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Cabin in the woods, Peekers are going to peek.
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Cabin in the woods, Peekers are going to peek. The following Blog may or may not be fictional. But if you ask, we might want to confirm it as being non-fiction with our actions. Ottawa and surrounding area. Standard members can contact us. Naughty C here, J and I got a call from a guy who we had met one time. He was a really sweet guy and he was quite good in bed, so we were pretty happy to hear from him. He seemed pretty excited and he wanted us to meet up with him at his cottage. He had a surprise for us. We had a bit of an idea of what he had in store, because I talk a little dirty sometimes in “the moment” so I might have confessed a few fantasies to him while he was making my eyes roll back into my head. He was that sort of guy, the guy who touches all the right spots with his hands, his tongue, and his manhood. ALL of them! So we weren’t surprised when we showed up and there were three smiling men outside on the porch when we arrived. He had touched all of “My Spots" one at a time, I guess I was going to find out what it was like to get touched in all of them at the same time. I leaned over in the car and kissed J. He smiled. “I guess I am the one watching today”. We got out of the car and the guys all stood up. What gentlemen. J shook hands with everyone, and I gave everyone a hug. The cottage was secluded. Down in one of those cottage areas. Not on the water, but not far from it. Lots of small confusing laneways with hand crafted street signs that aren’t on any map. The instructions were well done and we got there with no problem. It was early in the cottage season so it was still a bit of a chill in the air. The smoke was curling out of the stove pipe, and our host invited us inside. I went first. the others followed. It was warmer inside, thank god. I had been wearing what our host had asked me to in his invitation email. My coat, nothing else. My nipples were rock hard from the cold and the warm felt good on my body as the heat radiated of the wood stove, one of those old ones that are basically an upright kettle. The interior was rustic and the cottage had obviously been there for a long time. The furniture was old and utility but there was a couch and chair, a fridge, a proper counter with some bar stools and a coffee pot and a propane coleman stove on the counter. The generator out back was rattling away, and the lamp on the end table and the bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling in this one room cabin was all that lit the room. That and the backlit coca cola sign hanging on the wall next to the NHL poster from 1977. I was to find out later that freshening up was an outdoor affair at the purpose built facilities, complete with a garden hose fed from a well. At least the place had a few amenities. A girl has to tinkle once in a while  Hot and cold running garden hose. How thoughtful. Turning towards the door as the men followed me into their “Den of the woods” I looked at J who was bringing up the rear of my entourage. I smiled, he smiled, and my coat fell off over my shoulders onto the floor behind me. Everyone smiled. The boys moved to the couch, J to the chair, I got down on all fours with my best side facing them, the back side, on the cut piece of carpet that was the centrepiece of the furniture arrangement, its like they knew we were coming. My fingers found there way between my shaved pussy lips and I looked at them each over my shoulder as I introduced them to the intimacies of my body. I was dripping wet, but who wouldn’t be, I was completely nude, exposed, and open and ready for whatever came next from whoever wanted me. And I could tell by the zippers being undone that the feeling was multiple and mutual. My middle finger found its way up between my slick pussy lips to my wanting asshole and I started to massage my ass for them to watch as they began to stroke themselves as they watched me pleasure myself for their amusement. I looked over at the chair, J was nearly fully undressed, and I knew that this was going to be a quick start. J moved over to me and I took him in my mouth and worked his cock. I could hear cloths hitting the floor. Belt buckles make that sound when they land on plank flooring, and it wasn’t long until I could feel someone sliding into me. Then a hand on my ass, and a finger up it. And some hands my my back, my breasts, I was lost, my eyes closed, then he pulled out, and I could feel another different shape slide into me. I was getting fucked by men who I didn’t even know their names. Hard cocks were inside me that I had never seen. Fingers in my ass. I was totally overcome with bliss. This is what I live for, these fleeting moments of abandon, of totally giving myself to others. Over the next hour I was fucked, sucked, I licked balls and cocks, I had tongues in my ass, my pussy, my mouth. I was double penetrated, ass fucked, double ended, air tight, two in my pussy at the same time. I licked my pussy off cocks, I had cum splash over my asshole, my tits, my face, and had cum shot deep into my pussy and my ass. I often didn’t even know who was fucking me where, I was too busy sucking whatever cock was in front of me. Or stroking one and sucking the other. I was totally into my work of lust, and being the woman that these men had fantasized about. Sometimes it was one man. Sometimes two. Sometimes everyone at once. When one would cum, he would rest on the couch and watch me work the others. Or three would watch and I would put all of my attention into one. At one point in time or another J tells me that everyone took me everywhere. it was like my first meeting with our host, times three. After a quick tinkle and washing up my parts. The men had been good and would wash up outside after fucking my ass. I like polite men. No self respecting lady wants to suck a cock after it been up her… Thats why I really liked these guys. And yes, I will be going back, you can bet your bottom dollar on that. Good men are hard to find. After I freshened up, I was standing at the counter and looking myself over in the mirror, one of those aged half fogged bathroom<b> mirrors </font></b>that was hanging on the wall like a picture. The boys were drinking coffee in various states of undress, I was still totally nude, what was I going to wear, the only clothes that left the house with me was my coat. Drinking my cup of coffee the boys had made for me while I was outside freshening up, I realized what a mess I was. The good kind of mess. My hair was everywhere, I had a cow lick sticking up like some sort of 60s thing, and it was held in place with dried cum, that was going to be hard to conceal on the way home. I had dried cum on my cheek, and my tits looked like they had white glue dried on them, the cum was actually tightening my skin on my tits and they felt tight and they were actually glossy. That one guy came like nothing I have ever seen. It splashed right across my tits while I was sucking his friend off. It was hanging off my nipples like icing icicles. I kept sucking his friends cock while I looked “Sir-cum-Alot” right in the eyes and used my free hand to rub his creamy gift all over my tits and my stomach, working his friends hard cock the whole time and looking right into his eyes with the deepest sluttiest look I could with a cock in my mouth. He looked like he was in shock. He sat down on the couch totally relaxed. Thats when I moved over and started licking his balls and the cum off his spent cock while another man took me from behind. And soon after, in my behind. These boys liked their tush, good thing I love doing that. I always remember the highlights, and that dried cum all over my tits and stomach I was looking at in the foggy mirror was a good reminder of that as I sipped my coffee and the boys talked about boy things. After coffee break, I did some special requests. That included our host and his friend fucking me from both ends in the middle of the laneway outside. A walk in the woods with one of the guest who asked me if I would mind doing something special for him. Some guys are shy. So I fingered his ass with him on all fours while I jerked him off from behind, and gave him a good rimming. He blew his load in my hand and I rubbed it all over his ass. He didn’t want his friends to know, so shhhh. And Sir-Cum-ALot shot a very impressive load for his third of the day, this guy was the master of cum shots, all over my asshole for everyone to watch. Hockey cheer and all. Every good party girl session should have a grand finally, and this was my encore curtain call for the boys. Boys like to be boys, thats why there are girls like me. Another coffee and it was on with the coat, and in the car and back out to the main road. My ass hurt a bit sitting in the car, but I had been fucked there by four different men over the last 2 and a half hours. My tits still felt tight with dry cum, and that cumshot cow lick was still doing the Elvis thing in my totally just got fucked hairdo. This would be a fun one to explain if we got pulled over. I made sure J didn’t speed on the way home. I didn’t know if i was up to sucking off a police officer on the side of the road. They don’t go in for that stuff much anymore anyhow, and besides with my luck it would be a woman. Then again I don’t mind that either, so that might not have been all bad  J dropped me off at home, and my husband was waiting for me when we got there. I waved to J and hubby did too as he headed home. My hubby looked at me, looked at my hair, and tried not to laugh. I opened up the coat and it fell to on the ground behind me right on the porch of our rather well secluded house. Standing their naked he looked me over. “Good afternoon out?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Whats with your tits? Is that cum?" "I have some confessions for you.” i said dropping to my knees and unbuckling his belt, his button, drawing his zipper down. “I can’t wait to hear them.” he said with a smile, as I reached into his pants and freed his cock from its constraints. As his cock slide into my mouth and I was rolling my tongue over the head, hubby said. “I can’t wait to hear your version. J has been texting me photos all afternoon. You have been a busy women.” I almost choked. “J, you dog, you really know how to please a woman.” I thought as hubby pushed his cock deep down my throat. Its a thing that we do. There is a price you have to pay when you get home if you want to be a woman of freedom. Gotta pay the toll to the toll master. So for the next hour I happily paid that toll. Its the best part. I got to flip though pictures on hubbies phone and explain what I was doing while he fucked me from behind. I thought this was going to be an oral storytelling, not show and tell. J really knows how to give a girl a treat. (Photo show and tell is something we do, I just didn’t know we were doing it that day.) At least hubby gave my ass a break. I winced a bit when he tried to put it in there. “All four?” he asked. “All four, more than once” I said. He figured it had been used enough for one day. Thats what hubbies are for. They know when to give a girl a break. Hubby filled my pussy with his manly ecstasy with a long deep stroke and a low moan when we got to the photo of me, on top of one man, with another in my ass, and sucking on the third. The shot was perfectly timed. The camera and hubby. The cock in my ass was halfway in, and I had just the tip of a big fat one in my mouth. You could see the feet of the wood stove and the sight of his wife being triple teamed on a piece of carpet in a shack emptied his balls into my pussy. I actually love to see photos of me. I don’t often get them. And I know what it feels like but to see it, Its just different. So I came hard a few times giving hubby the tour of my afternoon. Plus he knows just how to touch my clit while he fucks me. Home team advantage. But that moan when he saw that photo with his cock inside his wife, the woman in that photo, and the hot spirts I could feel in my all afternoon fucked pussy, thats the sort of thing that makes a woman scream when she cums. And I did. Its not who cums first. Its who cums last that counts. Reclaimed by my husband, I thought "Score 5 for me. Two old friends, two new friends, and a husband.” As I washed myself off, and out, from a very interesting afternoon. If only the people at work knew what I did on my days off. Maybe I will leave my phone lying around and see. Peekers, peek, but if they peek, the don’t usually speak. Not to me anyhow, just to everyone else. The only people who speak to me in that case are those who want to know where the cabin is. Drinking a coffee as a reread this, I feel sort of warm knowing that I am sitting here with the seed of 5 men still inside me. I write to remember and to share. I hope you enjoyed this as much as me. Tootles. C |
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