Spring Break at the Cabin

"She's a pretty sweet appetizer," Marci said. "You want to taste for yourself?"

Danielle recoiled a bit, unused to being offered as a sex doll. But how could she deny it? All she was wearing was a stretched and ripped pair of soaked panties that had been pulled away from her pussy. She was collapsed against the couch with her legs spread, allowing everyone to take in every inch of her. If Jeremy wanted to come eat her out, she would have welcomed it. But he showed a surprising amount of will power.

"Not right now, I think. Going to save mine for later. Come on, let's eat!"

Danielle only now became aware of the aroma of grilled chicken and veggies. Jeremy had placed an abundant platter of charred chicken, carrots and broccoli at the center of the table. It looked delicious, but Danielle was wary of sitting to eat completely nude.

"Do we...um...get dressed first?" she asked the girls. They both laughed.

"What's the point? Not like you brought anything to wear, anyway, right?"

Danielle had forgotten about the way her suitcase had been emptied of all its contents except lingerie. But she quickly got comfortable with eating with the group while completely naked. After all, the boys only had board shorts on, and the girls were each topless. Once they were sitting, the only difference between them -- that her panties were an utterly pointless tattered mess -- was hidden below the table.

Besides the nudity, dinner was surprisingly normal. Danielle was constantly in awe of how chill they were around each other, especially sexually. The few guys she'd been with before tonight would have splooged their pants if they had the opportunity to dine with three topless beauties. But these guys made it seem like it was no big deal. Andrea and Marci, too, were completely at ease. Prior to tonight, she never, ever would have imagined eating topless in front of anyone, let alone a group of people she knew.

During a brief lull in the conversation, she found herself blurting out a telling question.

"So, is there an agenda for this week? Like, do we ever head into town or go hiking through the woods? Or do we just hang out and fuck each other like Bacchus would have wanted?"

The question hung in the air, suspended in silence for a few seconds, before everyone burst out laughing. Danielle wasn't sure if they were laughing at her, or if they thought it was a genuinely funny joke.

"Well, I don't know who Bacchus is," said Jeremy. "But no, there's no agenda. We can go into town if you want, you can hike if you want, or you can fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. It's all in good fun, that's why we like it here so much. As for tonight, we're probably just going to watch a movie and take it easy."

After another brief pause, he added, "Why, is there someone you were hoping to fuck?"

Danielle blushed as all eyes turned to her again. "Well, not in particular, but I was just noticing a trend through the first couple hours here. And just an FYI," she couldn't help but add, "Bacchus was the Greek god of wine. He is famous for hosting raves that turned into drunken orgies."

"Sounds like my kind of guy!" Jeremy replied. "And if you want to kick start a drunken orgy, by all means lead the way!"

As compelling as it sounded, Danielle still couldn't bring herself to ask for it. "Maybe tomorrow. I think I jumped into the deep end and I'm just struggling to keep my head above water at this point."

"Tomorrow's as good a day as any, right guys?"

"Right!" Brandon and Kevin answered.

After dinner, the group settled into the living room facing the TV. They agreed that they would take turns picking the movie. Kevin was offered first pick, and mischievously selected Eyes Wide Shut.

"Gee, I wonder why he likes this one so much," Andrea mocked.

"Uh, excuse me. Yeah, there's some hot nudity, but Stanley Kubrick is a fucking genius. There's a lot to like besides naked Nicole Kidman. Get your head out of the gutter." He said it feigning like his feelings were hurt, and they all chided him on.

"OK, but yeah, naked Nicole Kidman is the main reason," he added for everyone's enjoyment.

There were three couches in the room, and Danielle found herself seated next to Jeremy. In the middle couch, Andrea and Marci sat under a blanket cuddling each other as the evening temperature dipped into the mid-fifties. Kevin and Brandon sat on the opposite couch, Brandon idly playing on his phone. Jeremy dimmed the lights with a remote, then threw an incredibly soft and warm blanket over him and Danielle.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay undressed in the evening here. Scooch over here," he said, pulling her close.

Danielle thought she Andrea and Marci whispering secretively but couldn't make out a word. She had a feeling, though, that they were hypothesizing what Jeremy was going to try underneath the blanket.

Jeremy wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tight, letting his arm slide from her shoulder to her hip. Danielle found that she melded into him with startling precision. Her body fit into his like a puzzle piece, and she instantly felt at ease, if not a little excited too. As the movie began, the room fell into darkness and Danielle felt his hand slowly caressing her thigh.

She snuggled up against him, encouraging his activity. As the room fell silent and the film's dialog took over, Jeremy brushed his hand over the hem of her panties, dipping his fingers suggestively between it and her hypersensitive skin. Danielle loved that he wasn't groping her aggressively, but sensuously stroking her less-obvious erogenous zones.

This continued for a while. Jeremy would alternate between her thigh and her midsection, lovingly caressing her lithe form in all the right spots. Either out of gentlemanliness or delayed gratification -- she wasn't sure which -- he avoided her breasts and vagina, though he would come tantalizingly close. With each approach, Danielle would hold her breath in anticipation, only to exhale after he moved his hand back the other way.

During one of the flashback scenes when Nicole Kidman was naked with a sailor, Danielle felt something hard pressing against the back of her forearm. For a second, she thought it was Jeremy's phone in his pocket. But he shifted in his seat and she felt it grow, quickly realizing that it was in fact his hardening cock.

'Holy shit!' she thought. 'It's fucking massive!'

She couldn't help but look down at it, forming a noticeable bulge in the front of his trunks. She could make out the outline of it even in the dark and gasped at its girth. It was easily the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and she'd only seen it through his shorts.

Jeremy realized that he'd grabbed her attention and smiled. He'd played his cards right and was undoubtedly going to have his dick buried in one of her holes before the end of the night. He'd hoped that she would experience this sort of ugly duckling into beautiful swan phase this week. He'd just never anticipated that it would happen so quickly or easily.

Knowing that she needed encouragement each step of the way, he gently repositioned her so that her back was to him, but with his left arm still draped over her and down past her abdomen. This freed up her right arm, which had been pinned against his side. With that arm now free, he guided it to his lap, pressing her palm against his cock. He loved her reaction: a gasp of both shock and excitement. With his hand over hers, he slowly stroked up and down, allowing her to fully experience his full length.

Danielle couldn't believe it. She felt like she was holding a hoagie more than a dick. And that she was stroking him under the blanket with four friends hanging in the same room was incredibly titillating. Jeremy added to her excitement, finally gliding his fingers under her panties and against her eager slit. Her hips rocked back into the couch, rolling herself back and forth against his masculine digits.

Sensing her willingness, Jeremy kicked things up a notch. He lifted his hips slightly and deftly slid his shorts down to his knees. It took lowering them that far for his enormous manhood to finally pop free. Danielle loved the sensation of her palm against his bare skin. He was rock hard now, but he was also warm and welcoming beneath the blanket. She stroked his entire length, marveling at the bulging veins and the rigidness of the crest at the head. It was like all her life she'd been primping bonsai plants, and now she was expected to tend to a sequoia.

Jeremy had long since stopped using her hand to stroke, leaving her to analyze it on her own. And while she was happy to rub her hand on it, she realized she wasn't really giving him a hand job. She was more amused, almost, squeezing it as one might a stress toy, impressed by its fortitude. Jeremy, on the other hand, was rubbing her clit, which was soaked with her juices. She began to moan, doing her best to stifle any sound. She knew others in the room would instantly know what was happening if they looked over, but she wasn't keen on drawing their attention.

On the TV, Tom Cruise had gained entrance to the mansion and was meandering through the extravagant orgy. The camera panned past a beautiful brunette sucking off a guy in a tuxedo. She made it look so exciting, and Danielle began salivating over the thought of tasting Jeremy's dick. He had the same idea.

Leaning over to whisper in her ear, he said, "Why don't you duck under the blanket for me."

Danielle knew what he wanted, and at this point was happy to oblige. She slid down the couch so she could narrow the distance to his rock-hard obelisk. After she dipped low enough, Jeremy pulled the blanket over her so her entire top half was under cover. Only her curled legs, turned and half dangling over the cushions, were visible to the rest of the room.

Hidden from view, she felt comfortable planting her lips on the side of Jeremy's monster. Giving head was not her favorite thing to do, but that was mostly because she hated the time spent getting it hard. In this case, it was already hard, and she actually enjoyed the sensation of her lips and tongue gracing against the hard, distended veins.

His cock twitched against her face, suggesting that he was enjoying the miniscule gestures she had made so far. This was encouraging to her. She would have a hard time fitting this meat popsicle in her mouth and would prefer to get him off without having to do so.

Because she had scooted so far down the couch, her pussy was no longer in Jeremy's reach, so he amused himself with her tits instead. Cupping one at a time in his left hand, he tested their girth the way Danielle had done with his cock. He wrapped his meaty paws around them and squeezed, enjoying the sensation of her flesh bulging out between his fingers. Her hard nipples caught his attention, and he captured them between his thumb and middle finger, testing their stiffness.

Danielle couldn't help but whimper at the effect he was having on her breasts. If the rest of the room wasn't aware yet, they were certainly aware now.

Jeremy responded by pinching a bit harder. Danielle hissed between her teeth but couldn't deny the pain-pleasure hybrid that it caused. "Mmmmm," she purred as she brought her lips back to his cock. But her gentle kissing was clearly not going to finish the job.

Jeremy tapped on her thigh, and Danielle instinctively knew that he wanted her to rotate onto her knees. On shaky, nervous arms, she turned to support herself just above the head of his cock. Now staring down at it, she had her left arm between his legs and her right arm against his back. She curled her knees up beneath her, resting comfortably on the couch cushions. The downward slant of her back caused the blanket to slide forward, exposing her from her mid back to her feet. She was grateful, at least, that her head and chest were still covered, as she knew Marci and Andrea would be judging her oral skills if they could see her.

Jeremy put both hands under the blanket and pulled her hair up to a ponytail, which he then secured in his right hand. In a way that was more insistent than forceful, he lowered her until her lips met his bulbous head. Danielle stretched her mouth wide and impressed even herself as Jeremy managed to get the entire mushroom past her teeth.

She sensed that he might be able to get another inch or so in before hitting her throat, something she was absolutely dreading, and decided that she should do her best to get him off like this to avoid that scenario. Fortunately, Jeremy stopped pressing and let her work at her own pace, though he maintained the grip on her hair.

Danielle slid her tongue against the side of his shaft, which represented about as much as she could do given his size and her position. She made quick ministrations up and down, trying to get him as wet and lubricated as possible, knowing that it would help should he try to push further. For now, it seemed to be working.

Jeremy extended his left hand down to her ass, where he grabbed her panties and pulled them into a wedgie between her cheeks.

"Mmmphh!" Danielle grunted as the resulting sensation pulled her further onto his cock.

Jeremy repositioned slightly so that he could reach further and stroke her clit again. Danielle knew that her bare ass -- bare save for the thin sliver of wedged panties -- was sticking up into the evening darkness, present for anyone who chose to look. She imagined it glowing in the light of the TV, a real-life representation of what was happening on screen. She assumed the others in the room were watching as Jeremy fingered her, and as she considered this, she got even wetter.

Danielle felt fingers expertly pleasuring her pussy. She felt Jeremy's hand clenching her right breast, crushing it between his fingers with every stroke of her tongue against his dick. She also felt his right hand holding her hair tightly behind her head, preventing it from falling in her face. Lost in the delusion of the moment, she failed to realize that there were more than two hands on her body.

When the hand on her pussy gripped the makeshift thong and pulled it away from her lips, she at first marveled at Jeremy's dexterity and the length of his arm. But when she realized her panties were being pulled all the way down to her knees, and especially when she felt a pair of hands grab her ass, she became acutely aware that someone else had joined the fun.

With her senses heightened, she was able to discern that it was one of the guys behind her. His fingers seemed coarser against her cheeks, and she observed hair on his wrists. She debated pausing her blow job to see who it was, but she then wandered whether that mattered. She wouldn't stop things whether it was Brandon or Kevin, but she did feel weird about having someone fuck her without knowing who it was.

She started to raise her head off Jeremy's cock to ask, but he held the back of her head firmly. She murmured something indecipherable, but Jeremy just silenced her with a "shhhh." She relented as he pushed her head back down.

Whoever it was behind her pulled her left leg off the couch, and her foot found a bracing spot on the floor. With her right knee on the couch still, her panties stretched taut between her knees. She felt them dig slightly into her toned muscles, but the persistence of the guy behind her kept her legs spread as far as they would go.

Then, the expectant push against her pussy. This head was nowhere near as large as Jeremy's, a fact that gave her a significant amount of relief. His more manageable size coupled with the slick dewiness of her hole made it easy for him to penetrate her.

"Mmmmmppphh!" she moaned around Jeremy's prodding tool.

While he might not have been particularly wide, his cock felt longer than any she had taken before. On his first foray, he got deeper than any of the guys who had been lucky enough to be with her thus far. Danielle noticed, however, that she did not feel his thighs, suggesting he still had more inches to give her.

"Fuck, she's fucking wet," said the guy behind her. "Nice job, Jer."

He began to rock back and forth, stuffing just a bit more into her with each thrust. Jeremy appeared turned on by the display, as beneath the blanket he started to control the motions of her head. With his right hand still holding her ponytail and his left hand on the back of her neck, he encouraged her to sink lower. When he hit the back of her throat, Danielle gagged.

The resulting spasm caused her to back all the way off his cock. Jeremy kept a hold of her but allowed her the moment to recover. Spit and drool fell out of her gaping mouth onto his cock, his balls, and the cushion below him.

"That's it, baby. Try again," he said.

"Please don't push that far," she said, her left hand clasped on his thigh.

"OK, we can take it easy tonight. I can tell it's your first time with something this size."

Danielle was worried that he was going to be more insistent, so she was grateful that he didn't force things. She closed her lips over his mushroom head again, noticing that it was slicker now with her spit. This made things a bit easier as she slid halfway down his length again.

Behind her, her mystery lover had finally bottomed out. Her pussy, gushing but still tight, clenched at him as if it wanted to pull him deeper.

"Dude, thanks for letting me fuck her before you loosen her up. After you, I'm not even sure she could feel me anymore. But she's tight as a fucking fist right now."

"Dude, that's why we're boys. I got you, man."

Danielle couldn't believe the way they were talking about her like she was an object. She also couldn't believe the suggestion that after sex with Jeremy, she was going to be a gaping, cavernous mess. Both ideas, which would have appalled her this time last week, proved to be quite the turn on tonight.

The guy behind her started stroking in and out at an increased speed. He managed to do this while planting his legs in such a way that he continued to pry her legs apart, despite the counter pressure applied by her strained panties.

"Is this what you wanted when you decided to join us this weekend, Danielle?" the guy behind her said. She thought she recognized something in his tone that suggested it was Brandon. "You wanted a couple of experienced cocksmen to fuck you like a rag doll?"

"Mmm hmmm," she moaned, surprising even herself. It was what she wanted, though it wasn't very ladylike -- in her eyes -- to admit such a thing.

"I'm sorry, was that supposed to be a yes?"

Jeremy lifted her off his cock so she could answer more clearly.

"Yes, fuck....yes!" she wailed. "Please make me cum!"

Brandon (she was quite sure it was Brandon now) gave a hard spank to her right cheek.

"That's right, slut. You've always wanted it but were too afraid to ask. We're going to make up for lost time this week."

Before she could reply, Jeremy pushed her back onto his cock. On the couch across from her, Danielle could hear Marci and Andrea gasping at the scene before them. Despite the deep inroads they'd made earlier today, they didn't expect to see Danielle getting tag teamed so quickly. They cheered on the boys.

"Yeah, feed her that cock, Jeremy. Give her all your fucking cum."

"Give her another spank, Brandon. Sluts deserve to be spanked."

Brandon happily obeyed, striking her left cheek this time. Danielle began to push back against his thrusts, absorbing and welcoming his treatment. Each slap elevated her sense of arousal in ways she couldn't explain. Brandon, seeing that she was into it, continued to rain down upon her bottom until a hint of red lingered.

Impossibly, Danielle felt Jeremy swelling in her mouth, stretching her jaws even further. She sensed a conclusion fast approaching.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. You want it in your mouth or on your face?"