Weekend Getaway

It was a dark and stormy night. The generator was spluttering away outside the cabin as the rain lashed against the roof. Inside, the warm glow of a few table lamps and a small warm fire bathed the single large room. Near the far wall was an old warm looking four poster bed draped in soft old red covers.

The other half of the small cabin was dedicated to a cozy living room. A few old sofas lay in the flickering light around a large shaggy carpet spread in front of the stone fireplace. With the logs crackling and the flames dancing it would warm everything with in reach. The cabin was a great place to escape to from a busy life in the city.

I had brought my new wife Kristine up here for a long weekend hoping to score. The walking in the woods, the quiet seclusion, plus a bottle of red wine or two, usually has the desired effect and ends up with the old bed creaking and shaking as I impale myself gloriously into some hot young wet nymph.

The storm had rolled in quite suddenly while we were out on a walk to the lake. Kristine had been going on about something to do with her work while I followed her up a hill admiring the way her ass muscles flexed and relaxed as her feet navigated the unsteady terrain ahead of her.

With her tight 5ft 4 body and long black hair she looked like some sort of woodland elf out here except that her generous C-cup breasts made her instead into the most delicious sexual object known to man. All I had thought about since first meeting Kristine was what she would look like straddling my lap as she bounced herself up and down upon my swollen shaft.

Luckily we were not too far from the cabin when the rain started but no amount of running was going to stop us from getting a soaking. We jogged back together laughing in the rain, splashing in little puddles that were beginning to form. Kristine's shirt was getting increasingly wet and was sticking tightly to her voluptuous body. While I had managed not to stare thus far it was getting harder and harder as her bulging erotic outline became more clearly defined.

We were only a minute or two away from the cabin when the air started to get much cooler and quite quickly. The rain then came in earnest and started dropping thousands of fat cold rain drops onto us. In the darkening light we could see the warm glow of the cabin lights in the clearing just up ahead and ran full speed towards it as the storm unleashed onto us.

Crashing through the door laughing I turned to catch Kristine as she came laughing in behind me, briefly feeling the press of her body against mine, the slight twitch between my legs noting it too. Turning back I pushed the door closed against the rain and wind which was now whipping up outside.

As I turned back around time seemed to fall into slow motion. Dripping wet from head to toe and gently wringing out her hair was an apparition of beauty. Her soaked t-shirt was slightly see through and clung to those perfect breasts. Her nipples looked like they were piercing the very fabric of her shirt as her chest heaved, catching breath. Bathed in the soft light of the cabin she was a sight to behold.

"Ahem?" she coughed.

With a little shock I looked up into her eyes.

"What do you think you're staring at?" she asked cheekily.

"If only you could see what I can see you would understand."

"Oh, I understand perfectly," she cooed at me.

"Oh I bet you do," I thought to myself, a twinge of paranoia passing over me.

"I understand" She said with a grin, "you look pretty cute under that wet shirt of yours too you know? Why don't we get out of these wet clothes before we catch a cold?"

With that she gracefully lifted the sides of her shirt up over her head releasing her bosoms to bounce briefly from their confinement. Her small brown nipples sat atop the peaks of her firm perky breasts. Her waist, slightly muscled, breathed in and out.

I moved slowly towards her pulling my sodden shirt off and as I got close to her she lifted her hands to help pull my sleeves off, leaning her naked chest against my stomach. I could feel the hardness of her nipples almost scratching against my skin as she wrestled the sleeves from my grasp.

I let the shirt fall to the ground and looking down on this innocent little creature I swept her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue immediately slithered between my lips and our mouths parted to allow our tongues to dance. She was really vigorous and it was not long before we were practically licking one another.

A sudden crack of thunder made us jump. The rain was really plastering the cabin now and it was getting a bit chilly inside. "Why don't you go get dried off and I'll start us a fire" I suggested and with a hop and a skip she was away. I watched as her breasts swayed out to each side of her as she went over to the bed and with a raging hard-on I turned my attention to getting a fire going.

Just as the logs were kicking into strong flame I felt a hand on my back. "Ahh, a good caveman you are" she smiled into the fire. Squat down beside her I turned to look up at her and fantastically she had decided to stay without a shirt and I was met a view of the soft underside of those breasts flickering in firelight.

"Me make fire," I joked, "Me like fire. Girl like fire?"

"Girl like," she smiled down on me.

"Me like girl too" I grinned "Girl sexy beautiful. Girl better than fire."

She seemed to find this conversation acceptable and lowered her mouth to mine. Locked deep in a kiss she pushed down against me lowing us to the soft shaggy carpet. There we were rolling around, body pressed to body, tongue tied with tongue in front of a warm crackling fire. This was going to be brilliant!

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Like Meer cats our heads popped up in shock to look over the couches towards the door.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

"Hello, are you in there?" came a man's voice from just outside, "Hello, help please, I need your help."

"Who is it?" asked Kristine in a hushed whisper.

"How the hell should I know?"

"Please! I got caught in the storm. I'm freezing!" came the call from outside.

"What if he's like an axe killer or something?" Kristine hissed at me.

"You've seen too many movies. We can't just leave him standing out there can we?" I got up towards the door, "quick, go get your shirt on and I'll see who it is."

"Be careful," Kristine said as she ran over towards the bed.

I walked over to the door and released the catch. The door swung open towards me with a big gust of cold wet wind causing the fire to dim and dance in all directions in objection. A sodden wet figure stood in the doorway.

"Please, I'm sorry to bother you but I just need a warm place to stay," he said hurriedly. "I was fishing down by the lake when the storm rolled in and my tent blew away."

The rain continued to lash into the cabin with a fury so I made a quick decision and invited the stranger to come in. He wasn't more than a step inside before, from either side of the open door, came three more large lads who pushed inside violently.

"HEY! What the fu..." I tried to object but one of them barged into me as he came in knocking me to the floor as the rest poured into the small cabin. The door was slammed shut and there was some vigorous shaking of jackets raining water down on me as the four men stood surveying the inside.

"Nice place ya got here," commented one.

"Yeah, real nice place," said another with a slightly sardonic tone.

I looked up at the group who were all looking across the room smiling. Following their gaze there was Kristine standing in front of the bed with her plump breasts straining the buttons of the shirt she had flung on. She had a frightened look on her face and I realized we were now in a bit of trouble. I had to get control of this situation somehow and fast.

"Sorry to barge in on you like this mate," said one of the guys in a slightly condescending manner.

"Yeah, sorry to put you out," said another mockingly.

"Hey girlie" called one of them, "you got something to drink in this place?"

Kristine was almost trembling on the bed. Her female fear meter had already interpreted the reality of the danger that was facing her and was rapidly thinking on ways to avoid serious trouble. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen with all 5 sets of our eyes following her movements. "How about a couple of beers?" she offered.

"That'd be fine miss," said one, licking his lips while another elbowed his friend smiling.

With their attention diverted I got to my feet. The part of my brain that briefly considered knocking them all out with my non existent James Bond kung fu skills made way for a more rational and submissive tack.

"Hey guys," I probed as they turned to look at me, "look, it's really late and I know it's raining and all but..." The sentence hung in the air unsure of how to finish itself. One of the guys took the lead and finished it for me.

"Oh, I think we'll be just fine here for the evening" he said with a grin looking back at Kristine who was sheepishly coming over to the men with the peace offering of beers in hand. The four men took their beers and clinked them together chatting, nudging and laughing as Kristine came over and stood by my side.

"Ugh, I'm soaked," said one to another.

"Yeah, me too," agreed the large one who started pulling his sodden sweater off.

As if it was some sort of cue they all started peeling out of their wet clothes dumping them on the floor around their feet. "You got some towels?" asked one of them.

"We'll get you some," said Kristine taking me by the hand. She led me over to the dresser by the bed and once we were far enough away she whispered suddenly "what are we going to do?"

"What?" I whispered back, "just be nice."

The four burly men were across the room slowly taking off their wet shirts while drinking on their beers and talking together.

"You don't get it, do you?" She hissed, nodding subtly towards our group of new guests, as she opened one of the drawers, "we're in deep shit here"

I couldn't help but think how mature and serious she suddenly seemed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Do you have a gun?" she whispered quietly as she fished out a towel and handed it to me.

"No..." I trailed off unsure of what to think.

"Any weapons at all?" she asked handing me two more towels.

Just about to catch up to where Kristine was on all this...

"You got those towels?" one called

"Yup," I said turning in response.

Kristine followed behind me with an armful of towels as we crossed back over and handed them out. The group was now quite quiet as they started drying off.

"We need to get out of all these wet clothes, hope you don't mind" said one as he started pealing off his sodden jeans.

"Come give us a hand here will ya?" he beckoned towards Kristine.

Meekly she moved towards him and with both hands grabbed one leg of his jeans. They started a tug of war and slowly waged a victory against the wet pant leg. One of the others noticed this. "Hey boy, make yourself useful," he waved a leg at me.

Kristine had just succeeded in wrenching the jeans from her first quarry who was now drying his legs with one of the towels and she was now being ushered over to help with the next pair. I pulled back on the pant leg I was holding and it came free so I moved to the next.

The other two guys were not even trying to get their jeans off now and were just watching Kristine, waiting for help. The second pant leg I was holding came free and I noticed a large bulge in the man's underwear as I dropped the limp wet jeans to the ground. I turned to help the next guy with his jeans when the one I had just helped caught me by the arm.

"Why don't we let your girl here take care of those two?" he suggested, squeezing my arm slightly with his powerful hand so I just stood there and watched as Kristine managed to pull the second pair loose. I noticed a large bulge in this man's underwear as well.

With the others drying off or finishing their beers Kristine moved to the last guy. He hadn't even undone his belt and just stood there. At first Kristine stood in front of him fumbling with the wet clasp but with a heavy hand on her shoulder he suggested she get on her knees to undo the belt better.

Looking up into his eyes briefly she gently complied lowering herself to the floor. Reaching up for the buckle as he looked down on her the room fell into a strange quiet suspension. Even the pounding sound of the rain on the roof seemed to become muted as we all just stood there, watching.

Her fingers plucked at the mechanics of the belt and soon it gave way. Kristine twisted the button of his jeans loose matter-of-factly and then pinched between a finger and thumb slid his zipper down part way before moving her hands down to grab one leg. The man just stood there.

Kristine looked up at the man quizzically for a moment to which he simple tipped his head to one side. Kristine resigned to his difficulty and moved her attention to pulling his jeans down rather than off by the leg. With the delicate fingers of each hand tucked into his waistband she started pulling each side down a bit, one side then the other.

The room was totally still now, the sound of rain almost a distant memory. There was my wife kneeling in front of a strange man, pulling his jeans down while a group of us stood around them, watching. I feel a tingle in my loins.

Kristine managed to get his jeans past his hips and they then easily slid down to his knees. Offering her a leg Kristine pulled it free followed by the other. Now there were four large men in their underwear standing around a beautiful buxom little elf girl. As she made to stand up the man placed his hand back on her shoulder to which Kristine looked up with a slight panic showing through.

"You're not done yet," he smiled, "we need to get out of all our wet clothes."

There was a general murmur of laughter to this. My mind swung around in circles. I had suddenly realized from my own sense of lust for Kristine in this situation what was really happening here but what was I supposed to do now?

Kristine looked up at the man and then looked to each of his friends. Finally her eyes met mine and in her expression I saw a sort of blank worry. She held my gaze for a moment and realizing I wouldn't have a chance against 4 men either she slumped her head in resignation.

The man in front of Kristine leaned down and took her hands into his lifting them. Kristine looked up towards him one last time as he hooked her fingers into the waistband of his bulging underwear. As his hands left hers there he quietly said to her, "Just play along and it'll all be ok."

Kristine nodded lightly and bowed her head for a moment. Then, looking up to her hands she slowly started pulling the tight underwear down. As she did so the man's semi erect cock flopped free of its constraints and bobbed there in front of her. The man kicked his underwear to one side and stood there looking down on the black head kneeling in front of him.

"You not gonna say nothing bout this?" the man whose jeans I had pulled off kicked out at me. "I think your wife here wants to suck his cock, what do you think Jim?"

"Yeah, I think she wants to suck it nice and deep," jibed Jim.

"Mine too," said the other two almost in unison, laughing.

"What do you think about that bitch boy? Shall we let your wife suck our cocks?" asked the first man.

The room was on pause and was now looking at me as I tried to speak but I found myself staring instead down at this beautiful girl with that big growing cock pointing at her face. Flashes of her wet mouth sucking hard cock fired in my mind.

"I think he wants to watch," jested one of the guys

"It that it? You wanna watch your wife here suck our cocks?"

Still no words came out... to the humor of the group. The guy next to me stepped up close to me and with his hot breath on my ear I heard his words. "We're gonna have some fun with your girl here and you're going to sit here and watch. You got that?"

I turned to look at him and realizing I had no choice, nodded quietly.

"Let's take her over by the fire" suggested the man. "You," he grabbed me, "sit here," and promptly sat me down in the armchair facing the fire.

Kristine had been led onto the shaggy carpet where only a short time ago things had been going so well for me. Each of them discarded their underwear as they moved into the circle and hands began fondling and pawing at her body under her clothes.

"You just sit there and enjoy the show," said the man beside me as he tugged down his underwear. "and don't even think of moving" he warned as I watched his half hard cock swing towards the center of the party.

At first there were no thoughts, I just sat there taking in the scene in front of me as the pawing of eight hands quickly turned into an unbuttoning and loosening of any clothing in the way. All the while their four heavy cocks bobbed and swung around in front of them as the few remaining clothes began being ejected from the circle.

With collective murmurings of approval the hands found the soft flesh of her ass and breasts and kneaded her roughly. Every now and then I would catch a glimpse of one of those spectacular tits with a hand squeezing it or a hard cock rubbing against her body and all the time my cock was getting harder.

Within the circle of men I saw Kristine slowly kneel down and take one of the cocks into her mouth. She slurped the head of his hardening shaft between her lips and then engulfed his flesh with her mouth. Bobbing her head slightly the hands continued to paw and grope at her.

As she slid her mouth from his now hard cock I could see the moist saliva making his meat glisten. Her head was turned to the next man who had his back to me and I could see his hands tuck into her hair either side of his buttocks as he started bobbing her face onto his fleshy shaft.

For several minutes Kristine's mouth was moved from one cock to the next while her hands instinctively pulled and tugged on the free ones. I could hear her slurping and occasionally choking as the men stuffed their hard cocks down her throat. Meanwhile my own hardness had built to uncomfortable proportions and so I shuffled around slightly to move my cock into a more comfortable position.

"What did I say about not moving?" barked the guy, his stiff 8 inch cock walking towards me. In the background one of the other men was impaling Kristine's throat with his thick monster as she drooled everywhere.

"I told you not to move and you moved," he said walking towards me, his stiff pole wavering out in front of him "and so now you have to be punished. Stand up."

I stood up awkwardly. "What..."

SMACK!

I reeled slightly from the stinging slap.

"Strip!"

Without a word I started pulling my clothes off. The big man was just standing there right in front of me. As I bent down to pull my jeans off I couldn't help but notice how big his cock looked hovering there in front of me.

I stood up shyly left only in my underwear packing a hard cock.

"I said strip!" the man said flatly.

Nervously I pulled my last vestige of innocence off and my swollen member swung free.

"I see you like the show," said the man, "why don't you come over and get a closer look?"

Without argument he led me over to the middle of the carpet where Kristine was presently deep-throating one of the men's 9 inch shaft. My cock twitched and jumped at the sight.

"Yeah, we like watching her suck our cocks too," he hummed "why don't you get down there and have a closer look at your hot little wife sucking our meat?" he suggested with a heavy hand resting on my shoulder.

I saw Kristine look at me briefly out of the corner of her eye as the cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth. I was like in a trance and the group parted slightly as I was led to the middle and down to my knees on the soft shaggy carpet beside Kristine.