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Cabin Fever
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TIFFANY STORY
The following story was written by a dear friend, my lover
and sexual soulmate. We are both professional writers. Years
ago, we began exchanging stories--xxx erotica she called them.
Two years ago, Tiffany (Not her real name) moved away with her
husband and two children. Slowly, we've lost touch. I'm left
with fabulous memories and these stories. She gave these stories
to me. We never intended to publish them; in fact, I'm quite
certain that she'd deny authorship.
I've decided to share these stories with you. They are
treasures that should be shared. I'm posed with a slight
problem, however. The stories were created on a Brother word
processor. So far, I've been unsuccessful in converting them to
DOS format. Until I solve this problem, I'm forced to manually
type them into my PC. As time permits, I'll try to post one a
week. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. I can't take
them to anyone, or mail them. I must do this alone. Protecting
Tiffany's anonymity is paramount. Don't bother asking for her
address.
Tiffany's stories pander to a combination of my tastes and
hers. They are fantasy, but much of Tiffany's work is more fact
than fiction. Few of her stories are complete. Like sex, they
build to an explosive climax and then simply fade away. Her
stories have one purpose: to induce an orgasm in the reader.
This is one-hand fiction. Pace yourself. Feel yourself being
drawn into the story. Save your climax until the very end. Cum
with Tiffany.
I should also add that she has done most of what she writes
about. Many of her characters are drawn from real life--some are
people she has encountered in her writing career. Keep in mind
that regardless of how bizarre her stories are, it probably
happened much like it was written--if not to her, then to someone
close to her. She is a remarkable woman, a sexual dynamo, and a
decent human being.
Enjoy!
Cabin Fever
By TIFFANY
My woman's intuition told me something bad would result from
this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to
commune with nature. Brenda didn't want to go. We had to
practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl,
however, my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out
into the remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the
plans. I went along like a good wife.
Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety
grew. No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn't
help. We weren't there thirty minutes when five armed men burst
in on us. They pushed Brent before them, bound and gaged. My
heart sank. I clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner.
We watched helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound
him in place.
After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a
leering grin. The others crowded around, snickering and
laughing. The man holding the pistol waved it casually while
addressing me. He said, "Lady, this ain't your day. You see, we
are bad desperados, and it looks like we'll be holed up here
together for a few days."
I pleaded, "Please don't hurt anyone."
"We don't plan to, but then that all depends on you. We
have to lay low for a few days. You see, we just robbed a bank.
If everybody stays cool and cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You
guys can go about your little vacation, and we'll move on. I'll
just say this once, though. If any of you tries anything, sneaks
off, or pisses us off, your old man gets a bullet right between
the eyes, understand?"
I nodded. He shouted, "I'm talking to all of you." We all
nodded. "Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a
little meeting. No talking."
We moved quickly and took seats. Brenda hugged me like a
second skin, trembling in fear. I tried to soothe her by placing
my arm around her and stroking her forehead. I worried about her
as I observed the men staring at her and laughing. My Brenda is
an absolute dream, a real beauty at sixteen. The lust in their
eyes was quite obvious.
As I studied the five men, something told me that they
weren't really dangerous. They acted the part, but it looked
like an act. I took some comfort in that; it's all I had to
cling to.
After a brief discussion, the tall leader came over and
said, "You're going to have to entertain us while we're here. If
we get bored, we get dangerous. Why don't you start by
unwrapping this gorgeous doll for us.
My heart stopped. I pleaded, "Please, don't touch my kids,
I beg you. Do what you want with me, but leave them alone."
"Get her up and strip the bitch, now!"
"Please, she's just a child."
He calmly walked over to Brent, put the gun to his head and
said, "You have five seconds to do what I told you."
Brent squinted and cringed. I leapt to my feet and dragged
Brenda to her feet. He said, "Put her in the center of the room
where we can all get a good look."
I pulled Brenda into place. She cowered and cried. I
cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I said,
"Look, we have no choice. You father's life is at stake. You
put aside your modesty. This will get much worse before it's
over, but it will get over if we hold together, understand?"
Brenda nodded weakly as the big guy shouted, "Stop the
gabbing and start the stripping." Brenda stood shaking as I
undid the buttons of her blouse. It felt so odd to be undressing
her. Unlike her brothers who cavort half naked half the time,
Brenda is very shy about her body. None of us ever saw her not
fully clothed. I sometimes go about in bra and panties, but not
Brenda.
I knew that Brent was taking this ordeal as a mixed
blessing. I knew he fantasized about Brenda. We both exchange
fantasies during lovemaking, and anything goes. We give each
other free license to fantasize. He hears me talk about men I'd
like to fuck, dogs I want to fuck, and women I want to go down
on. I hear him talk about Brenda, about me having sex with the
boys, and Brenda and I involved in an incestuous lesbian
relationship. We both know we're all talk. Neither of us has
the guts to actually do anything.
As I removed Brenda's blouse and uncovered her silky smooth
skin and dainty bra, I knew Brent must be secretly enjoying
himself. Impulsively, I moved behind Brenda to unveil her
breasts. I wanted to give Brent a good view of the unveiling;
but in doing so, I gave everybody a good view. While standing
behind her, peering over her shoulder, I noticed the twins
sitting forward, eyes bugged out, as eager as the men to see her
tits. My vagina responded to this bizarre situation. Though my
conscious mind rebelled, my pussy loved what I was about to do.
I reached around her with both arms and found the center
clasp. I worked it free with dramatic, sensuous slowness,
paused, then peeled back the cups. The room erupted in applause
and cheers. Phil and Carl were smiling. Brent's eyes stared
unabashedly. I peered down on her two beauties while whispering
in her ear, "Put your hands down, sweetheart. Stick out your
chest, be proud. Don't be ashamed."
Brenda let her arms go limp at her side. She stood a little
straighter. I marveled at her perfectly formed breasts and her
dark brown, quarter-sixed nipples, quivering with her sobs. I
continued to say encouraging words in her ear as I stood close
and ran my hands down her front to the snap of her shorts. Her
soft skin and clean, fresh, youthful scent caused a tingling
sensation to course through me.
I loved the feel of her tawny skin and after unsnapping and
unzipping her shorts, I slipped my hands inside to work them
down, dropping to one knee as I went lower. I felt along the
fronts of both legs while staring at the rear of her tender inner
thighs. I took longer than necessary removing her shorts. I
stayed to remove her sandals, studying the creamy texture of her
legs as I worked.
After freeing her of her sandals, I sat back on my heels to
take in the delicious sight of Brenda, standing in front of eight
males, wearing only panties, shivering like a trapped animal. I
cast my eyes around the room, wanting to sear the memory in my
mind--fuel for future fantasy. Calls to show pussy rang out. I
reached up and hooked my fingers into her panty waistband. With
dramatic pause, I eased them down, following the progress by
watching her white moons slowly fill my vision. My eyes focused
at the juncture of her thighs as the panties went lower. When
her pussy peeked out, the men howled, whistled, stomped their
feet, and shouted vulgar praise. They could not have had a
better view than I. My eyes were inches from her labia. I
studied the twin pillows, downed with soft, light hairs, framing
her vaginal crease. I watched that crease part and show pink
wetness as I lifted each foot to free the panties. I prayed that
these perverts were perverted enough to want to see a mother go
down on her daughter.
With the panties off, I stood and came around to her front.
I tried not to look down, but the sight of her naked beauty so
helplessly displayed defeated me. My eyes wandered down to her
crotch. The vision was electrifying. Her light pubic patch
barely concealed anything. Her inflamed lips were plainly
visible, and her clit stood out, pink and shiny. Her nipples
were also erect. When it dawned on me that I was making a fool
of myself by staring at her vagina, I looked up. My eyes met
Brenda's, and hers seemed to be saying, "Mom, why are you looking
at me there?" My face reddened, but I smiled inwardly.
The big man took Brenda forcefully by the elbow and marched
her over to Brent. He stood her before Brent and said, "This is
one fine piece of pussy you raised here, Brent. Ever see her
naked?"
Brent shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Brenda,
especially her crotch. The man spun Brenda around, facing away
from Brent, ordered her to spread her feet out, then applied
pressure to her back, forcing her low. I knew what Brent must
have been seeing. His eyes bugged out, zeroed in on her lower
ass. The man ran his hand over the rear plane of Brenda's crotch
bringing an instant mortification to Brenda's face. She buried
her face in her hands. He teased, "Ain't this some grade-A
pussy? Man, she is so tight." He reached into Brent's lap and
squeezed his crotch, declaring, "Hey, it looks like little Brenda
gave her daddy a boner." He turned to me and said, "What's your
name, anyway?"
"Julie."
"Well, Julie, you better get over here and free this
suffering man's cock."
I gulped, but moved. I came alongside of Brent's chair and
knelt. I reached for his fly, taking a quick glance at Brenda's
ass. Her pussy was open and wet. I fished out Brent's cock. It
was as hard as I've ever seen it. Out of habit, my fingers
curled around it and squeezed. The man pushed on Brenda's
shoulders, forcing her to waddle back until her legs went outside
of Brent's, and her ass was right over his dick. My heart beat a
rapid tattoo as I realized what was about to happen. The man
said, "Squat, bitch!"
No one told me to aim Brent's cock at her pussy, but that's
what I found myself doing as her open cunt closed the gap. I
brought my head into Brent's lap so as not to miss a thing. When
Brenda felt the rubbery head of her father's cock poke her pussy,
she stopped. I had the cock poised at her opening. I took the
opportunity to rub the head through her slit, coating it in her
juices, smearing his precum. Brent's cock throbbed in my fist.
I gave it a few pumps and anxiously awaited the final order.
That order never came. They were all just waiting and watching.
I never wanted anything more in my life than to see Brent's cock
take Brend's cherry. I waited two minutes, then placed my left
hand on her left hip and pulled, saying, "Ease down slowly,
dear."
Brenda hesitated, then dropped an inch. Brent's cockhead
parted her lips. I pulled harder. She sank another inch with a
groan. The head popped inside. I wet his shaft with saliva and
told her it would hurt less if she just sat down quickly. Brenda
cried out, "Mom, no, I can't."
"Brenda, sit!" I almost shouted.
We waited for a minute. In exasperation, I grabbed both
hips and drew her down. Brenda let go and sat with a loud
shriek. A cheer rang out. The feeling was exquisite. I looked
up to Brent's face and smiled. His eyes smiled back.
I stood and came around to the front beside the leader. We
were both looking down into the stuffed crotch of my daughter. I
looked to the man and said, "There, are you satisfied?"
He seemed to see right through me. He smiled and said, "Are
you?"
I turned red and looked back to Brenda's crotch. My boys
had moved off of the couch and were on either side of me. The
others were gathered close around in a semi-circle. We were all
eager to see Brenda fuck herself on her father's cock, but nobody
said anything. Brenda just sat there with her head bowed and her
knees pressed tight to her fathers legs. I couldn't take
anymore. I moved forward and knelt before Brenda, lifting her
head and saying, "Look, sweetheart. It's done. You're a woman
now. It's not so bad, is it?"
Her head shook slightly in my hand. I said, "You have to
finish this. You understand, don't you?"
She nodded slightly. I wanted to give us all a better view,
so I gently pushed on her shoulders until her back rested against
Brent's chest. I planted each of her feet out a foot from
Brent's legs, then pushed her knees out. In this position, her
cunt was openly on display. Her cunt lips were stretched thin
around the invader. A little trickle of blood stained the base
of Brent's cock. I told her to lift and drop, lift and drop.
Brenda slowly complied, sobbing all the while. My eyes stayed
glued to the shaft moving in and out by inches. I coached her to
lift higher each time until she was sliding up to the crown, then
settling back fully. I stayed in place for several long strokes,
then stood back to give everyone an unobstructed view.
I expected her to close her knees after I released her, but
she remained as I'd set her. Brenda looked absolutely vulgar,
working her cunt up and down on her dad's cock. I was so turned
on, I wanted someone, anyone to rip my clothes off and fuck the
shit out of me. While everyone was mesmerized by the scene
before us, I eased over to the leader and slyly eased my hand
over his crotch. I gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze.
Suddenly, he spun me around to face him. He grabbed my chin
roughly and shouted, "Keep your fucking hands off of my cock,
bitch, understand!"
I blushed deeply and nodded. He thrust me away. My
humiliation could not have been more complete if he had pissed on
me. After he thought for a moment, he said, "Strip, Julie!"
In absolute shame, I began removing my clothes and was
totally naked in less than a minute. Brenda watched me while
continuing her fucking. So did my boys, and they were close by.
After I was nude, he said, "If you want to get off on this,
masturbate."
My face went pale. I looked to him with pleading eyes. He
laughed and said, "I said play with your cunt, bitch! Get both
hands to work right now."
My hands moved mechanically to my crotch under my boys'
watchful eyes. I noticed that Brenda stared also. I felt so
cheap and decadent. When my fingers met my super heated cunt,
those feelings quickly melted away. Within a minute, I was
masturbating myself as if alone in my bedroom. I took little
notice of the activity going on between me and my lewdly
copulating family. Several of the men were busy dragging an ice
chest between us, placing it at Brent's feet. They placed a
cushion from the couch on it, then came and took me by the arms.
They led me to their setup, turned me, then laid me on my back
over the cushion. I instantly realized the utility as my head
lolled back off of the cushion's edge. My head rested in Brent's
lap and I was looking right up Brenda's pussy--getting an
inverted view from a mere inches away.
The men lifted my legs, and I heard them address my boys,
saying, "Here, you two help your horny mother." I lifted my head
and peered down my front in time to see Phil and Carl each take a
leg. The feel of their hands on me like that was so titillating.
On the urging of the men, they spread my legs to their fullest.
I dropped my head back to resume my visual feast. In seconds, my
hands were back in my crotch. Seconds later, I was plunging
three fingers in my soupy twat while rubbing my clit like a
maniac.
During all of this, a change had taken place in Brenda.
Gone were her tears and sobs. She no longer hid her face. Her
hands, which had been hanging loosely, were now supporting her
ass. Her face was a mask of passion. Her eyes were looking down
my body, going from my tits to my crotch. Her movements were
more rapid, and she'd put a slight wiggle in her hips. Her
juices poured out, soaking Brent's crotch and filling the air
with her heady scent. Her clit looked red and angry and
stood out like a tiny cock. Her nipples were tight dime-sized
buttons on her heaving chest. She was the vision of uncontrolled
lust.
All through this ordeal, our abductors mocked us, calling us
sluts and perverts. We both seemed to feed off their remarks.
Someone said, "Look at that little whore ride that cock."
Brenda's hips instantly reacted with violent movement, dislodging
her father's cock. I watched her frantically reach for it and
re-impale herself, bringing howls of laughter. Her hands
remained in her crotch to prevent another loss and the fingers of
her right hand began rubbing hard on her clit. She exploded in
climax seconds later, bucked violently and screamed. She
triggered Brent's orgasm and milky semen began oozing from around
his imbedded cock. My orgasm followed Brent's. I pounded my
cunt shamelessly while straining to get my tongue on one of the
cum trails running down Brent's balls.
The leader shouted, "Let her go." My legs dropped to the
floor. Freed of this constraint, I rolled onto my belly, pulled
myself forward, and attacked their loins. My lust was mind
numbing. All I saw was cum, cock, pussy, and balls. Brenda had
collapsed after her release, breathing heavily. I lapped
hungrily at the juices leaking from their genitals. My efforts
became centered on my daughter's exciting vagina. I licked and
sucked, kissed and nibbled. I stiffened my tongue and tried to
wedge it in alongside Brent's slowly deflating cock.
Someone knelt behind me and was stuffing a very respectable
cock up my fevered cunt. I wiggled my ass shamelessly to welcome
it. While sucking on Brenda's clit nub, I looked up her front
and saw her looking at me with an amused expression. I held her
eyes and flicked her clit. She gave a little lift of her pelvis.
I smiled, kissed her clit, then sucked it ravenously, making her
buck against my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
Phil's face near my right cheek.
The cock in my cunt came quickly and was immediately
replaced with another. Someone else was jacking off near my left
cheek, aiming a bright purple cockhead at Brenda's mound.
Seconds latter, thick pearly strands peppered her mons and my
cheek. I turned into the stream and engulfed the head, sucking
the remainder and swallowing. Afterwards, I licked the rest from
Brenda's curls. I returned to licking Brenda as another cock, a
small cock, Carl's cock appeared on my left. I watched him jack
off near my face, occasionally touching my cheek with his weeping
cock. On impulse, I turned and engulfed it, sucking hard while
he continued jacking. He came quickly and I nursed on my son's
pecker. When I finished, Carl's was at the ready on my right,
and I serviced him.
After swallowing Carl's load, the leader pulled me to my
feet. He was naked and sporting a long, thin erection in his
fist. He said, "I want you to feed this to your little whore."
I took hold of his nine-inch rod and led him to Brenda's
left side. She was still impaled on Brent's semi-erect cock. I
turned her head and guided the cock to her lips, saying, "Here,
sweetheart. Suck on it like a good girl."
Brenda's jaw slackened. Her lips flowed over the crown and
formed a tight seal. Her cheeks hollowed. I began pumping the
six inches of shaft outside her mouth, feeling as decadent as any
mother possibly could, and loving it. One of the younger men
came up on Brenda's other side and fisted his cock at her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the first pearly strand
leap from the tiny slit. It landed diagonally across the bridge
of her nose from eyebrow to jaw. Others quickly followed,
landing mostly near her mouth.
If there was any doubt in anyone's mind that I was not a
willing participant in my daughter's debauch, I dispelled that
with my next act. I scooped a line of cum on my finger, still
wet from my cunt, and smeared it onto Brenda's lips. When the
leader saw what I wanted to do, he pulled out. I put my finger
in her mouth. Brenda sucked my finger. I gathered more, using
two fingers. She opened for me each time and sucked the sperm
from my digits. I took a long lap with my tongue along her right
cheek and gathered sperm. I cupped her upturned face, then glued
my mouth to hers, inserting my stiff tongue. Brenda sucked it
hungrily. I cleaned her face in this manner, using the kiss to
pass my treasure.
Brent had the best view of this as Brenda's head lay back on
his shoulder. We kissed passionately after the last of the
sperm, each was reluctant to stop. Brenda's left hand took my
right breast and squeezed. I removed her hand and shoved it
between my legs. I brought her other hand to my breast, still
holding the kiss. The males gathered around and were loudly
commenting on us. Neither Brenda, nor I cared what they said.
We were lost in our passion. Brenda's fingers were exploring my
hot pussy with wild abandon, entering me and pinching my clit.
Her uninhibited lust fueled my passions further. I wanted
everyone to see how hot she was for me. I wanted to put on a
performance. I broke our lip-lock, stood erect, and lifted my
right foot, placing it behind Brenda's head on the chair back.
As I expected, Brenda's hand remained in my crotch as I
assumed this new position. I bent my knee and brought my pussy
close to her face. I placed my hands on my hips and presented a
lewd spectacle. My audience approved wildly. Brent looked at me
with disbelieving but approving eyes. I made no other overt
action. I wanted to see what Brenda would do on her own. She
studied my cunt, using her fingers and eyes. Her head slowly
drifted close under the urging of the guys, chanting, "Eat her
cunt!" I watched her progress with great anticipation. I saw
her breathe in my musky scent and noticed her favorable reaction.
With her lips inches from my clit, she turned mischievous eyes up
my torso. Our eyes locked and exchanged a silent message. Mine
told her to give the guys a good show. Hers told me, "I've
wanted to do this to you for years."
After taking two loads of cum up my twat, it was a sloppy
mess. That didn't seem to bother Brenda at all. Her puckered
lips closed the distance, kissed my clit, then she stuck her
tongue far out and drew it up my slit. She was performing to the
crowd, and continued lapping me like a hungry pup, pausing
frequently to lick sperm from my thighs. I began directing her,
using vulgar encouragements, calling her Mommy's little cunt
lapper. I changed my stance to present her with my left leg so
she could get at the long trails that had dribbled past my calf.
After my legs were clean, I turned my ass to her, widened my
stance and bent way down, I pulled my cheeks apart, looking at
her from between my thighs. Brenda pulled her face into my ass
and began licking me from clit to anus, probing my asshole with
her stiffened tongue.
Though it wasn't necessary, I shouted, "Get your tongue up
my asshole, you little whore." Brenda responded by pulling her
face in tight. Her tongue felt like it was four inches past my
sphincter. I cried out, "Tongue-fuck my asshole, slut!"
Brenda accentuated her movement by bobbing her face against
my moons. Her tongue was like a boy's cock fucking my ass.
I glanced around and saw guys fisting their rampant hardons. I
broke contact from Brenda. I then pulled Brent's cock free of
her cunt and dragged her down to the cushioned platform I'd been
lying on. I positioned her ass on the forward edge, straddled
her chest, then drew her legs up and open, announcing, "Line up,
guys. She's open for business. In my commanding position, I
watched five men and two boys step up and deposit their load deep
in my daughter's cunt. She was delirious by the time the last
one spent his semen. She'd cum three times during this event and
was totally drained.
For the next three days, Brenda and I were center stage. We
were shameless in out attempts to keep the guys excited. Between
us we exhausted them. Brent was released after the second hour
and joined in freely. The abductors departed as they said. We
returned home, but things were never the same.
Three weeks after our trip, I crawled over my sons, pausing
to kiss each of their sleeping cocks. I went to Brenda's room to
see if Brent had made it off to work. Brenda was sprawled on her
back, semen leaking from her shaved pussy. I smiled and dressed.
I had to get a paper signed by Brent, so I drove to his
plant. The guard at the front desk was out, so I couldn't gain
entry. Iwaited ten minutes then decided to enter through the
shipping and receiving dock. I poked my head in the wide door
and froze. There, on a pallet of boxes, were three of the men who
abductedus, including the leader. Their mouths dropped on seeing
me.
It took me a few seconds to piece everything together. When
awareness dawned, I wasn't angry. A smile slowly formed on my
face. Their mouths closed. I sauntered over with a sexy sway.
I chucked the leader under the chin and said, "Why haven't you
paid us a visit? My three guys can't satisfy both of us without
help, you know."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, we know."
NOTE: According to Tiffany, a scene like this actually happened
to her college roommate--a girl named Brenda. There's sick
people in this world. God bless 'em.
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