A Weeend Begins in the Forest

"At last!" Andy thought, as the cabin finally came into view. Neither Traci nor Andy was terribly good at navigation, so it wasn't a surprise Andy took a wrong turn on the way, delaying him by a good 35 minutes. Traci probably took four wrong turns, Andy figured, but to his surprise she had clearly out-navigated him this time--her red SUV sat parked on the gravel near the front door. A single parking space remained, and Andy pulled the Audi in.

Surrounded by dense hardwood and pine forest that came right up to the building, miles from anywhere, the cabin was truly hidden away, just as the owner had described it when we'd discussed renting it for a summer weekend. "This would be a weekend to remember," Andy silently mused.

Shouldering his duffel (the "kink bag" Traci called it) he approached the door and saw it was slightly ajar. Pushing into the cabin his eyes took a minute to adjust to the relative darkness, but he could see the cabin was a single, large room. The sitting area and sofa on the right were separated from the sleeping area only by a large set of folding panels extending halfway across the cabin.

"Hi Andy!" Traci called from the small galley kitchen area to the left. "How's my handsome man?!" she cooed as she came and hugged Andy. He felt her warm body pressing against his, her arms encircling him, her breasts against his chest. Her lips opened like a flower, as he kissed her deeply, tongues darting in and out. Andy dropped the duffel bag to the floor, where it gave a satisfying thud on the dark wooden planks of the cabin floor.

"Hey there baby girl!" Andy answered once the trance of their kiss had been broken. "How's my sexy lady?"

"Oh, I'm doing much better now that you're here. Actually, I just got here a few minutes before you. I took a wrong turn going through that little town. What's it called? Titusville? But there was a silver lining to the wrong turn. I passed a little bakery, so I stopped and bought us some pecan rolls for breakfast tomorrow," she explained.

Their bodies still touching, her head on his chest, Traci fell silent. Andy's arms were wrapped around her shoulders, and he could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, could feel her relaxation begin. She softened, her body losing any tension she'd been carrying.

Andy pulled her even closer, his mouth near her ear as he cupped the back of her head in one hand, his other around her waist. "I love you and I missed you, honey, and I want you in my arms. But right now there is only one place I need you," Andy said as he began to gently press down on her shoulders now with both hands. A flash of nervous excitement raced down Traci's spine, settling in her pussy. Understanding his meaning, Traci sank to her knees, eyes gazing upwards, with her hands behind her head as required as a hungry look crept onto her face.

Unzipping his jeans, and lacking underwear, Andy's cock popped immediately into Traci's view. Her hungry look increased, but still she did not move. She would not until commanded.

"May I?" she asked.

"May you what?" he responded.

"May I have your cock in my mouth?" The note of hunger increased.

"Not yet," came his reply. "You have not begged properly, my sweet." Her eyes flickered downward.

Andy pulled Traci's face into his groin, but she kept her hands behind her head. Instinctively she opened her mouth and began kissing and sucking his balls, licking in the crevices, but being careful not to put her mouth on his cock. Andy could feel her wet tongue massaging his balls, her warmth spreading through him, as his cock hardened.

"Please, Andy, can I please have your cock? Pretty please!" she pleaded between kisses and swipes with her tongue.

"Louder," he commanded.

"Please let me suck your cock! I need you. I need to taste you!" she responded between using her tongue on his balls, increasing the volume of her voice a bit, but it was not enough.

"I said louder! I want them to hear it in Titusville!" commanded Andy.

Traci pulled her head back and shouted, "PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK! PLEASE FUCK MY FACE!" becoming red-faced at having to loudly declare what she wanted and how she wanted to be used--even though there was no audience to hear. For Traci the simple act of admitting out loud, in front of Andy, her most erotic desires or fantasies was slightly humiliating and yet deeply arousing. She knew Andy was aware of this, which made her all the more aroused at being made to yell it out, being forced to admit and own--it felt like to the whole world--that she desperately wanted to be fucked however Andy wished, and that he owned her.

Traci felt the wetness in her pussy as it began to soak her panties. She knew it wouldn't be long before her panties were a sopping mess.

"Arms down, love," Andy commanded.

Andy looked down as he held Traci's head in his hands, then slowly guided Traci's mouth to the tip of his cock. Traci's tongue darted out, tasting the familiar salty-sweet taste of pre-cum. She licked her lips, spreading his taste as widely as she could. She opened her mouth as Andy slowly pushed his cock in, murmuring her thanks for being allowed to hold his cock in her mouth, to provide him pleasure. She was lost in the moment of serving the cock of the man she loved.

Andy loved the intense warmth of Traci's mouth on his cock. He felt the tip hitting the back of Traci's throat--she had learned not to gag at all--and the tickle of her nose against his shaved pubic bone. Traci murmured between thrusts as Andy rhythmically pulled head her back and then slowly forward as he told her exactly how it felt.

"Traci...baby girl...you are such a good girl! You are MY good girl, and you are so wonderful at sucking my cock," he praised. "You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now," he continued, "with your mouth open wide and my cock in your throat!" Hearing this, Traci felt such pride that she could bring this pleasure to Andy. The feeling was so intense, and her panties so soaked by now, that Traci came in a rush, her orgasm coursing through her, beginning in her pussy and running straight to her brain. She shuddered, and Andy felt her pleasure wrack her body--she was the only woman he had even known who could cum without touching her pussy.

Her orgasm subsiding, Traci paused for a second then began again her work on Andy's cock. After less than a minute, though, Andy pulled her head off his cock, stood her up, and kissed her deeply. She knew he loved the taste of himself in her mouth, on her eager tongue. They hugged. She was braless, and Andy could feel her nipples hard against his chest.

Catching her breath, Traci again leaned into Andy's chest as they both listened to the two beating hearts, alone in the stillness of the remote cabin. "Take off your clothes," said Andy. Traci shimmied out of her thin cotton summer dress, letting the flowery fabric puddle at her feet in bouquet of colour, then pulled her panties down. Stepping out of the dress and panties on the floor, Andy took her by the hand. Traci expected him to lead her to the bed, or maybe to the couch, but she was mistaken.

"What? What are you doing?!" she protested as Andy led her to the door of the cabin and out onto the front porch. A swing bench, suspended from the ceiling of the porch, swayed in the gentle summer breeze. Andy led her to the bench.

"Please sit, my love. We are alone, no one for miles. Now, please scoot closer to the edge." Traci did as instructed as Andy sat down on the smooth wooden planks of the porch floor, directly in front of Traci, putting his face at the level of her pussy. He scooted close, parting her legs, her glistening pussy shining like a jewel, pulsing with desire. Pushing her legs further apart, he began to kiss inside her thighs, licking next to her pussy, around, above, but avoiding directly invading her. Traci began to moan, her legs quivering in anticipation of what she knew was to come.

Gently, Andy then parted her lips with his tongue, flicking upwards on her clit. Traci gasped and shuddered as she felt his warm breath on her pussy lips. Andy worked his tongue and lips in a rhythm of pleasure for her, alternately sucking in her clit and then pressing against it with his tongue. She could feel an orgasm building, but it had not arrived. She wanted everything to just continue, to sail on the waves of intense pleasure radiating upwards from her pussy while Andy licked, sucked, and kissed her pussy into oblivion. The intensity was slowly building when suddenly Andy thrust his middle two fingers deeply into her, curling them against the front wall of her pussy, exactly where she loved it. The sexual intensity was no longer slowly building--it shot straight to the sky, and Traci arched her back as a massive orgasm washed over her like a powerful wave at the beach, tossing and jerking her body in ways she could not control. A loud wail of pleasure escaped her mouth as she came, her body and mind at the mercy of the orgasm.

Slowly her orgasm subsided, and Traci was finally able to open her eyes and regain the power of speech. She smiled down at Andy, rubbed his head, now leaning against the inside of her right thigh, and felt gratitude for how well he ate her. She also felt pride in being able to cum so forcefully, to cum so completely, that Andy's face was glistening--not with sweat, but with a mixture of her juices and her squirting as she came. Leaning down, she pulled his head up slightly and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself on his lips just as he had tasted himself on hers not long ago.

Catching their breaths, they both stood. "Honey, please grab the blanket I saw over the back of one of the chairs and bring it out here," said Andy. Traci obliged, padded into the cabin and soon emerged, blanket in hand, breasts swaying, nipples still slightly erect.

Andy took the blanket and stepped off the porch onto the strip of grass that served as the narrow front lawn of the cabin, though there was only about 5 feet of grass between the porch and the small gravel parking area, so calling it a "lawn" was perhaps stretching it. "With the trees so close, not much sun must get here," thought Andy. "But this will do."

Spreading the blanket on the grass, he beckoned Traci to come out, fully nude, into the sunlight. She looked around, as if to check there were no observers, even though they were miles from the closest house. The dense forest blocked out most sound, and as Andy shucked his clothes and lay back on the blanket, it was as if the world was far away.

Andy lay on his back in the narrow strip of sunshine, where his cock immediately grabbed Traci's attention. The cock she loved. Loved to kiss. To suck. To fuck. Sometimes just to hold in her hand. Often she would playfully ask, "Whose cock is this, again?" and she would wait for Andy to reply, "Yours, my love. Always yours." Often Andy would then then ask, "Whose pussy is this?" getting the same reply. It was a game they played to show their love and ownership of each other, including each other's body.

Satisfied no one was watching, Traci grew bolder and descended the few steps from the porch to the strip of grass and sunshine. She knew exactly what he wanted. On her knees, straddling Andy, Traci positioned herself directly over Andy's magnificent cock. She looked into his eyes as she reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock against the opening of her pussy. She smiled as she gently lowered herself onto him, feeling him expand her innermost place of pleasure. She settled on him and began slowly rocking back and forth. At times she would partly lift herself off him, only to drop back down, once again impaling herself on his cock.

Andy sucked in a breath as Traci settled on him, feeling the warmth of her pussy enveloping him, feeling loved. Lying beneath her he watched as she sat upright, rolling her nipples between her fingers, eyes now half closed. This was heaven.

In the world of orgasms, Traci was an anomaly; she could cum more forcefully and far more frequently than any woman Andy had even known, or at least the opportunity to fuck. She sometimes said she'd "won the orgasm lottery," and Andy saw no reason to disagree. Suddenly Traci lurched forward as another orgasm spread through, enveloping her pussy and ass.

Her orgasm subsiding, "Now it's my turn!" said Andy, as he rolled them both over. Now on her back, legs apart, Traci felt the full weight of Andy's body as he pumped into her while cradling her head, kissing her, his tongue twisting in her mouth as she kissed him back forcefully. With steady motions Andy thrust then withdrew almost all the way, keeping just the tip of his cock in her, then rammed into her once again. The pleasure was intense for them both, most especially that brief moment of anticipation just before Andy's cock ramming deeply into Traci's pussy yet again.

Traci could tell Andy was getting close to his first orgasm as he picked up the pace. She saw his face twist in pleasure, felt his body stiffen, and finally felt the warms jets of his cum, deep inside her. "Fuck me! Fill me up!" she moaned as she pulled him close, closer than ever, and savored the pleasure of her fiancé on top of her, cumming deep inside her. After a moment of catching their breaths came the feeling of their combined wetness drip down, coating the crack of her ass as the sun shone down on them in the still forest summer air.

But after just a minute, Traci realized things were not as still as she'd thought. Caught up in the sexual tension and release, she hadn't noticed the sound of an arriving vehicle, currently out of sight but no doubt soon arriving at the cabin within seconds. With a slight note of anxiety in her voice, Traci said, "Someone's coming! We need to get up!" but still lying pinned beneath Andy with his cock still inside her, she couldn't easily move.

"Why isn't Andy moving?" thought Traci in a mild feeling of panic. Indeed, Andy seemed quite unconcerned about the sound of a rapidly approaching car--strange, considering they were deep in the woods, both naked on a blanket and clearly are, or had recently been, fucking.

"Don't worry, my love," said Andy just as a dusty red pickup rounded the final turn in the forest and rolled up behind Traci's SUV. All the while, Andy remained where he was, keeping Traci pinned where she was beneath him. Looking up, Andy shouted a greeting to the man who climbed out and stood grinning between the vehicles, taking in the sight of two naked bodies, one sprawled atop the other on the blanket.

"Hey Drew! Welcome to Sherwood Forest!" shouted Andy.

Clearly this was something Andy was expecting, so though she was still a bit apprehensive, Traci exhaled a tiny bit. She knew Drew a little, having met him when watching Andy at muay Thai training several times, and once they had all gone out for a drink and watch the MMA fights at a bar. She knew Drew was athletic, good looking, and like Andy was lanky but with muscles defined by martial arts training, but she didn't know much else about him.

"Well, well! I see some fucking is going on here!" said Drew as he slowly approached the blanket. "I hope it was good for everyone!" Traci was five percent embarrassed, but clearly this was something Andy was in on, so she figured it was probably going to be ok.

Andy pulled himself from Traci, stood, then reached down to take her hand and pull her to her feet. It was a sight--a naked man and woman, standing on a blanket outside a forest cabin, talking with a fully clothed man like they were discussing the weather or what to eat for dinner. It made Traci's head swim a bit, but she steadied herself, knowing that Andy was involved--likely orchestrated everything--and knowing that no matter what, Andy would take care of her.

"Yeah, just doing some outdoor fucking before you got here," responded Andy. "It was pretty good, yeah, but let's head inside before someone's backside gets sunburned," he continued. The three of them turned and walked towards the cabin door.

"Do you mind telling me exactly what he's doing here?!" whispered Traci in Andy's ear, though she knew Drew would be able to hear.

"Oh, Drew and I were talking about this weekend, and when I told him I was going to be away at a cabin with you, doing as much rest, relaxation, and fucking as possible...well, he just seemed jealous. So I suggested he pay us a visit," replied Andy. His tone was just as simple and plain as if he'd been describing how to turn on the oven. It was like there was no big deal.

Traci had been in several threesomes with Andy before, and had been in at least one orgy without him, so the idea of being seen whilst having sex wasn't wildly alarming to her. And besides, Drew was cute, so maybe this was going to be a good thing!

They walked into the cabin, where Andy and Traci sat on the couch while Drew sat in a chair across the coffee table from them.

"How was the drive?" asked Andy.

"Fine. GPS sure helped get here, though," replied Drew. "Still, it was a nice pull up and see you two going at it like that!"

"Oh, we'd just finished," said Andy. "I needed to keep her from running off once I heard you approaching, though!" Traci blushed slightly.

"Damn right, goofball!" retorted Traci, playfully smacking Andy's thigh. "If you'd told me Drew was coming, I could at least have been prepared!" she said, but she was smiling as she said it.

"It got me all riled up, though," said Drew, doing his best attempt at a sultry voice. They all three laughed at the attempt.

"We could probably relieve some of that tension for you," replied Andy. "What do you say to a blowjob and maybe some fucking?"

"I'd say exactly what you think I'd say to an offer like that!" retorted Drew, as he stood up and came around the coffee table, unbuckling his belt as he did. Traci licked her lips, sensing the opportunity to have another cock in her mouth, but she was surprised when Drew stopped in front of Andy and continued to unzip his pants. Andy helped pull down Drew's shorts, revealing what Traci felt to be an absolutely lovely cock, smooth, shaved, about the same size as Andy's.

Traci sat mesmerized as she watched Andy begin to lick up and down Drew's cock while cupping Drew's balls in one hand. Traci knew Andy was bisexual, and they had enjoyed some MMF threesomes, but she hadn't known Drew was on the same team.

"This is going to be fun to watch!" thought Traci, feeling growing excitement in the two men as well as in her own pussy.

Andy slid forward off the couch, slightly pushing Drew back, and knelt in front of Drew, his mouth at exactly cock level. Traci could see every detail, from Drew's pulsating cock to Andy's moist tongue beginning to caress Drew's shaft, and she felt a familiar tingle in her nether regions.

Andy began to suck Drew's cock, taking in as much as he could. He wasn't as adept at sucking cock as Traci, so a few times he had to fight back the gag reflex. It was something he'd wanted to work on, to slowly abolish, so that he could suck cock like a champ, but he wasn't there yet. "More practice!" Traci always said.

A faint moan escaped Drew's lips as he moved back and forth, pushing himself in and out of Andy's mouth. Meanwhile, Andy made grunting noises of approval as Drew's cock thrust in as Andy gripped the base of Drew's cock. The whole scene was too much for Traci and her hand flew down to her crotch of its own accord. She was hardly aware she'd started to finger herself as she watched her fiancé suck another man's cock.

"I need to slow down," said Drew suddenly. "You're trying to make me cum! If I do, it'll be a little bit before I can do any fucking, and I feel like a need some fucking right now."

Traci thought, "Now's my turn! I get that lovely cock inside me at last!" but once again she was surprised. Her jaw dropped as Andy stood up, turned around, and knelt on the couch, his ass now towards Drew, who had reached down and pulled a packet of lube from his jeans which lay crumpled on the floor. Drew took off his t-shirt, and now both muscular, toned men were buck naked. Drew lubed up his cock and dripped the extra lube in the crack of Andy's ass.