NOTE: Thanks to Mike for editing and proofreading! This is part one of a two part orgy out in the swamp. If you enjoyed part one, keep an eye out for part two next week. Thank YOU for reading!
PART 1- The Cabin In The Woods
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The last time Damien had visited the weathered log cabin out in the swamp was when he went with his stepfather on a hunting trip as a kid. His real dad didn't ever bother taking him out for any sort of bonding experience, but his stepfather earned the title of 'Dad' whether that was his goal or not.
His stepfather had just passed away in the midst of a tornado of positive progress that Damien had been so swept up in he didn't realize how dire his stepfather's condition was until he received the call that he had passed away. The news came only a few days after he proposed to his girlfriend of two years, Madeleine, who accepted, and a month after he received the partnership promotion at his firm he had been working so hard for for years.
Neither accomplishment would make it to his Dad's ears before he succumbed to stomach cancer, something he had been battling for longer than Damien realized. Damien felt so guilty and detached.
Of all the optimism that had propelled him forward, the news of his death pushed him down the rungs of the emotional ladder much more quickly than it took him to climb up to a state of elation.
He booked the flight as soon as he received the news about the funeral and thought to check and see if the cabin they had rented when he was a little boy was even still standing.
To his surprise, it had been renovated and restored, listed as an Airbnb by a new owner and was free for him to rent for the last three days he had in Florida. Madeline was a flight attendant and was starting a European tour, so Damien booked the stay at the cabin as his own private vacation. She knew he was down south in Florida for the funeral, but she had no idea about the cabin side trip. Damien didn't see any reason to tell her, either. As a lawyer, he was good at keeping his various lives separate from each other, and his private life he intentionally maintained as private.
Besides,
he thought,
it's not like I'm staying at a Miami Beach Resort.
Damien did not think Madeline would enjoy the cabin, 50 miles away from the nearest town, stand alone except for other cabins, Hunter's lodges, ranches, and farms scattered throughout the rural swampland just outside of Juniper Springs. She was a city girl that enjoyed city life. Really, so was he, but the cabin brought back fond memories of his childhood that only he would appreciate.
Damien parked his rental truck alongside of the cabin and began to unload his luggage when he saw the screen door open and a young woman stepped out of the cabin. He couldn't help but stare. She was petite but rugged with a voluptuousness that was the exact opposite of Madeline's lean, sculpted physique. Her long dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun with wisps that framed her naturally tan face, wearing cut off jean shorts that hugged her hips and accented her perfectly rounded ass cheeks.
A loose flannel shirt hid the rest, but his imagination could easily fill in the blanks. She was naturally sunkissed with striking blue eyes, a far cry from the old woman he remembered as their landlord from when he was a kid.
*Howdy, I'm Venus, but everyone calls me Vee. You must be Damien?"
The girl walked toward him, extending a tiny hand for him to shake with naturally long manicured fingernails. Damien reached out to place his hand in hers, and nodded, a bit confused. When he booked the cabin, he swore that he was dealing with a Rex Roy. As if she read his mind, Vee answered him.
"My husband, Rex, sent me out here to greet ya. He's been real busy since the last hurricane came ripping through here, digging out trenches and repairing fences. Our ranch is just ten miles east of here,"
"Nice to meet you, Vee. Never thought I would meet the incarnation of the Goddess of love and beauty,"
"Is that your way of flirtin' with me? I'm just playin. My husband would kill ya. My parents weren't fans of giving their kids common names. I'm Venus, my sister is Persephone, and my brother is Apollo,"
"That's unique. I love it. Did you happen to know the elderly woman that owned this cabin twenty years ago?"
"Mmhm, that would be Rex"s great great grandmama, Corina. The property has been in their family since before I met him,"
While they chatted, Vee had grabbed some of Damien's luggage and had begun to carry it to the front door. Damien's eyes drifted to her swaying hips and how the cheeks of her ass seemed to defy gravity in the tiny pair of shorts she was wearing. Damien knew he shouldn't be looking and cursed himself, but damn if Vee's mother hadn't named her appropriately. He followed her inside and placed his bags next to where she had sat the ones she had carried in, both of them walking back out to the truck to get the last of them together.
"Your husband a farmer?"
"No sir, my husband is a hunter, a good one too. He leads hunting groups around these woods, guided hunting trips. Lots of rich folk like yourself comin down here from the city looking to get themselves a little trophy."
Vee dropped the last bag in the foyer of the small cabin and turned to Damien. A smile played on her plump, glossed, pink lips.
"Is that you, city boy? Come to find yourself a trophy?"
Damien's eyes widened, following the trail of Vee's index finger and the long nail that now brazenly teased his chest. Vee stared up at him innocently, as if she wasn't playing a dangerous game. Damien couldn't believe what was happening. He could feel his face getting hot and sweat beading along his hairline. He had never been a cheater or a player. He had never been actively seduced or pursued by an aggressive female before, either.
Damien gently took her hand in his and lowered it, Vee was resistant and her fingers curled around his palm. Damien looked her in the eye and said sternly,
