creating a haunting aura. Danielle tiptoed towards Andrea's room, hoping not to wake anyone she didn't need to. However, shortly after stepping into the hall she realized she wasn't the only one up and about.

From Kevin's room, she could hear the sounds of sex: grunts, groans, a squeaking bedframe, the whoosh of a mattress's tensile limits being stretched. She intended to sneak past, but the door was half open and she paused at the sight that caught her eye.

Marci was plastered face down on the bed, with her ass arced up slightly towards Kevin's thrusting cock. Kevin had his left hand between her shoulder blades pinning her down as he humped into her as hard as possible. His right hand was alternating between squeezing and smacking her right ass cheek. Marci was encouraging the rough treatment with delighted squeals and whimpers.

"That's right, bitch. Whose ass is this?" Kevin growled.

"Oh my god, oh my god...it's yours baby."

"And what can I do to it?" he taunted.

"God, baby...whatever you want," Marci was practically crying in a twisted mix of pain and pleasure.

Danielle was transfixed watching Marci get pulverized by Kevin's hammering cock. She was nearly immobile from the way Kevin was forcing her into the mattress. Her only freedom was in her arms, but she'd surrendered those by spreading her ass for Kevin, allowing him deeper. While Danielle had learned to enjoy so many new sexual experiences in the last couple days, it was still a shock that a girl could enjoy getting reamed so hard...especially in her ass.

Still, she found herself licking her lips as she watched, experiencing some form of envy as she heard Marci's orgasmic groans.

She gulped.

And though she thought it was a muted, innocuous gulp, it alerted Kevin to her presence. She was mortified as he looked up from his thrusting and stared her right in the eyes. He smiled his trademark, nefarious grin and kept going at Marci.

Moving his hand from her shoulders to her hair, he held her head against the mattress facing away from the door.

"That's right, bitch. That's my ass. Now tell me again what you're looking forward to."

Context aside, Danielle was impressed at his ability to speak with a steady tone despite his physical exertion.

Marci emitted a high pitch squeal as he seemed to hit the right spot inside her. That, or his language had spurred a particularly pleasurable image.

"Ooooh, baby....I can't wait to see you fuck Danielle like this."

Kevin looked back at Danielle and smiled again. Whatever he was thinking, his expression simply said "you're next." This startled Danielle out of her trance. In shock, she backed away from the door and scurried down the hall to the bathroom. In her haste, she decided to forego asking Andrea for help with the butt plug, and took matters into her own hands.

.....

The rest of the night was restless, and Danielle was the first to arise. Donned only in her plush robe and the plug - she'd decided to reinsert it in anticipation of what was likely to come - she started a pot of coffee and idled on the couch. As it so often did when she was alone this week, her mind thought back to the previous 12 hours, recounting all of the new experiences she'd had.

In the hot tub, she'd taken what must be one of the largest cocks in the world. Not only that, but she'd taken it while there was a plug in her ass, so in a way she'd experienced her first DP. On top of it all, she'd allowed it all to happen while she was pressed up against the window, bare for any hidden voyeurs in the lake community. The thought of someone witnessing her debasement flushed her cheeks and turned the taps on between her legs, though she doubted that she'd ever know for sure one way or another.

She recalled how bombastic her orgasm had been. She was so weak in the knees that she would have slumped to the ground were it not for Jeremy herculean arm wrapped around her waist. She squeezed her legs together at the thought of it.

Then, in the middle of the night, she'd witnessed Marci and Kevin fucking like animals, and had overheard them fantasizing about fucking her just as hard. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that level of sexual achievement. But at the same time, she wasn't sure if she'd have much say in the matter. Through every step of this lurid odyssey she'd had to be coaxed along. And thus far, she'd experienced increasingly powerful orgasms. She couldn't imagine anything more powerful than what she'd experienced with Jeremy, but she knew that with three days remaining, that hypothesis would be put to the test.

Her mind snapped back to the present when she heard a vehicle coming up the gravel driveway. Curious, she begrudgingly lifted herself from the couch and made her way to the front door. Peeking through the glass panels on the side, she noticed an SUV pull up next to Jeremy's. Then, a woman stepped out of the driver's seat as a boy - Danielle assumed her son - got out of the rear passenger door.

Danielle felt out of place answer the door, given that it wasn't her home, but the couple approaching appeared friendly enough. Or at least, they didn't look threatening. She opened the door to greet them.

The mother appeared sterner without the soft veneer filter of the etched window. Danielle estimated her to be around fifty years old, and her son to be in his early teens. He was dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform.

"Hi, can I help you?" Danielle offered as sweetly as she could.

The woman stood before her, unwavering and cold, with only her eyes moving as she inspected Danielle's appearance. Danielle grew nervous. She opened her mouth to ask again, but the mother beat her to it.

"Is this the girl, Reginald?" she asked her son, though she kept her eyes glued on Danielle.

"Yes, mom."

"OK, honey. Get back in the truck."

Danielle laughed nervously. "I'm sorry, what's this about? I've never seen that boy before in my life?"

"Oh, I don't doubt it, sweetheart. He'd never run with the same crowd as you."

Danielle was incredulous now. "What are you talking about? What do you want?"

The woman halved the distance between them in an effort to appear more imposing. "You might never have seen him before, but he's seen you. He's seen...all of you."

"What -," but Danielle didn't need to finish the question. The crushing reality crashed into her.

"Oh, does it make sense now? Reggie is a sweet, sensitive boy. He was in his room minding his own business, when all of a sudden some harlot from God-knows-where appears in the window across from him, fully naked and having sex for the world to see."

"I'm not a harlot," Danielle defended submissively. But the woman was already speaking over her.

"I don't know what it's like where you're from, but this is a family neighborhood. We've had our share of spring breakers, and they've wreaked various forms of havoc, but never have I had to intercede before. What you did last night was deplorable! I bet half the lake saw your chest pressed up against that window. Have you no shame, madam?"

"I - I -," Danielle didn't know how to respond.

"If I catch you doing something like that again, I'm calling the cops. Public indecency! This is a conservative township. We don't take kindly to outsiders who use our lake for such -." But before she could finish, her eyes shifted to the side of Danielle and her jaw hung low in disdain.

Danielle turned to find Marci, naked as the day she was born, with her forearm pressed up against the door frame. Her other arm came to land on Danielle's shoulder in a gesture of moral support.

"Is something wrong here, babe?" Marci asked Danielle as she stared holes into the shrew across from them.

"As a matter of fact," the lady started, but Marci cut her off.

"As a matter of fact, this is our cabin. We are free to do whatever we want within these walls. You know full well that you can't call the police for public indecency when we're in our own house. Now, if we learn that your perv son is spying on us again, we'll call the police ourselves. It's not our fault that your limp dick husband isn't giving you what you need, so don't you dare try to take it out on us."

The woman was gob smacked, unable to muster a reply.

"In fact, doll, you're kind of hot. If you want to let off some pressure, feel free to swing by later. We've got three swinging dicks who know how to make you forget everything else in the world. It's quite liberating."

Danielle couldn't help but smile as she turned to see the woman's response. She was beet red, irate, wanting to scream but unable to find the words.

"Now, unless there's anything else we can help you with, I suggest you fuck off. That precious boy you're trying to protect is going to choke on his own drool."

The woman turned to see her son gazing unabashedly at Marci's bare form.

"Oh!" she shrieked in horror before taking off for the car. Before she'd reached the driver's door, Marci pulled Danielle back inside.

"You OK, babe?" Marci asked.

Danielle threw her arms around her. "Thank you."

"Babe, fuck that bitch. Don't let it mess up our vibe, OK? Promise me."

"Yeah, I'm a bit shook. That's exactly how my mom or dad would have reacted if they knew what I was up to this week."

"Of course it is, D. That's how my parents would react, too. So few kids have parents who are excited about their children exploring their sexuality. That's part of the problem. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't do it. Now come on, we've had an amazing couple days. Put that behind you and let's have some fun."

As the rest of the crew awoke, Marci shared Danielle's experience and suggested that they take it easy for a while. While they all agreed to relax on the sexual shenanigans, they were also pretty upset with their neighbor for intruding, especially for the impact it seemed to have on Danielle. Jeremy, in particular, seemed bothered by it, and Danielle couldn't help but feel flattered by how protective he was of her.

As morning turned to afternoon, the sextet loafed around the cabin, watching TV and playing board games. Though no one would admit it, the reprieve actually granted each of them some much-needed recovery. After her marathon fuck with Kevin last night, Marci was particularly grateful to let her body rest. Not that she was complaining. She easily and willingly would have endured more, and the thought of Kevin putting Danielle through the paces kept her motor running all day long.

After dinner, when Danielle seemed sufficiently at ease again, Marci tested the waters.

"OK, have we all enjoyed our respite?" she asked rhetorically. "I was thinking we could play a different kind of game now."

Danielle noticed the others sign up immediately, as if they knew exactly what Marci meant. Danielle took the hint, knowing that this game would involve some sexual hijinks. But she had put that horrid woman from next door behind her and was ready to get back in the swing.

"Might this game be a bit more...adult...than Scrabble?" she asked with feigned innocence.

Marci pet her on the head. "My little minx is learning so quicky."

Danielle felt oddly comforted by the implication that she was Marci's pet. After all, relinquishing control to Marci has resulted in the best orgasms of her life. Hearing Marci express it verbally suggested there were more great cums on the way. Danielle squirmed at the idea.

"OK, first step: everybody strip!" Marci announced proudly. Danielle rolled her eyes, a bit disappointed that the game jumped right into the deep end like this. But she started salivating as soon as she saw the three chiseled lacrosse players shed their clothes. So lost in her gaze was Danielle that she forgot to strip herself.

"Ahem," said Kevin, giving a 'what's up' shrug of the shoulders in her direction. Danielle looked down, blushing, realizing that now everyone was going to watch her disrobe. Unceremoniously, she slipped the robe off her back and let it drape by her feet, the whoops and whistles from her compatriots providing the soundtrack. A trace of self-consciousness remained ever present in her psyche, especially as the plush fabric briefly clung to her erect nipples on the way down. Unlike the first day of the trip, she was confident in her body now, but she still experienced a tinge of guilt and taboo that reddened her cheeks.

Andrea noticed her hesitancy and pushed her just a bit further. Grabbing her right hand, she lifted Danielle's arm above her head. "Come on now, babe. Give us a twirl," Andrea insisted, albeit playfully.

With her blushing cheeks tilted towards the floor, Danielle slowly spun for her audience. Andrea was unimpressed.

"Come on now, beautiful. Let us see that stunning figure. Eyes up!" she commanded. Danielle elevated her gaze and saw all eyes upon her. The stupefied expression on the boys' faces made her smile. She was a goddess, she just needed to believe it herself.

Andrea lifted her hand a little higher, forcing Danielle to hop on her tippy toes as she did another spin. This time, though, Marci stopped her half way. With all eyes on her perfect butt, Marci pulled one cheek to the side, giving the guys a view of the plug she'd inserted the night before.

"Oh my goddddd!" Danielle squealed as she realized what was happening. Before she could turn back around, Marci gave her two quick spanks, eliciting more cheers from the crowd.

Marci wrapped an arm around her waist as Andrea enveloped her shoulder. "Love ya, babe," Marci said with a wink before kissing her on the cheek. "Let's have some fun."

The three nude women stood in front of the three nude men in the middle of the living room. Every one of them could have been in the Sports Illustrated body issue, the height of what the human form could be, even with their idiosyncratic variations. Danielle couldn't help but glance down at the flaccid cocks dangling in front of her. She thought about what a turn-off a non-erect dick had been before she arrived at the cabin. Now, they only posed as a harbinger for great pleasure.

Marci jolted her from her imagination.

"OK, here are the rules. Us three girls will wear these blindfolds, and the guys will perform a certain act on us for one minute. We will have to guess which guy was performing said act. Three points for a correct answer. No points for a wrong answer. Then, we switch, with the guys getting the blindfolds and the girls performing on them. At the end of the game, the guy with the highest score claims the gal with the lowest score as his prize, and vice versa. The guy and gal who place second pair off for the rest of the night."

Jeremy, Kevin, Brandon and Andrea were all nodding along as if they'd played this game before. Danielle surmised that she was the only first timer. She considered the rules of the game and compared them to what she'd gone through so far. While some might think this game was a bit too promiscuous, the fact that she wasn't nude in the lake...or pressed against the window while getting fucked in a hot tub...or fucking one guy while blowing another...gave her comfort. This game was tame in comparison.

Seeing no resistance from Danielle, Marci reached into the shopping bag from the day before and withdrew three blindfolds.

"What's the first 'act'?" Danielle asked in a tone that exhibited no trepidation. She wanted to appear eager, like she was truly one of the gang.

"Starting off G-rated," Marci joked. "At least, relatively. We'll sit on this couch and let the guys play with our breasts. Jeremy, you got the timer?"

Jeremy was tinkering with his phone, then confirmed he was ready. Danielle took a deep breath and slipped the blindfold over her eyes. As the room went black, she heard shuffling from the guys, clearly deliberating who was going to play with which girl. By this point in the trip, Danielle felt confident in her breasts. The boys and girls had all gawked over how impressive they were, and it had become common knowledge that Danielle's nipples were her most sensitive erogenous zone. The fact that everyone was aware of how sensitive her nipples were caused them to stiffen, and her pussy started juicing on the couch cushion. 'Fuck!' she thought. 'This game is already working!'

One of the boys - Danielle couldn't tell who, which didn't bode well for the game - asked if the girls were ready. They all nodded silently. Danielle felt hands on her knees, pulling her legs apart so the boy could kneel in front of her with easy access to her breasts. Her soaked pussy could feel the warmth of his body just inches away, which only added to her excitement. In an instant, Danielle felt hands envelop her breasts. The touch was gentle at first, suggesting to Danielle that it wasn't Kevin. After what she'd witnessed last night, she expected him to maul her when given the chance. But these hands were caressing, respectful, as if they were honored to touch such magnificent tits.

The hands caressed the sides of her breasts and slid underneath, propping them up and testing their heft. Only now, after what Danielle assumed to be about the 15 second mark, did the hands make contact with her nipples. They felt hard as bullets in his palms, and she gasped quietly as it triggered her arousal. She bit her lip in attempt to conceal a smile, and she squirmed in her seat, her thighs rubbing together.

Encouraged by the reaction he was having on her, the mystery boy focused his attention on her nipples. Taking each between his thumb, forefinger and middle finger, he gave them a cursory pinch, wanting to see what he could get away with. Danielle continued to mewl and nodded her head urgently, encouraging him to continue. He pinched harder now, grasping each nipple firmly and excruciatingly lifting them upwards.

"Fuck!" Danielle shouted, no longer able to mute herself. She was relieved to hear similar groans from the girls on either side of her.

Danielle wondered how much time could possibly remain, and whether Jeremy had set the timer for longer than a minute as a prank. The guy in front of her lowered his grip, squeezing her breasts so that the nipples protruded out to him, before clamping his mouth over her left breast.

"Oh!" Danielle gasped as the sensation of his tongue drove her crazy. She threw her head back, offering herself completely to him. She could hear the other girls reacting similarly, which put her further at ease. Nobody was judging here.

Just as the mouth went for her other breast, the timer alerted the room that a minute was up. Obediently, the guy in front of her backed away. After another few seconds of shuffling, Jeremy told the girls they could remove their blindfolds.

When they did, Danielle saw the three guys standing in front of them, shoulder to shoulder. Jeremy to her left, Kevin in front of her, and Brandon to the right. Obviously, they had moved around so that guessing wouldn't be too easy. Or maybe that's what they wanted them to think? Danielle found it hard to believe that Kevin was the one treating her so reverently.