Spring Break at the Cabin Ch. 05

When Danielle woke the following morning, she at first struggled to remember where she was or what had happened. The intensity of her orgasm was so overwhelming she had passed out on the spot, and she'd remained motionless, face down on Kevin's mattress, for more than 12 hours. As she stirred, reminders of the prior nights indiscretions slowly revealed themselves.

The sheet clung to her breasts and stomach, the dried cum of three men acting as an adherent. It pulled away from her like a grade-schooler peeling off a thin sheen of Elmer's. A throbbing sensation in her ass reminded her that she'd lost her anal virginity last night, and though she'd enjoyed it at the time, she now thought she might need to walk bowlegged for a day or two. Her neck felt slightly stiff, likely the result of Kevin choking her during their love making, if she could call it that. Her jaw and throat ached from his rough face fucking.

Yet still, despite her appearance of a tortured captive, she identified another sensation: her still-slick inner thighs and the huge wet spot beneath them, clearly an indication of an explosive orgasm. She just wished she could remember it.

The smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen was alluring, but Danielle's dignity insisted she shower the cum off her before she started socializing. She dragged herself to the bathroom and let steaming hot water cleanse her until the water heater couldn't keep up. She wrapped her hair in a towel and slipped on a plush robe that had been left hanging on the door.

"She lives!" Andrea shouted as Danielle entered the living room. Marci approached with a cup of coffee.

Danielle, still shaking away the cobwebs, asked, "what time is it?"

"Almost 11am," Marci answered. "We checked on you a couple times, but you were pretty out of it, so we let you be."

"Yeah, I don't know that I've ever slept so soundly," she said. Turning to Kevin, she asked, "Did I take up too much space? Did you have to sleep somewhere else?"

Kevin shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, but it was mostly my fault, so I ain't mad at ya. I slept in your bed instead."

Danielle blushed, knowing Kevin had spelt amongst her things.

"We were going to wake you up soon anyway," Andrea said. "We booked a spa day for us girls. Looks like you need it!"

Danielle nodded her agreement. "That sounds perfect, actually. I've never needed a massage more."

"Come on, the appointment's at noon. Let's get you dressed."

Marci and Andrea escorted Danielle to her room and shut the door, then implored her to tell them everything about last night.

"It was..." she paused, looking for the right word to sum it all up, "...intense."

"I know, right?" Marci chimed in. "More than twice as hard, but more than twice as rewarding."

"Yeah, sorta," Danielle answered. "Honestly, I came a couple times, but I think I passed out in the middle of my biggest orgasm so I didn't even get to fully enjoy it."

"How's your ass feel?" Andrea asked, seemingly with genuine concern.

"Oh, so Kevin told you he fucked my butt last night?"

"Of course he did...he's a guy. Plus, we don't really keep secrets from each other in this group." Andrea said.

"And we all kind of assumed it was happening anyway, based on the sounds you were making," Marci added.

"Well, like you said, it was intense at first, but by the end my whole body was shaking. I thought I was having a seizure for a minute. Actually, Kevin made a point to mention that you had loosened me up with your fingers, and that I should thank you for it...he suggested 'using that talented tongue of yours,' or something along those lines."

Andrea smiled. "If we didn't have plans, I'd be sitting on your face right now. Alas, we'll have to take a raincheck on that. Now where's that cute yellow sundress you wore here."

Marci found it crumpled on the floor. As Danielle took it from her, she experienced a flashback. The three girls were in this room just three days ago when Danielle learned of the prank they'd pulled on her. They'd emptied her suitcase of all its contents except for her skimpiest underwear. She was horrified at the moment, but now the thought of wearing any clothes around her friends felt superfluous. It had, in fact, been three days since she wore anything more than a bra, panties or robe - and often even these were ripped, torn or soaked through - and it somehow felt completely natural.

The girls pulled the robe off her and helped slip the dress over her head. Her hair was still disheveled, but they assured her it wouldn't matter.

"You're on vacation, babe. No stress. Besides, once Andre gets his hands on you, you won't have a care in the world," Andrea promised.

.....

As Danielle had slept most of the way to the cabin, she hadn't experienced the quaint beauty of the village they were now driving through. With Marci at the wheel and Andrea behind her, Danielle gazed out the passenger window, absorbing the boutique shops and cafes that lined the streets. It was in the middle of Main Street that Marci pulled Jeremy's Escalade into a parking space and the trio disembarked.

Danielle eyed up the spa and was impressed by how professional it looked. She'd expect as much in the big city, but in a small town like this she would have been impressed if the masseur washed his hands. She scolded herself for the bias.

Stepping inside, the three girls were greeted by a charming young man with wavy brown hair and a slim figure. When Danielle had heard the name Andre, she'd expected a hulking black football player-type. But this guy had more of a Timothee Chalomet look.

"Welcome, ladies," he jovially greeted them in an accent that Danielle immediately identified as French. She'd studied French for eight years and was conversationally fluent, but she'd yet to have the opportunity to speak it with a real Frenchman. His accent made her knees weak.

"Andre, this is Danielle," Marci politely introduced. "This is her first trip up here with us. She'll have what we're having," she said with a wink.

"It will be my pleasure," Andre said as he took Danielle's hand in his own and brought it to his lips. While maintaining eye contact, he kissed the top of her hand. Danielle blushed and swooned a bit.

"My, what a gentleman," she said as if she were sixty years old, complimenting a teenage relative. It was a stupid thing to say, but she couldn't come up with anything else. It was like her years of French class had completely evaporated.

"Who's first?" Andre asked.

"I'll go first, if that's OK," Marci phrased it as a question towards Andrea and Danielle. They both nodded indifferently.

Marci and Andre headed into a smaller room in back, and to Danielle's surprise Andrea told her to follow them. The room contained a massage table in the center, and several of the comfiest couches Danielle had ever experienced. She sank into one as Marci disrobed and laid herself face down on the table. Andre laid a towel over her lower half.

Danielle couldn't help but marvel at how relaxed Marci appeared to be as the only nude person in the room. She, herself, was more comfortable now than she was a week ago, but it still struck her as slightly odd.

The pop of a sparkling wine bottle shocked her back to the present. Andre approached her and Andrea with a flute in each hand.

"Champagne?" he offered. Having only recently turned old enough to legally drink, Danielle wouldn't have known the difference between Champagne and cheap Pinot Grigio run through a seltzer maker, but she gleefully accepted. The way he pronounced the word made her feel like she'd never heard it properly spoken before.

She and Andrea cuddled on the couch, chatting in hushed tones as they enjoyed their beverages. Meanwhile, Andre applied a liberal dose of oil to his hands and began working on Marci's shoulders.

"Mmmmmm," Marci moaned as Andre kneaded into her flesh. This prompted a chuckle from Andrea and Danielle as it sounded similar to the moans Marci would make while having sex.

"Mmmm, shut up, you two. You'll know what I mean soon enough. This man is a magician."

Andrea refilled their flutes as Andre worked his hands towards Marci's lower back. Danielle's eyes began to glaze as she admired Marci's form, all the more tempting now as it shimmered with oil. Andre was working has hands from her tailbone up and out towards the bottom of her ribcage. Oil at first pooled on her lower back, but was massaged into her skin over a period of a few minutes. As she absorbed oil, he worked lower.

Now he was squeezing her ass, taking care to hold her in place while moving just his thumbs. They dipped into her crack and pulled upward, opening her most private of areas for him to view. Danielle felt herself getting wet as she watched. Marci was clearly loving it.

"Do you have any of your special balm, Dre?" Marci asked using a familiar nickname.

"Let me guess," he said. "What's his name...Kyle?"

Marci chuckled.

"Close. Kevin. And yeah, I think we're all going to need it."

Andre reluctantly removed his hands from her ass and withdrew to a cabinet on the far side of the room. He retrieved a small container that fit easily in the palm of his hand, and removed the top as he returned to Marci's side.

"Special balm?" Danielle asked.

"Oui," Andre said, reverting to his native language for a second. "Back in France, we developed it to help a woman...how should I say...return to normal? To tighten?...after she's had sex in the ass."

"It brings your sphincter back to its naturally taut state after you've experienced a maniac like Kevin," Marci stated more bluntly.

"Yes, that's what I was trying to say," Andre smiled.

He, Marci and Andrea burst out laughing, and Danielle couldn't help but smile along. But she was shocked that such a balm existed, let alone in a tiny rural town.

Andre smeared about a dime's worth onto his middle finger and opened Marci's ass with his other hand.

"Ready?" he asked. "Remember, it feels a bit cold."

"It's why I'm here, baby. Give it to me," Marci encouraged.

As the tip of Andre's finger made contact with her hole, Marci gasped and her cheeks clenched together.

"Sorry!" she nearly shouted. "I forgot how cold!"

She relaxed again and Andre finished applying the ointment.

"Shall I do the other side?" Andre asked.

"Yes, please, baby," Marci said, raising her hips to allow him easier access. Andre took another small dab of the ointment and began running it up her pussy lips. Marci took a sharp breath at his touch, but was able to keep himself open for him.

"It also works on the vagina," Andre mentioned nonchalantly, as if he knew Danielle were curious.

After the "special balm" had been applied, he returned to the oil and polished off Marci's legs and feet. His fingers were so talented she could barely rise when he was finished. She felt like a puddle on the tabletop.

"Who's next?" Andre asked, and Andrea bounced forward.

As Andrea prepared herself, Danielle poured Marci a glass of Champagne and beckoned her to the couch.

"Was that as good as it looked from here?" she asked.

Marci moaned into Danielle's shoulder. "Mmmm, better, baby." She could barely keep her eyes open.

"You looked so sexy up there," Danielle said. "Especially with him touching you like that."

"Thank you, baby. I can't wait to see you experience this man's hands."

Danielle was on her third flute of Champagne by the time Andrea was finished. The pair made a comical before-and-after as Danielle pranced to the table in excitement and Andrea sloped past her to the couch, barely able to support herself. Danielle pulled the sundress over her head and climbed on the table as Marci and Andrea had before her.

"No underwear," Andre approved. "Very natural. Very French," he added. Danielle loved hearing this. It made her feel European, which in her mind simply meant 'better.'

Danielle hadn't been able to tell from Marci or Andrea's reaction how warm the oil was. It surprised her, but it felt amazing. Like taking a hot shower but with the sensation being coaxed through your body. In no time, she was relaxed and fully accepting of however and wherever he touched her.

He followed the same routine as he had with Marci. Eventually, he was palming her ass and spreading her apart as he prepared her for the balm. Danielle was so lost in her calmness that she didn't even hear him ask if she was ready.

The resulting touch shocked her, and she took a sharp intake of breath as the sensation jolted through her.

"Holy fuck!" she said, breaking the atmosphere. "It's like a breath mint for your ass hole!"

Marci and Andrea both laughed out loud, and Andre smiled knowingly. He loved having these stunning women react to his touch.

"Would you like me to do the other area," he asked.

"Go for it," Danielle said. She was nervous, but didn't want to chicken out in front of her sexual squires.

Andre took a bit more balm and applied it evenly to his fore- and middle fingers. He then rubbed those fingers along her pussy lips, spreading her open but not penetrating her. It was a tantalizing sensation. Danielle felt that a vibrator would have gotten her off in ten second if she had one. Her calves squirmed at the end of the table as the tightening effect took place.

Andre applied more oil and finished massaging her legs. Danielle couldn't help but notice that before he told her he was done, he took one casual pass from her soles to her butt, allowing his hand to linger a bit. It was unprofessional, but he thought he had a good read on the room. No one minded, especially Danielle. She shook her ass for him in appreciation for his craftsmanship.

"Well ladies, will it be the usual form of payment?" he asked as he toweled the oil from his hands.

"Yes, sir. We appreciate the discount, as always," Marci said. She then added, "Danielle, do you want the shaft, balls or ass?"

Danielle was still coming back to reality after the sensational massage. "Huh?" was all she could get out.

"Shaft," Andrea called.

"Balls!" said Marci. "OK, Danielle. You get the ass!"

Danielle could scarcely comprehend what was happening as Andrea and Mari urged her off the table.

"Kneel," Marci whispered in her ear. By now, Danielle was programed to obey. She knelt next to the table as Marci and Andrea knelt facing her.

Meanwhile, Andre had dropped his pants and boxers, revealing a growing erection. Once the girls were in place, he stepped between them, with Danielle behind.

"Here you go, girls," he said, holding his cock towards Marci and Andrea. He looked recently shaved, as if he had prepared for their appointment. From Danielle's point of view, he looked as primped as she now felt. Instinctively, she reached up and grabbed his ass, which rocked him forward towards Andrea's waiting mouth. As Danielle opened him up and extended her tongue towards his puckered hole, Marci dipped lower and sucked his shaved scrotum into her mouth.

Danielle marveled at the fact that he not only looked good, but he smelled and tasted good as well. She detected some sort of fruity flavor in his ass, clearly the result of some moisturizer or oil, and it encouraged her to dig deeper. As her tongue wiggled against its target, his ass clenched shut around her nose. She wanted to withdraw, but the slutty sounds coming from Andrea and Marci compelled her onward.

"Yes, that's it, girls," Andre said in his satiny French accent. "Earn that massage."

He reached behind him to pull Danielle in tighter while simultaneously pulling Andrea deeper onto his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, that's so good," he added.

Marci let his balls flop from her mouth for a moment. "You like that, baby? You like having three American babes suck this gorgeous French cock?"

"Oh yes, baby. Get those balls back in your mouth."

For once, it was Marci taking orders, though she had no druthers about it. She placed his balls right on her tongue and let them fall to either side, feeling them in her cheeks as she lapped at his scrotum.

Danielle pivoted her head down for a second to catch a breath, her nose still trapped between his cheeks. Once replenished, she turned upward and dug deeper.

"That's it, Danielle, get all the way in there. Oh, yes!" Andre gasped as she obliged him. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. You know what to do, Ange."

Maintaining his grip on both Andrea and Danielle, his fingers clenched as the first shot of jizz erupted into Andrea's mouth.

"Mmhmm," Andrea encouraged as he continued to fill her mouth. She nodded enthusiastically as he emptied himself inside her.

"Mmmmmm!!!!" Danielle moaned in warning as she desperately needed a breath. Andre's cheeks had clamped tighter as his orgasm hit. Ever the gentleman, he released her so she could inflate her lungs. Danielle's chest heaved in front of her as she did so.

Andrea kept her mouth around his tip as Andre grabbed his dick and squeezed whatever remained into her waiting mouth.

"That's a good girl," he said patting her head. "Now let Marci have a taste."

Marci turned to Andrea, who tilted her head down and deposited the load into her eager and anticipatory mouth. Marci sloshed it around as if it were mouthwash.

"Over here, Danielle," Andrea said, grabbing her arm and pulling her next to Marci.

This was not something Danielle was looking forward to, but she wasn't going to be the one to wreck the mood. She opened her mouth to Marci, who approached her from above and let all the cum land on Danielle's tongue.

"Don't swallow it, babe. This is all part of the payment plan. You feed it back to me now."

Danielle was anxious to get the mix out of her mouth, and was relieved to know she wouldn't have to swallow not just the cum, but Marci and Andrea's spit as well. She pursed her lips and let the mixture ooze back into Andrea's mouth.

This time, though, Andrea intentionally pushed some of it out of her mouth, past her lips and onto her chin. Marci pulled her tight and started lapping at the excess. Her tongue cleaned up Andrea's chin before their lips locked, devouring each other with a cummy kiss.

Each girl grabbed one of Danielle's arms and pulled her towards them. When their faces were inches apart, they turned to Danielle and started kissing her with the same level of excitement. Danielle was reluctant, but seeing both of these beautiful women desire her was enough to overcome her defenses.

As Andrea kissed her, more cum leaked out of her mouth and onto Danielle's face. Soon, their three tongues, six lips and six cheeks were indistinguishable, rubbing against each other in search of more jizz to lap up. Knowing it would increase Danielle's willingness, March pinched one of her nipples, causing her to gasp. With Danielle's mouth now open a bit further, Marci and Andrea attacked it.

They now had their arms wrapped around each other in a glowing, bacchanalian huddle. Their bodies gleamed from the massage oil. Their faces ever stickier with cum. Their luscious breasts mashing against each other, collecting whatever cum fell off their faces. When the last of the cum had either been swallowed or smeared too thinly across their skin, Andre asked them to face him and smile.

'Great,' Danielle thought. 'Another dude is going to have a nude pic of me.'

Marci put an arm around Andrea and Danielle's necks to pull them cheek-to-cheek with her as they all gazed up at his iPhone. For added effect, Andrea grabbed his now softened cock and held it up so that it was in the frame. The trio looked absolutely stunning. He particularly enjoyed Danielle's breasts, which had a thick, sticky glob hanging from her right nipple.

"Thank you, ladies," he said. "You can use the bathroom to clean yourselves up."

In the bathroom, Marci assured Danielle that the photos wouldn't go online. This was her third trip to see Andre, and he had dozens of pictures of her and Andrea that had never left his phone.