Joanna's Cabin

I awoke feeling warm sun on my face. I looked over to see the time on my bedside clock but it wasn't there. I wondered where I was, for a second. Oh yeah, I'm at a cabin. Joanna's cabin. Oh…I remembered the rest of it, what I had done last night.

The smell of fresh coffee coming through the door is what finally got me up.

Joanna was sitting at the table in her terrycloth robe, sipping coffee from a mug. The Sunday morning newspaper was spread open on the table.

"Morning, Sunshine," she said, smiling. "Come here and give us a kiss."

I kissed her and said "where did you get the paper already?"

"Billy has it delivered to his cabin. His place is about a hundred yards west of here," she said. "Had to fuck him to get it though," she added, laughing.

"That coffee smells great."

"You can have some later. Right now I want you to sit on the floor under the table and eat me out while I read the paper."

"What?"

"What didn't you understand?" she said. "I need my cunt licked and sucked on, right now. So get busy."

As I got down on my knees and walked under the table, she slid to the front of her chair, raised her robe to her waist, and spread her legs wide apart. I could see at once that see she had told the truth about how she got the newspaper. Her labia were distended, as though they had been recently battered, and were covered with a thick, clear layer that I assumed was semen. I tried to get away with just licking her clitoris but she made me suck her lips into my mouth, too, and put my lips to her vaginal canal and suck the thick paste from it.

It took about 15 minutes before she decided that her pussy and asshole were clean enough for me to take a break. I was then allowed to sit at the table and have some coffee.

"Don't worry about eating Billy's come. I've known him for years and he wouldn't touch me f he had any diseases," she told me. "He's a very decent man, as you'll see for yourself when he comes to get his newspaper back."

"He's coming here?"

"Yes, in a little while. He'll probably bring his fishing buddy, too."

"Well…can I get my clothes out of the car?"

"What for?"

"I'm naked, Joanna!"

"Yes, I know. Men like to look at naked women, though. So you'll be here, and you'll be naked, and they will see you and look at you. In all your naked glory. I want you to answer the door when they get here, and I don't want you to make any attempt to cover yourself at any time, do you understand me?"

"…Yes."

"Good girl. Now go make some toast and eggs for us."

As I made our breakfast, I couldn't help but think about having men come to the cabin and look at my naked body. I wasn't ashamed of my body, but I had never had the slightest interest in displaying it or anything. It's a private thing, is all.

While we were eating, Joanna suddenly said to me, "Are you a slut?"

"No," I answered.

"I think you're a slut. Now, are you a slut?"

I didn't want to be argumentative or say something that might anger her. I said what I figured she wanted to hear.

"Yes."

"When I ask you a question like that, repeat the question in your answer. Now, are you a slut or not?"

"Yes, I'm a slut."

"That's what I thought."

The tension of waiting for men to come into the cabin and see me naked became almost unbearable as the morning wore on. What was difficult for me to admit was that although I expected to be embarrassed, there was something intensely erotic about the idea of being displayed for strangers. Just being a thing, that Joanna would show to someone else. The thought of it turned me on, in spite of myself.

When the knock came at the cabin door I nearly feinted. Joanna just gestured toward the door. "Be nice and friendly, now," she cautioned. I put my hand on the door latch and took a deep breath. I turned the latch and pushed the door open.

I made myself smile. "Hi guys," I said. "Come on in."

Billy was quite good looking, about mid-forties, tall, with black hair and mustache. The other man was very young, not more than 19 or 20, with a crew cut and freckles.

"Billy, Jeb, this is Rachel. She's a nudist," Joanna said.

"Well, I can believe that," Billy said, looking me up and down with a big grin on his face as I stood naked in front of them. "What do you think, Jeb?"

Jeb's eyes were more or less riveted on my crotch.

"Awesome," he said.

I knew my face was flushed. I could feel that. What I hoped was that no one would notice how wet I was becoming. I could feel my labia widening as they filled with blood, and could feel the dampness building.

Joanna invited the visitors to sit down on the sofa, and told me to bring the wooden stool and place it in front of the fireplace, and to sit there. Joanna then sat on the edge of the sofa. I was now sitting on a stool directly in front of all three of them.

"Well, don't be modest, Rachel," Joanna said, "show the boys your cunt."

Somehow her words just didn't register right in my mind.

"What did you say?"

"Rachel," she said, "are you a slut?"

The words did not come easily. "Yes, I'm a slut."

"Good. Now lean back and spread your legs as wide as you can and give us all a good look at your cunt."

I did as she said. I couldn't believe I was doing something so obscene. I couldn't help but look at their faces as they leaned forward for a closer look, and the excitement in the men's faces turned me on. I admit it. I was sure they could smell it, by then.

For a long while I just sat motionless, my hands gripping the edge of the stool behind me, my legs splayed wide open, displaying my most intimate place to these strangers.

Joanna rose and knelt behind me. "Don't move, Rachel," she said. She reached her arms around mine and began squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples. I couldn't tell you what was making me hotter, having her touch me like that or seeing these men watch her touch me. I was starting to breath hard, I couldn't help it. This was driving me nuts.

"Poor Rachel is very horny, as you can see by how wet and swollen her pussy has become. Rachel, you're quite horny, aren't you?"

"Yes!" I gasped, a little too loud. I calmed myself a little. "…Yes, I'm very horny."

She moved her hands down my belly and brought them to rest on the very tops of my thighs. She squeezed my thighs and rubbed her fingers around, almost touching my pussy, but not quite. She pulled my lips apart by pressing the skin of my thighs, and I moaned. I couldn't help it. It felt like electricity was shooting through her fingers into my crotch.

"You'd like to come, wouldn't you? You need to come, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I could jerk you off with my fingers right now. I'm sure the boys would like to watch you come. Should I do that?"

"Yes!" I had never been so horny in my life. I was vibrating. I was panting. If I didn't have an orgasm soon I was going to die!

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, jerk me off, please. Let me come—let the boys watch me come. I want them to see me come! Please, Joanna!"

She reached into my pussy and grabbed some lip in each hand and pulled them away, splaying open my vagina. I looked down and saw my swollen clitoris standing erect, fully out of its hood.

"What a nice big clit you have, Rachel! One thing we have to settle first, though. Do you know what a cock tease is?"

"What?…Yes."

"No one likes a cock tease. Now you walk around here naked in front of these men, and show them your cunt and all, that's being a tease, isn't it? If you tease their cocks, you have to take care of their cocks, that's my rule. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ok. They can fuck me if they want to."

"No, you're not getting laid. Not this weekend."

"Joanna, please…what do you want me to say?" I was on the edge of madness.

"Tell me how you plan to satisfy their cocks!"

"I'll jack them off if you want me to."

"Nope, that won't do either. Not friendly enough."

"Do you want me to suck their cocks?"

"What do you want to do, Rachel?"

"Yes, I'll suck them off, I want to suck their cocks!"

"Will you suck them until they come in your mouth?"

"Yes! I'll suck them till they come!"

"Good girl," she said, and let go of my lips.

"Now I want you to look at the boys, and I want you to say 'keep jerking my cunt' over and over, ok?"

"Yes, keep jerking my cunt."

She put one finger on my clitoris and I almost screamed it felt so good. But then she pulled it away. I looked down between my legs and then at her. It took me a few seconds to piece it together. Then I looked the boys, who had leaned in even closer and were only a foot from my open crotch, and said "Keep jerking my cunt." Her finger leapt back to my clitoris.

As long as I continued to say that one phrase over and over, she kept massaging my clitoris. I had to keep begging her to jerk me off and saying the word 'cunt' which I have always hated saying.

"Keep jerking my cunt. Keep jerking my cunt. Keep jerking my cunt."

It didn't take very long, I was so worked up to begin with. She used only one finger on me, I guess so as not to obscure the view of my vagina. The juices poured out of me and pooled on the wooden stool and ran onto the floor in front of the stool. When I came I cried out and my hips bucked forward over and over in a long spasm and juices squirted out of me. It was about four times more intense than any orgasm I had ever had in my life. I didn't even know it was possible to come that hard. I almost passed out, afterward.

Joanna raised me to my feet and walked me into the bedroom with her arm around me. She sat me on the bed and hugged me for a minute. She said I should rest for a bit, and then rejoin the group. My first task would be to fulfill my promises about the cocks in the other room that needed sucking. I was to take first Billy, and then Jeb, into the bedroom and suck them off and not spill any. Then I was to go to her and open my mouth wide to show her that it was full of come. When she said it was ok, I could swallow it.

Taking care of the two guys was probably the easiest thing I had done all day, although I had never let a man come in my mouth before. Holding the load in there until Joanna decided I could swallow it wasn't easy. You taste it real good when you hold it like that.

After they left, Joanna let me get my bag out of the car and get dressed again. We had to get back to the city, after all.

She said "Come here, I want to show you a few things." First she showed me the video camera above the fireplace. The wires weren't connected to anything. The other camera wasn't connected to anything either. She unlocked the small bedroom door and then the closet door. There was linen in the closet.

"Oops," she said, "I guess there wasn't any video tape after all."

"You're a sick woman, Joanna."

"Am I? Tell you what, you think about everything that happened here this weekend. Think about it real good. And when you're ready to spend another weekend at my cabin, you let me know."