The Secluded Cabin (part two)
After my encounter with the b0y and g!rl in the Cabin, I was very eager to go back and meet more people who were liked-minded. I was young and obsessed with sex, always eager to experience more pleasure. But I was somewhat shy and nervous about my body. I’ve never been a muscle-bound stud. What I do have is a pretty good-sized cock, around 9 inches when I’ve got a full, raging hard-on. But nobody can see that when I’m fully dressed and no one guesses that I’m packing a big gun. I probably look like a boring nerd.
And I guess I am. But I’m a nerd who loves porn. From the day I turned 18, I started visiting adult bookstores and buying magazines and videos. I’d take them home and masturbate to them all night long, amazed to see beautiful people who seemed to love sex as much as I did.
So when I found that people met at the secluded cabin to have sex and express themselves, I was amazed and overjoyed. From the way the place was decorated, it looked like a hedonist’s wet dream. There were pages from magazines, both soft- and hardcore, covering all the walls. People fucking. People sucking. Beautiful naked woman posing and smiling at the camera, daring me to look and enjoy them. Just thinking about it got my cock hard while walking up the path to the front door.
I walked in, and the place was empty.
Friday evening, when I expected a lot of activity, and there was no one there. Well, that was not entirely true. As far as I was concerned, there was an orgy going on in there, but it was decorating the walls and in all the magazines piled up around the place. I could still have fun. You know?
I started looking through the magazines, looking for something to spark my interest. If there was any drawback to the cabin, it was that it catered to all interests. So there were big tit magazines, foot fetish magazines, gay magazines — all things that didn’t particularly arouse me. The last time I had been here, I’d shared a tw3lve year old g!rl with an older boy and it had been a transformative experience. What I was looking for was an issue of L0l!ta magazine, or Pr3-t33n Pussy, or something to whack off to.
But then I noticed that one wall had recently been redecorated. Whereas the rest of the place was covered with pages torn from magazines, this wall was beautiful, glossy 8x10 inch color photos, professionally printed. And they were all of a beautiful, raven-haired g!rl of no more than t3n years. They were taken inside the cabin, and they seemed to run in sequence order from the upper left to the right, and down, getting dirtier all the way.
The first photo showed an ordinary (but gorgeous) sch00l girl in her sch00l uniform, a heavy book bag at her feet. Then she started to strip, all the while smiling at the camera and having fun.
My cock swelled. I unzipped my pants and got it out. I stroked the head, enjoying the sight of her legs in stockings, a flash of panties, and her bare, flat chest as she opened her blouse to the photographer.
I moaned, my cock rigid with excitement. This was what I lived for: to reach this state and prolong it as long as possible. I loved being balls deep in a woman, or hard in my hand. It all felt so —
“Do you like them?” someone asked.
I spun around and nearly fell down. There was a g!rl standing inside the open front door, watching me.
“It’s okay. Daddy and I just put them up. We snuck out when we heard you coming. We wanted to see if you’d notice them.” She looked at my massive erection and giggled. “I guess you did.”
I realized that she was the girl in the photos, just as luscious in the flesh as she was in print.
“Do you like them?” she asked, stepping closer. “Do you like what you see?”
My cock answered for me, and I was rigid once again.
“Don’t let me stop you. Go on.”
I stood, my cock jutting out obscenely from my pants.
“Oh my,” she said, “you must have been in an awful hurry. You didn’t even take your clothes off.”
I finally found my voice. “I like to take my time, it’s too nice a job to rush. I like the way my cock feels in my hand.”
“Show me.”
I wrapped my hand around my pride and slowly jerked it. For her. For this pint-s!zed angel.
“Take your clothes off,” she commanded, and I obeyed. I stood before her, naked and aroused and unashamed. “Look at my dirty pictures. Tell me what you see.”
I turned back to the wall and looked at the first picture of her in her uniform. As I described her strip tease, she began removing her clothes. By the photo where she was slipping off her panties and completely naked, the girl standing next to me was doing the same.
“So beautiful,” I said. “She’s an angel, so sexy and free.”
Then I looked at the photo below that. The g!rl was on her knees, a man standing next to her, and she held the head of his prick in her mouth.
“Oh god,” I moaned. It was a dream come true. The next photo was a close-up. Just her pretty face and that long, hard cock.
“Oh baby, you’re so good. Suck that cock.” I stroked myself, enjoying the sight of a pr3-t33n girl Hoovering a grown man’s fuckstick. I slapped my hard cock against the photo. I absolutely love l!ttle g!rls who give head.
Around that time, I became aware that there was a man outside peeking through the open window. From the sound of him, that steady, insistent “fap fap fap” of a man pounding his cock, he was enjoying the show as well.
I turned back to the wall to continue the story, to see where it led. To a satisfying conclusion, I hoped. The next photo showed her bent over the couch, the man behind her cupping her tiny titties while he plowed her pussy.
“Oh god, you fuck too!” I said. I scooped up some of the pre-cum oozing out of my dick and put it in my mouth. My pre-cum is so sweet. “I love seeing g!rls like you fuck. I love seeing the man’s cock glistening with your pussy juice. It tells me that you love getting fucked. Your body can’t lie about something like that. You’re wet as hell, a little fuck toy.”
She was sitting on an easy chair now, legs spread. Her perfect pubic mound was absolutely bare. So pretty. A soft, bald pussy really drives me crazy. And she was dipping her fingers inside, working the moisture over her clit.
More photos: the g!rl on her back, the man on top of her. On her side, the man behind, sliding into her. He held her leg up so you could see his cock filling her love hole in all their glory. On her hands and knees getting plowed like a dog. All of it beautiful. Pornographic. It made my cock feel like a tower of power. I just hoped the story had a happy ending. If this beauty didn’t end up getting royally spermed, I was going to be disappointed.
“I’m getting so close!” she cried out. I walked over, scooped her up and carried her to the window where the voyeur was pounding off.
“Is this your daughter?” I demanded, looking down at him. He was a muscular fellow, fairly hairy, with a short, stubby cock.
“Yes,” he confessed.
“She’s a goddess. She’s amazing. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love her with all my heart.”
“Did you train her to love sex this much?”
“I tried my best.”
“Do you want to watch your daddy cum?” I asked her.
“Yes, I love to see him squirt, but he usually does it on my face so I never get the chance.”
That made my cock stir. Cumshots belong on g!rls’ faces—that I agreed with. I reached between her legs and felt the wet lips of her cunt. I kept my thumb inside her while I rubbed up to her clit with my free fingers and began massaging it. She gasped and ground her hips against my hand.
“Do it, daddy! Cum for me!”
“Cum for this goddess! Show her how much you love her.”
He groaned, working his fuckstick. “I love you, Kat!” he exclaimed, then growled like a bear as a streamer of hot jizz leapt from his prick and splashed the cabin wall. She started spasming, the sight of her dad’s pleasure sending her into ecstasy. I felt her pussy gripping my thumb over and over, powerful at first, then tapering off as her orgasm subsided. All the while, her dad’s cock was firing jizz in short bursts. When it was over, there was cream all over the head of his dick and running down his hand. And he kept stroking, mesmerized by the feeling. I knew it well. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his cock was so beautiful to me.
A blissful moment of rest, then I heard her sweet, high, voice: “What about you, mister?”
Yes, I hadn’t cum yet. And I intended to.
“Why don’t you come inside,” I said to Kat’s father, and they arranged themselves on the couch, a loving daughter wrapped in her dad’s strong arms. Both of them were stark naked, but it seemed so natural. They loved each other, and that’s all that really mattered.
“I want to finish your photo story,” I told them, stepping up to the wall and working my cock back to full attention. “I love porn, and I worship porn stars like you. You’re so beautiful and brave, letting strangers enjoy your beauty. Your sexual power. I love it so much!”
I was standing about two feet away from the wall, slightly angled so they could see my cock. I wanted so very much for them to see my orgasm and enjoy it the way I had enjoyed theirs. My eyes scanned the photos. Kat on her side getting dicked, Kat on her hands and knees. Then, something I hadn’t expected: another man entered the scene. Kat, sandwiched between them standing up, their cocks inserted into her holes. The look on her face suggested that this was a special thrill for her.
Then she was on her knees, sucking them both. Two beautiful cocks aimed at her face, which she jerked with all her might.
“Oh god,” I moaned, “are they gonna? Are they both gonna cum?!”
I heard Kat giggle as I shot my first rope and it splashed across the wall. Then: “Oh, look, daddy!” He said, “Fuck yes!”
I shot my second rope, hot and wet, all over the photos where the two studs let loose and began squirting on the l!ttle g!rl’s face and cheeks and lips and hair. It was so glorious, them cumming and I was cumming, rope after rope, never-ending taboo pleasure. Hot, hard, and intense. My gaze was locked on her sweet face as they decorated her with their lust. Droplets of sperm clung to her eyelashes. Thick ropes streaked her hair and cheeks. The look on her face was rapturous.
I must have shot a dozen full shots. My sperm was running down the wall and pooling at the base board. So much cum …
“I’m sorry,” I said collapsing into a chair, “but I seem to have made a mess of your lovely pictures.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kat’s dad said, “That’s what they’re for.”
Kat slinked over and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. “How’d you like to come back next week and do that on the real me?” she asked.
“You’ve got a date!”
And I guess I am. But I’m a nerd who loves porn. From the day I turned 18, I started visiting adult bookstores and buying magazines and videos. I’d take them home and masturbate to them all night long, amazed to see beautiful people who seemed to love sex as much as I did.
So when I found that people met at the secluded cabin to have sex and express themselves, I was amazed and overjoyed. From the way the place was decorated, it looked like a hedonist’s wet dream. There were pages from magazines, both soft- and hardcore, covering all the walls. People fucking. People sucking. Beautiful naked woman posing and smiling at the camera, daring me to look and enjoy them. Just thinking about it got my cock hard while walking up the path to the front door.
I walked in, and the place was empty.
Friday evening, when I expected a lot of activity, and there was no one there. Well, that was not entirely true. As far as I was concerned, there was an orgy going on in there, but it was decorating the walls and in all the magazines piled up around the place. I could still have fun. You know?
I started looking through the magazines, looking for something to spark my interest. If there was any drawback to the cabin, it was that it catered to all interests. So there were big tit magazines, foot fetish magazines, gay magazines — all things that didn’t particularly arouse me. The last time I had been here, I’d shared a tw3lve year old g!rl with an older boy and it had been a transformative experience. What I was looking for was an issue of L0l!ta magazine, or Pr3-t33n Pussy, or something to whack off to.
But then I noticed that one wall had recently been redecorated. Whereas the rest of the place was covered with pages torn from magazines, this wall was beautiful, glossy 8x10 inch color photos, professionally printed. And they were all of a beautiful, raven-haired g!rl of no more than t3n years. They were taken inside the cabin, and they seemed to run in sequence order from the upper left to the right, and down, getting dirtier all the way.
The first photo showed an ordinary (but gorgeous) sch00l girl in her sch00l uniform, a heavy book bag at her feet. Then she started to strip, all the while smiling at the camera and having fun.
My cock swelled. I unzipped my pants and got it out. I stroked the head, enjoying the sight of her legs in stockings, a flash of panties, and her bare, flat chest as she opened her blouse to the photographer.
I moaned, my cock rigid with excitement. This was what I lived for: to reach this state and prolong it as long as possible. I loved being balls deep in a woman, or hard in my hand. It all felt so —
“Do you like them?” someone asked.
I spun around and nearly fell down. There was a g!rl standing inside the open front door, watching me.
“It’s okay. Daddy and I just put them up. We snuck out when we heard you coming. We wanted to see if you’d notice them.” She looked at my massive erection and giggled. “I guess you did.”
I realized that she was the girl in the photos, just as luscious in the flesh as she was in print.
“Do you like them?” she asked, stepping closer. “Do you like what you see?”
My cock answered for me, and I was rigid once again.
“Don’t let me stop you. Go on.”
I stood, my cock jutting out obscenely from my pants.
“Oh my,” she said, “you must have been in an awful hurry. You didn’t even take your clothes off.”
I finally found my voice. “I like to take my time, it’s too nice a job to rush. I like the way my cock feels in my hand.”
“Show me.”
I wrapped my hand around my pride and slowly jerked it. For her. For this pint-s!zed angel.
“Take your clothes off,” she commanded, and I obeyed. I stood before her, naked and aroused and unashamed. “Look at my dirty pictures. Tell me what you see.”
I turned back to the wall and looked at the first picture of her in her uniform. As I described her strip tease, she began removing her clothes. By the photo where she was slipping off her panties and completely naked, the girl standing next to me was doing the same.
“So beautiful,” I said. “She’s an angel, so sexy and free.”
Then I looked at the photo below that. The g!rl was on her knees, a man standing next to her, and she held the head of his prick in her mouth.
“Oh god,” I moaned. It was a dream come true. The next photo was a close-up. Just her pretty face and that long, hard cock.
“Oh baby, you’re so good. Suck that cock.” I stroked myself, enjoying the sight of a pr3-t33n girl Hoovering a grown man’s fuckstick. I slapped my hard cock against the photo. I absolutely love l!ttle g!rls who give head.
Around that time, I became aware that there was a man outside peeking through the open window. From the sound of him, that steady, insistent “fap fap fap” of a man pounding his cock, he was enjoying the show as well.
I turned back to the wall to continue the story, to see where it led. To a satisfying conclusion, I hoped. The next photo showed her bent over the couch, the man behind her cupping her tiny titties while he plowed her pussy.
“Oh god, you fuck too!” I said. I scooped up some of the pre-cum oozing out of my dick and put it in my mouth. My pre-cum is so sweet. “I love seeing g!rls like you fuck. I love seeing the man’s cock glistening with your pussy juice. It tells me that you love getting fucked. Your body can’t lie about something like that. You’re wet as hell, a little fuck toy.”
She was sitting on an easy chair now, legs spread. Her perfect pubic mound was absolutely bare. So pretty. A soft, bald pussy really drives me crazy. And she was dipping her fingers inside, working the moisture over her clit.
More photos: the g!rl on her back, the man on top of her. On her side, the man behind, sliding into her. He held her leg up so you could see his cock filling her love hole in all their glory. On her hands and knees getting plowed like a dog. All of it beautiful. Pornographic. It made my cock feel like a tower of power. I just hoped the story had a happy ending. If this beauty didn’t end up getting royally spermed, I was going to be disappointed.
“I’m getting so close!” she cried out. I walked over, scooped her up and carried her to the window where the voyeur was pounding off.
“Is this your daughter?” I demanded, looking down at him. He was a muscular fellow, fairly hairy, with a short, stubby cock.
“Yes,” he confessed.
“She’s a goddess. She’s amazing. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love her with all my heart.”
“Did you train her to love sex this much?”
“I tried my best.”
“Do you want to watch your daddy cum?” I asked her.
“Yes, I love to see him squirt, but he usually does it on my face so I never get the chance.”
That made my cock stir. Cumshots belong on g!rls’ faces—that I agreed with. I reached between her legs and felt the wet lips of her cunt. I kept my thumb inside her while I rubbed up to her clit with my free fingers and began massaging it. She gasped and ground her hips against my hand.
“Do it, daddy! Cum for me!”
“Cum for this goddess! Show her how much you love her.”
He groaned, working his fuckstick. “I love you, Kat!” he exclaimed, then growled like a bear as a streamer of hot jizz leapt from his prick and splashed the cabin wall. She started spasming, the sight of her dad’s pleasure sending her into ecstasy. I felt her pussy gripping my thumb over and over, powerful at first, then tapering off as her orgasm subsided. All the while, her dad’s cock was firing jizz in short bursts. When it was over, there was cream all over the head of his dick and running down his hand. And he kept stroking, mesmerized by the feeling. I knew it well. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his cock was so beautiful to me.
A blissful moment of rest, then I heard her sweet, high, voice: “What about you, mister?”
Yes, I hadn’t cum yet. And I intended to.
“Why don’t you come inside,” I said to Kat’s father, and they arranged themselves on the couch, a loving daughter wrapped in her dad’s strong arms. Both of them were stark naked, but it seemed so natural. They loved each other, and that’s all that really mattered.
“I want to finish your photo story,” I told them, stepping up to the wall and working my cock back to full attention. “I love porn, and I worship porn stars like you. You’re so beautiful and brave, letting strangers enjoy your beauty. Your sexual power. I love it so much!”
I was standing about two feet away from the wall, slightly angled so they could see my cock. I wanted so very much for them to see my orgasm and enjoy it the way I had enjoyed theirs. My eyes scanned the photos. Kat on her side getting dicked, Kat on her hands and knees. Then, something I hadn’t expected: another man entered the scene. Kat, sandwiched between them standing up, their cocks inserted into her holes. The look on her face suggested that this was a special thrill for her.
Then she was on her knees, sucking them both. Two beautiful cocks aimed at her face, which she jerked with all her might.
“Oh god,” I moaned, “are they gonna? Are they both gonna cum?!”
I heard Kat giggle as I shot my first rope and it splashed across the wall. Then: “Oh, look, daddy!” He said, “Fuck yes!”
I shot my second rope, hot and wet, all over the photos where the two studs let loose and began squirting on the l!ttle g!rl’s face and cheeks and lips and hair. It was so glorious, them cumming and I was cumming, rope after rope, never-ending taboo pleasure. Hot, hard, and intense. My gaze was locked on her sweet face as they decorated her with their lust. Droplets of sperm clung to her eyelashes. Thick ropes streaked her hair and cheeks. The look on her face was rapturous.
I must have shot a dozen full shots. My sperm was running down the wall and pooling at the base board. So much cum …
“I’m sorry,” I said collapsing into a chair, “but I seem to have made a mess of your lovely pictures.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kat’s dad said, “That’s what they’re for.”
Kat slinked over and gave me a gentle kiss on my forehead. “How’d you like to come back next week and do that on the real me?” she asked.
“You’ve got a date!”
10ヶ月前
