Spring Break at the Cabin Ch. 08

Danielle was just stepping out of the shower when Marci entered the bathroom. Andrea had been leaning against the vanity, making sure Danielle was OK after copious amounts of tequila and dick. She handed Danielle a towel.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell happened out there? It looks like a war zone," Marci scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Danielle asked, her mind in a literal and figurative fog as she peered through the steamy room in Marci's direction.

"Well, the furniture is all out of whack. The cushions are on the floor, and there's two dudes passed out on the couch with their dicks out."

"I'm sorry you missed it, babe," Andrea said. "But our little girl's all grown up now."

Marci let the words sink in before responding. "Shut the fuck up! You mean...?"

Andrea nodded proudly. "Her first DP. And she took it like a fucking champ. How many times did you cum, Danielle? Sixteen, seventeen?"

From behind the towel drying her hair, Danielle replied, "Haha. Four, I think."

"It was everything we dreamed she could be, Marci," Andrea continued. "First she blew both guys at the same time, on her knees, while I sat on the couch and masturbated with our double-ended dildo. Then she ate me out while Kevin warmed her up with the dildo. Then she rode Brandon while Kevin fucked her ass and she sucked on the dildo that had just been up her butt hole...that was my favorite part...and finally Brandon fucked her ass while she sucked Kevin before I finished her off with the dildo."

Danielle shuttered hearing the account of her defilement. But the girls spoke of her with such admiration, she couldn't help but feel proud of what she had just done. Like Marci said on day one, this is the time to experiment. To have fun. To test boundaries before settling down. And she couldn't deny the effect the DP had on her physically. She had cum four times.

"That sounds fun! Fuck! I'm sorry I missed it. Did you enjoy yourself, D?" Marci asked.

"Let's put it this way," Danielle answered. "Do you think Andre has any last-minute availability this afternoon?

The girls laughed.

.....

But Danielle was serious. Even though she had enjoyed the result, the ferocity with which the boys had fucked her ass made her genuinely concerned for her rectum. Another dose of the balm was in order. She'd just assumed that the girls would want to join her, but they both seemed pretty exhausted and decided to crash with the boys. Jeremy had let her borrow his Escalade, giving Danielle the impression that he would make the most of his alone time with the girls. Kevin and Brandon were both still passed out.

So now Danielle was driving back into town, wearing the same yellow dress she'd worn yesterday. And like yesterday, it was all she was wearing except for a pair of sandals.

She was thrilled to find Andre's massage parlor empty. He was thrilled to see her alone. Through a series of suggestive propositions and unspoken agreements, Danielle soon found herself on her back, head draped over the table, with Andre's cock engulfed by her mouth. He was massaging the balm into her pussy as she serviced him as best she could while upside down. Moving lower, he smeared her anus with the cooling, tightening cream, drawing oohs and aahs from Danielle. When he felt that he was approaching climax, he returned his fingers to her clit and finished her in unison with his orgasm. Hearing the American slut gargle on his cum was the icing on the cake.

Danielle stepped back onto Main Street feeling refreshed. Before she went back to the cabin, she had two more stops to make.

'Apologize to Uncle John. Set things straight with Tim.'

She was determined to clear the air with John. Even if she now realized that Jeremy wasn't going to be her one-and-only, she couldn't help but feel bad about their awkward encounter the night before. She didn't know what she was going to say, but hoped that the words would find her when she saw him again.

Entering the shop, she saw that John was in the back of the store assisting a client. As the bells jingled announcing her arrival, he turned to welcome the new customer. When he saw that it was Danielle, he momentarily froze. Without saying anything, he turned back to his customer and continued their interaction.

It was about the welcome Danielle had expected, but she was grateful to have some extra time to think about what to say. As she idled, she combed through the dress section, thinking that maybe it was time to pick out a second dress. Even if she were heading home in two days, the dress she had on had experienced its fair share of wear and tear. And besides, you can never have too many dresses, she reasoned.

As she picked a short black skirt off the rack, she noticed John heading towards the register. Behind him, a woman followed with a few pieces of yoga apparel. Danielle moved to the mirror and held the black dress against her, trying to envision herself in it. She turned a few times, inspecting it from different angles, and decided she'd need to try it on before leaving.

"Thanks so much for stopping in, Ms. Smith. Have a great day!" John said.

"You're the best, as always," the middle-aged woman replied.

Danielle watched as John led her to the door and saw her out. He then turned to Danielle, trying to read her intentions for a moment. Then, without looking back to the door, he locked it and flipped the open sign to 'closed' before drawing the shade.

"Oh," Danielle said, surprised at this development.

John walked over to her slowly, maintaining eye contact as he meandered through the clothes racks. Danielle stood there nervously as he closed the distance between them and eventually stood directly in front of her. He said nothing, expecting her to make the opening remarks. When she said nothing, he simply raised an eyebrow.

"I....um...." Danielle started. "Well, I'm honestly not exactly sure why I came."

"Did you come for that dress?" he asked, gesturing towards the dress in her hands.

"Um, no...but I," she began before John cut her off. He took the dress from her and hung it on the nearest rack, which was not where she had found it.

"Then why did you come?" he said, his eyes staring deep into her soul.

Danielle was nervous now, bordering on jittery. She'd thought they'd both be shy about what happened, and that they'd figure it out together. Instead, John seemed despondent, resolute in the fact that he'd done nothing wrong.

"I guess I just wanted to come here to apologize," she stammered.

Again, he unnerved her with his silence. When she said nothing further, he cocked an eyebrow and said, "...for?"

"I....I....for what happened yesterday. I didn't know that you were Jeremy's uncle, or I never would have done that."

"So if I weren't Jeremy's uncle, you'd feel guilt-free about what happened?"

"I...I don't know. It was very out of character for me."

"Danielle, first of all, it was clear that you were being coerced. Your friends were egging you on, and that one in particular was Machiavellian in her scheming. And second, you're probably the first girl in history to apologize to a guy for sucking his dick."

Danielle blushed.

"Is that the same dress you were wearing yesterday?"

Danielle nodded, ashamed. "Those girls played a bit of a practical joke on me when we came up here. They emptied my suitcase of everything I'd packed except for one bikini and some underwear. This is the dress I wore for the ride up, and I've worn it every time I left the cabin."

"Uh huh," he replied. "And what's this stain?" He pointed to a discoloration on her shoulder. Danielle turned to check it in the mirror, and immediately identified it as cum. It must have fallen there after her session with Andre.

"That's...I don't know," she demurred.

"Young lady, I've been on this earth twice as long as you. And we both know what that is. So tell me."

Danielle gulped. "It's cum."

"So you didn't come here to apologize, because why would you apologize to the guy you just gave a blow job to? And you didn't come here to buy a dress. But you did come to me wearing a flimsy dress with drying cum on it. Is that my nephew's cum?"

"No sir," Danielle replied, her submissive tendencies kicking in.

"Whose cum is it?"

"It's Andre's sir," she said as she hung her head in embarrassment.

"Andre from down the street? Fuck, Danielle, are you trying to fuck through the whole town before you leave?"

"We didn't fuck," she said defensively.

"You just blew him?"

She nodded.

"Did you suck his dick for a free massage?"

She nodded.

"Well, the best indicator of future behavior is past behavior," John said. "So I'm guessing you came here to suck my dick for more clothes. Is that true?"

Danielle felt tears welling in her eyes.

"What? No! I came here because I felt bad."

"But you do like this dress," he motioned towards the dress he'd taken from her.

"Yes."

"And you were thinking about buying it?"

She nodded.

"Take off your dress."

Danielle looked up to him, startled.

"Wh..what?"

He replied sternly. "Take. Off. Your Dress."

Danielle felt another layer of dignity slip away as she obediently pulled the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. As had been the case all week, she was wearing nothing underneath. John soaked in the sight of her naked, trembling form, quivering before him.

She was powerless as he extended his hand towards her cunt, and flinched a bit as his fingers made contact. He didn't keep them there long. He removed his hand and admired his glistening fingertips.

"You see, Danielle, it's hard to believe you. You say you're sorry, you say you feel bad, but does this taste like someone who feels bad?" He pushed his fingers into her mouth, wiping her pussy juices onto her tongue.

She shook her head with the fingers still in her mouth.

"I think you came here to atone. Does that sound right."

Danielle nodded, still with his coarse fingers on her pillowy tongue.

"You came here, not as a good girl looking to apologize, but as a bad girl wanting to get punished. Why else would you come here without any underwear? You come into my store wearing a cum-stained dress and nothing else, and you think I'm going to believe that all you wanted to do was say sorry?"

Danielle's eyes were wide as she continued to nurse her juices off of his fingers. This was a total mind fuck for her. She had come here to apologize, but he somehow managed to tap into a deeper level, something unforeseen. She did want to be punished. Not just for her behavior yesterday, but for her promiscuity all week. She shook her head.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Danielle turned to see her naked form in the mirror. Just a second ago, she'd had her dress on and was modeling the black one on top of it. Two layers stripped away just like that. Not to mention the emotional layers.

"Hands on the wall."

Danielle extended her arms and found purchase on either side of the mirror. She knew what was coming. She'd endured spanks from every guy and girl this week, but they were fun, sexual, heat-of-the-moment spanks. This was punishment from a guy almost old enough to be her father. Despite her fear, she quivered in anticipation.

"Stick your ass out. Arch your back," John said as he placed his palm on the small of her back, pushing her into the desired position. "Spread your legs beyond shoulder width." She obeyed.

Without raising her head, Danielle raised her eyes to watch him in the mirror. He was staring down at her ass as if in reverence. His hands encompassed her cheeks without touching them, admiring them before he made his first strike. His fingers were splayed, and another burst of excitement ripped through her as she noticed how large his hands seemed to be.

Then, without warning, he quickly drew his hand back and struck her right cheek. It was a deft strike, shocking her both from its power and speed. Though it hit her squarely in her butt cheek, it was if he had knocked the wind out of her. A brief, hush yawp sprung from her mouth, after which she hung her jaw open in a silent scream.

"Danielle, you are a masterpiece," he said, just before striking her left cheese just as hard. Danielle whimpered.

"I mean, I haven't seen an ass like this since my college days."

He placed his palms over her butt as if to soothe the sting for a moment. He cupped her and allowed his hands to roam all over, squeezing in as much flesh as her taut bottom had to offer. Then, in one quick movement, he released her, bent over slightly and slapped each cheek at the same time.

"Fuck!" Danielle screamed into the mirror.

"Oh, don't make it seem like this isn't what you came here for, missy," he chided. He spanked her right cheek again for good measure.

With Danielle on the verge of tears, but still teetering on the edge of submissive ecstasy, John moved his left hand between her legs and felt her pussy from behind. She went up on her toes in response, more out of shock than a desire to get away. John put his right hand on her lower back again and pushed her back down.

"You're fucking soaked, you little slut. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes, sir," she cried, understanding his implication.

He withdrew both hands and spanked both cheeks in unison. Danielle slid forward, allowing her elbows to come to rest against the mirror. It provided a tiny bit of relief from the strain on her arms, but her ass was now throbbing. She imagined it was glowing red. That's at least what it felt like.

John shuffled his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles. He gripped her waist unceremoniously with both hands, leaving his erection to find its own way between her legs.

"I'd ask for a repeat of yesterday's performance to get my cock all lubed up, but I think you're plenty wet for the both of us," he said.

Danielle felt the head of his cock parting the outer walls of her vagina. He smoothed it along the length of her slit, from her hole to her clit, and she marveled at the sensation. He might not have been as long as the boys back at the cabin, but he knew how to maneuver. He tickled her clit with the ridge of his cock a few times, causing her to raise her right leg off the ground as she tried to have it rub her in just the right way.

John smiled behind her, pleased with himself for still being able to sexually please a college girl. He hadn't even entered her yet and she was moaning like a bitch in heat. He lined up his cock and slid all six inches inside her.

"Ohhhhhhh, yessssss," Danielle groaned as he penetrated her. He didn't fill her as perfectly as Jeremy did, or as roughly as Kevin, but he was at least satisfactory. He kept his hands on her hips and pulled her back to meet his thrusts.

Danielle's breath became labored as he started to pump faster. She recalled that yesterday he didn't have much stamina, but he had filled her mouth with copious amounts of cum. She wondered if there'd be a similar experience today.

"Oh....uh,uh,uh....my....uh,uh,uh....goddddd!" she cried as clearly as she could while getting the breath knocked out of her with his every thrust.

"That's right, you fucking slut. You didn't come here to apologize. You came here for more." He growled the final word directly into her ear. He was hunched over her back, his hands having swooped around her lower ribcage as he attempted to feel as much of her as he could.

In the mirror, he watched as she removed her hand from the wall and brought it to her breast. He was mesmerized as she pinched her nipple, still a bit surprised that this college knockout was bouncing on his cock in the first place. He reached around and slapped her hand away.

"Put those fingers on your clit, slut. I'll take care of your nipples for you."

He palmed each breast and clasped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She groaned and squeezed her legs together in response. He wasn't as rough with her as Kevin or Brandon had been, but then again, he wasn't aware just how much she enjoyed having her nipples mauled. She almost encouraged him to pinch harder, but she stopped herself. She didn't want everyone to know about her dirty little kink. Besides, the treatment he was giving her was going to be good enough.

"I'm gonna cum," she whined as she threw her head back. Hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat and she clenched her eyes tight as her orgasm approached.

"Fuck, me too!" John grunted.

Three more thrusts, each with a furious slap against her crimson ass, and he bottomed out inside of her. He came like a firehose, spraying her womb with what felt like a gallon of cum. This sent Danielle over the edge. She pinned her legs together, seeking every modicum of friction against her clit that she could muster. As soon as her orgasm hit, her right leg swung to the side, as if she were physically expelling her climax from her body. It was only John's grip on her breasts that kept her from falling to the floor.

As their breathing slowed, John's head collapsed against her shoulder, soaking in the last vestiges of what would likely be their final experience together. He didn't want the moment to end, but he was pragmatic enough to know that they were still in the middle of his store, and his neighbors might be suspicious if he stayed closed for too long in the middle of the day. Still, he held her like this until his shrinking erection fell from her pussy.

His cock felt sticky from their dual orgasms, and without a bathroom on premises he didn't have the means to clean himself up before zipping up his pants. He was half tempted to ask Danielle to suck him clean, but he decided against it. He'd already pushed her far enough, and he didn't want to spoil the moment. Reluctantly, he drew his boxers over his cock, knowing it would be uncomfortable for the rest of the day.

Danielle was feebly grabbing for her yellow dress, still bunched up on the floor. When she stood, she appeared woozy, but she was able to get the dress up over her shoulders without too much difficulty.

"Here," John said, holding out the black dress she'd been admiring before. "Take this."

"What?" Danielle asked, still in a haze. "No, I couldn't. That's not why I came."

"We've already established why you came. This isn't a quid pro quo. It's a gift. Something to remember the occasion."

Danielle accepted it, still unsure as to whether she should, and the two of them made their way to the door.

"Hold on," John said, turning towards her. He brushed the hair off her forehead and returned it to a somewhat less suggestive appearance. "Don't want to arouse suspicion."

"Thanks," Danielle said. She didn't know how to end it. See you next year? I had fun? Maybe we can do it again sometime? All of these danced through her mind, but she ended up saying nothing as she headed back to the sidewalk. Behind her, John raised the shade and flipped the sign to "open," and she continued down the street as if nothing had happened at all.

About twenty feet down the street, she realized she was clenching her purse and the new skirt to her chest, giving the appearance of someone frightened or down on their luck. She straightened her back, stuffed the dress in the purse, and continued down the street in a more traditional stride. Before she headed back to the cabin, she wanted to speak to Tim at the café.

As she approached, she didn't immediately see Tim, but she did see the mother who had accosted her a few mornings back. She froze, and almost did an about face, but the woman looked up from the newspaper and made eye contact with her. To Danielle's surprise, the woman folded the paper and gestured for her to sit with her.

Danielle almost pretended not to see her, but she didn't want to bear the scorn of this woman anymore. Perhaps this was a peace offering. She sat down across from her at the sidewalk table.