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{ASSM} The Cabin [2b of 3] {Sigerson H.} (Mg cons inc)

WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you 
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The Cabin [2 of 3]

Copyright January 2001

Do not post or repost without the authors consent

Mg-cons-inc


Chapter 2

It was still dark when I woke up but the sky showed that 
dawn was not far off.  My cock was too stiff to allow me to 
piss because of the dreams I had had all night long.  I had 
to decide what to do about my relationship with Marti.  I 
could tell Marti that our sexual relationship was over 
right now.  No more sexual contact between the two of us 
ever again.  I would just cede the bet and we could both 
get dressed and go back home.

On the other hand, I could just keep thing as they are.  
Limit the sexual contact to hand jobs and blowjobs and tell 
Marti that that was all I would allow.  I did not want our 
sex to progress as far as the Hemmings.  We would not end 
up fucking. 

On the other hand I could let things keep going like this 
and before the end of the week I would be busting Marti's 
cherry and fucking her brains out.  That option appealed to 
me from the very selfish point of view of my libido.

Marti stirred while I was in the midst of this thought.  
She rolled next to me and threw one arm over my chest and a 
leg over my legs.  She rubbed her crotch against my thigh 
as she slowly moved her hand down to my cock.  She squeezed 
my erection a few times as if testing it for firmness.  
"I'll take care of this," she said.  She kissed me on the 
cheek and moved her head down to engulf my cock with her 
mouth.  I made no move to stop her.  Scratch option one. 

This time I warned Marti she was about to get a mouthful of 
cum.  She swallowed it all with only a little choking.

She French kissed me with her mouth full of the taste of my 
cum.  June used to do that, too.  Marti was getting more 
like her mother every day.

"Marti," I said, "we need to talk about sex."

"Can we do it later, Daddy," she said. "I need to pee 
really bad right now."

Marti crawled over me to get out of bed.  She managed to 
twist her body so that her crotch landed right in my face, 
too.  I licked her cunt automatically.  "The little twat 
got me again," I said silently to myself.

At the back door of the cabin she looked back at me.  
"Let's go, Daddy.  We have a bet, remember?  I want to win 
this one."

I got out of bed and followed her tight little ass all the 
way to the end of the path.  Mart held the door open so 
that I could watch her piss.  She kept her legs spread much 
more than was called for so that I could see the little 
hole that was the source of her pee.  She wiped her self 
and stood aside for me to go.  She didn't even leave the 
outhouse.  At least I didn't have an erection to contend 
with.

Marti took my hand as we walked back to the cabin.  "See, 
Daddy," she said brightly.  "We're both naked and walking 
hand in hand and you don't have an erection.  It's already 
working."

She was right.  I had just watched her pee and wipe her 
cunt and did not have an erection.  Maybe I could win this 
bet.  Maybe I could be this close to my nude daughter and 
not have any more sexual contact with her.  Sure and maybe 
I could be elected King of the World next week.

As soon as we arrived back at the cabin Marti announced, "I 
want to shower."

"It's over there," I said pointing at the shower stall.

Marti walked into the stall and looked for a knob.  Of 
course there was no knob.  The cabin did not have running 
water unless you pumped it into a pail and ran around with 
it.  I wondered why Dave would put in a shower without a 
reason.  I walked over to the shower stall.

There was a small shower nozzle hanging from a rubber hose 
that ran up through the ceiling.  A spring clip pinched the 
rubber hose just above the shower nozzle.  But how did the 
water get up in the ceiling?

I finally noticed a faded note card thumb-tacked to the 
wall.  "The bag is under the sink.  It takes all morning to 
get warm.  Fill it when you're done."  Three lines that 
explained everything.

I looked under the sink.  There was a large vinyl bag under 
the sink that was clearly used to hold water.  I handed the 
bag to Marti.  "Fill this with water," I told her.  I went 
outside to look at the roof that was over the shower.  That 
side of the cabin faced south and right above the shower 
was a low wooden frame as big as the water bag that was 
even now being filled with cold water.  If I laid the bag 
in the frame it should be warm by noon.  It would never get 
hot but it would get warm.  I went in to give Marti the 
good news.

"That sucks rocks," said Marti.  She took this even better 
than I had hoped.

"This IS a cabin, Marti," I said firmly.  "It does not have 
running water or an indoor toilet or a shower. If you want 
to go back we can pack and be home this afternoon."

"I can put up with it if you can," she grumbled.

"One more thing," I said.  "There is not a lot of water in 
the bag.  When it is gone there won't be any more warm 
water for about four hours.  You will have to wet yourself 
and then clamp the hose while you soap up.  Then unclamp 
the hose to rinse off.  If we do things that way there 
should be enough water for two showers every day."

"Isn't there an old saying about conserving water by 
showering with a friend?" asked Marti with another wicked 
grin.  "If we soaped each other we could save some water."

I grinned right back.  "We might be tempted to wash each 
other too thoroughly," I said.  "That would make us use 
more water than if we showered separately."

Marti looked at my cock.  I really wasn't rising to the 
bait.  She sighted deeply.  "Well, I don't want another 
sponge bath.  I have cum in my hair and all over my tits 
thanks to you.  I need to wash all this stuff off of me 
this morning.  Can I just go down to the pond and wash 
myself?"

"No, Marti," I said.  "I don't want you to get soap in the 
pond.  If we want to swim in that water I would like to 
keep it clean.  There must be an outlet creek for the pond.  
We can find it and wash ourselves in the creek after 
breakfast."

Marti cooked bacon and eggs while I hauled the shower 
bladder up to the roof and attached it to the hose.  It 
really was an ingenious system that Dave had installed.  I 
looked forward to my warm shower that afternoon.

I did the dishes after breakfast while Marti washed the 
table and swept the floor.  She protested about sweeping a 
clean looking floor until I explained about how mice and 
other vermin are attracted to even the tiniest crumbs of 
food that get left on a floor.  Cleanliness must be second 
nature when you are living in a cabin and don't want the 
entire army of woodland creatures sharing your quarters.  
Marti swept the floor very well that morning.

"Time for a wash and a swim," I announced as I grabbed my 
shaving kit and a towel.

Marti started throwing soap and bottles of shampoo and 
other bath stuff into a beach bag.  I waited while she 
packed enough toiletries to clean an army.  She started for 
the door but ran back to grab a couple of the nudist 
magazines and drop them in the bag.

I surveyed the pond to find the outlet.  There was only one 
creek leading away from the pond.  There was no creek 
leading into it.  That explained why the water was so cold 
and clear.  It was spring-fed.  The outlet creek was small 
and it would be difficult to wash in it right at the exit 
from the pond.  I dropped the bottle of suntan lotion and 
the beach towels on the bank of the pond.  We certainly 
didn't need to carry them down stream.

"Let's follow it for a bit to see if there's a basin 
further down," I said to Marti.

There was a shallow basin only about twenty-five yards from 
the pond.  It was a bowl shaped depression about ten feet 
in diameter.  The bottom was covered with rounded rocks and 
there were several large flat rocks along the edge.  The 
place was perfect for a cold-water bath.  Too perfect.  It 
dawned on me.

Dave must have made the basin.  He had chosen a logical 
site and then dug out the basin and hauled rocks to line 
the bottom and sides.  Nature did the rest.  The dirty 
water continued on down stream and was diluted by other 
creeks and rainwater.

I stepped into the basin.  It was really cold.  I started 
splashing water on myself to get wet before I sat down on 
one of the flat rocks provided for a bench.  As soon as I 
sat down my nuts started retreating into my body.

Marti sat down beside me.  "Do you want me to wash you?" 
she asked. 

"Are you going to keep it non-sexual?" I responded.

"I will if you want me to," said Marti.  She sounded a 
little disappointed.

"I do want you to keep it non sexual," I said firmly

I sat on the rock bench while Marti washed my hair and the 
upper part of my body.  I yelped when she poured a bucket 
of cold water over my head to rinse me off.  The second 
bucket didn't feel quite so cold but the third bucket was 
just uncalled for.  

"Stand up," said Marti. "I need to wash the rest of you.

I stood up while she soaped the lower half of my body and 
legs.  I wondered if she would spend an inordinate amount 
of time on my cock and balls.  I was a little surprised and 
even a little disappointed when she didn't.  I did not 
appreciate the giggles as she washed my genitals.  

"You're certainly not erect now," said Marti with a laugh.

"A man's penis and testicles always react that way to 
cold," I protested indignantly.  "It is a natural response 
to protect a man's means of procreation."

"You mean this happens when ever you get cold," said Marti 
incredulously.

"Not whenever I get cold," I said, "whenever my penis and 
testicles get cold."

"And they'll return to normal when they warm up?" she 
asked.

"They always have," I said with finality.  I really did not 
want to talk about this.

"Let's see," said Marti.  She took my shrunken penis and 
testicles into her mouth to warm them with her tongue.  

I tried to jerk away but Marti had her arms clamped around 
my butt cheeks. 

My cock started to recover first.  I should have stopped 
her and then given her a lecture on little girls not giving 
their fathers bow jobs.  I didn't though.  I was never 
going to stop her sex play with me.  I was hooked on it.  I 
loved that my daughter wanted to have oral sex with me.  I 
loved giving her oral sex.  I knew then that I would fuck 
Marti within a week.  The timetable was up to me.  If I 
told her to get on the bank and spread for me right now she 
would do it.  She would surrender her virginity to me 
whenever I wanted it.  I wasn't sure I liked having this 
much power over a girl.

My cock was erect and rock hard again.  Mart had not 
stopped sucking on my cock.  I rested my hand on her head.  
"Are you going to finish blowing me," I asked quietly.

She looked up at me.  "Oo yoo 'ant ee oo?" she mumbled 
through a mouthful of cock.

"Yes," I said.  "I do."

She started jacking me off as she sucked my cock.  My balls 
were still aching from my first blowjob just a couple hours 
earlier.  I luxuriated in the feeling of my impending 
orgasm.  My balls ached with too much arousal in too short 
a period of time.

"Here it comes," I said to Marti as the cum boiled up from 
my groin.

There were only a few squirts of cum this time.  Marti took 
it all into her mouth.  She looked up at me and grinned 
broadly before opening her mouth to show me the puddle of 
cum on her tongue.  She closed her mouth and swallowed hard 
and stuck her tongue out at me to show me.

"You've changed your mind about having sex with me haven't 
you," she asserted.

"Yes I have," I said.  "Let's finish bathing and go for a 
swim.  We'll talk about while we dry off in the sun.

"Sure, Daddy," she said triumphantly.  "You can wash me 
now."

Marti shrieked as I poured a bucket of cold water over her 
head.  Her nipples turned to pebbles as the ice cold water 
cascaded over her breasts.  Retribution can be fun 
sometimes.

"Which shampoo?" I asked.

"Th. th. that w. one," she said through chattering teeth.

I worked the shampoo into a very thick lather to allow her 
time to warm up a little.  I kissed her cheek like a don 
saying goodbye to his lieutenant.  "Are you ready to 
rinse?" I asked.

Marti shivered and nodded once. 

I poured a second bucket over her head.

The shriek was quieter this time.

"Do you want some conditioner?"  I asked.

"Yes," she said through chattering teeth.

One more bucket of water followed the conditioner.  Marti 
was turning blue.

"Stand up," I said.  

Marti hugged herself and shivered as she complied.

I worked up a creamy lather in my hands and proceeded to 
wash every inch of Marti's body.  I started with her back. 
I soaped her from her shoulders down to her ass cheeks.  I 
made sure that I got her crack very clean.  I even teased 
her ass hole.

I moved to stand in front of her still working the bar of 
soap in my hands.  I smeared soap on each arm and rubbed 
the lather all along each arm from the armpit and shoulder 
to the tips of each finger.  Marti stopped shivering by the 
time I finished both arms.

I continued on to her chest.  Her nipples and relaxed as 
her arousal warmed her a little.  They sprang back to 
attention as I massaged the soap lather into each tiny 
mound of titflesh.  I gently squeezed each nipple as I 
proceeded to her belly,

Marti spread her legs as I started soaping her pubic mound.  
I was careful to keep the lather out of her cunt hole.  She 
seemed a little disappointed at the lack of attention to 
her pussy but I knew from my one try at bathing June that 
soap and the inside of a woman's vagina do not get along 
well.  I moved on to soap her legs.

"Close your eyes," I said. 

I soaped Marti's face and neck.

I poured one bucket of water down her back.  It happened so 
fast that she didn't have time to scream.  She just stood 
motionless with her mouth open and her eyes closed.  Before 
she could recover, doused her face and chest with a second 
bucket.

"Daddy!" she screamed.

"One more, dear," I said as I got her with one last 
bucketful.

"Aaahhh.," she shrieked.  

I got out of the manmade bathing pool.  I stood on the 
shore for a few seconds watching Marti sputter and shake 
the water out of her eyes.  

She picked up the bucket and filled it with water slowly 
and deliberately.  I started backing away.

Marti came after me with revenge in her eyes and a 
bucketful of water.  I ran for the swimming pond.

I made a shallow dive as soon as I got to the edge.  I 
heard Marti enter the water just a second behind me.  

I opened my eyes as I swam down to the bottom.  I felt 
Marti's hand brush my leg and I went for the surface.  I 
came up right behind her.  She was treading water and 
looking for me in the water in front of her.  I wrapped my 
arms around her chest to pin her arms as I leaned backwards 
and started kicking for shore.  My cock started to warm up 
and make itself known to me and to Marti, also.

Her struggling decreased but her promises of complete and 
utter revenge did not diminish.

As soon as my foot touched bottom I stood up taking Marti 
with me.  I let her down so that her feet touched bottom 
also.  She was standing knee deep in the cold spring-fed 
pond.  I stood in front of her and pressed my mouth over a 
pebble hard nipple.  I sucked the breast as I warmed the 
tiny bud with my tongue and mouth.  When that nipple was 
hard due to excitement and not cold, I moved my moth to its 
twin to repeat the process.  

Marti moaned softly as my mouth found her other breast.  It 
was soon in the same state as its sister.

"You're cold, dear," I said quietly.  "Let me warm you up."

My lips and tongue traced a line from the newly abandoned 
nipple to Marti's belly button.  My tongue probed its 
depths before continuing to the virginal cleft between her 
legs.  She spread her legs as my mouth found her outer 
lips.  I sucked her outer lips gently into my mouth and 
warmed them with a thorough licking.

When the outer lips no longer felt cold I used my tongue to 
part her outer lips.  I repeated the process on her inner 
lips and clit.  I probed her cunt hole with my tongue and 
felt Mart shudder at the intrusion.

I wanted to eat her out properly.  I replaced my tongue 
with a gently probing finger.

"Let's continue this on the bank." I said.  I took my hand 
from Marti's crotch and swept her into my arms.  I strode 
to the edge of the pond and set her down on the grass.  She 
sat there fingering herself while I spread out the beach 
towels to make a place for her to lie down.

She lay down and spread her legs as soon as the towel was 
ready.  I resumed eating her.  Her pussy juice tasted so 
good in my mouth.  She started gasping irregularly and 
bucked her crotch against my pussy devouring mouth as the 
pussy juice gushed from her cunt.  I swallowed as fast as I 
could but some streamed down my chin.

I released her cunt from my mouth as her orgasm subsided.  
I licked a path across her belly and up to a still erect 
nipple as I positioned my self between her legs.  My cock 
was poised at the entrance to her cunt.  I wanted 
desperately to have my cock encased in her tight pussy.  My 
hesitation told me that this was not the right time though.  
I lay down beside Marti with my throbbing cock and aching 
balls.

She snuggled up against me and said "Thank you, Daddy."

"For what?" I said.

"For giving me another tremendous orgasm," she said.  "And 
also for not fucking me now.  I wouldn't have stopped you 
and it wouldn't be rape.  But you knew that this wasn't the 
right time.  I didn't have to tell you it wasn't.  You just 
knew.  That's why I love you."

She kissed me again and licked some of her pussy juice off 
my cheek.  She continued cleaning the pussy juice off my 
chin and cheeks and then thrust her tongue into my mouth as 
she kissed me long and hard.  At last she pulled back to 
look me in the eye.

"There will come a right time.  I think you will know it 
when it happens.  I can wait.  I can keep sucking and 
jerking you off so you don't get too frustrated waiting for 
me."


"That's O.K., sweetie," I said as I kissed her.  "I want 
your first time getting fucked to be very special.  I can 
wait for the right time."

It was getting to be mid-morning already.  I grabbed the 
bottle of sun block started smearing it on Marti's chest 
and belly.  I paid special attention to the white shadows 
caused by her bikini.  Marti turned over without my having 
to say anything.  I finished oiling her and then started on 
myself.

Marti grabbed the bottle from my hand.  "I'll do you," she 
said.

I lay down on my back.  I had a lot more white area to 
cover carefully.  My cock was soon rock hard again under 
her careful ministrations.  Marti lowered her mouth to my 
cock.  I placed a hand on her head to stop her.  

"Honey," I said as lovingly as I could,  "my balls will 
ache for hours if you do that.  I really want to have 
another orgasm but not right now."  I couldn't believe I 
was telling my daughter not to give me another blowjob.

I rolled over so that Marti could oil up my back and 
buttocks.

We spent a quiet half-hour lying in the strong sun.  Marti 
looked at the nudist magazines and even read some of the 
text.  I dozed and soaked up sunshine and warmth.  Marti 
finally broke the silence.

"Daddy," said Marti, "I think I know what's missing.  
What's keeping this from being the right time for me to 
give you my cherry."

 "What's missing, dear?" I asked.  I expected her to say 
moonlight and flowers and romantic music.

"Sandy," she said firmly.

I sat up and looked down at her naked form basking in the 
sun.  The sun tan oil made her whole body glisten.

"Why does Sandy need to be here to make the time right?" I 
asked dumbly.  I was more confused than ever about my 
relationship with Marti.  I wanted to have sex with her.  
But I couldn't figure out how having her best friend watch 
us was going to make her defloration any better.

"Well," she said, "it's like this.  A few years ago Sandy 
and I made a pact that each of us would be present when the 
other lost her virginity.  I watched when Jerry popped 
Sandy's cherry.  I wasn't able to see much but at least I 
was there.  We made the pact because Jerry had been 
pestering her for a fuck for so long that she was afraid he 
might rape her.  I was supposed to stop him if she changed 
her mind about fucking him but he wouldn't stop.  She is 
supposed to be with me when I lose my virginity so that she 
can stop the guy if I change my mind."

"Sandy is back in town," I said peeved to have out little 
nudist holiday interrupted by an outsider.

"We can go get her," said Marti.  "I'll call her on the 
cell phone and see if she can come up here."

"But Marti," I protested,  "I can't be naked in front of 
Sandy.  She'll think I'm a child molester."

"No she won't," said Marti.  "She's used to being around 
naked men.  I already showed you a picture of her fucking 
her Dad.  She might expect you to fuck her.  I won't mind 
if you do.  I think I might even enjoy it.  I'll go call 
her right now.  She can be up here this afternoon."

Marti got up and ran for the house.  I sat on the ground 
wondering if I should stop this before it got out of hand.  
Bill Hemmings might not look at my fucking his daughter the 
same way he would look at my borrowing a tool.

"Tell her to bring a cot," I yelled at Marti's back as her 
naked butt disappeared into the trees.

Marti was gone for almost an hour.  She came back looking 
dejected.

"I take it that Sandy can't come up here," I said 
sympathetically.  I was relieved and disappointed at the 
same time.  Now that my cock was back in use I really 
enjoyed sex again.  I wasn't sure that I would go so far as 
to fuck Marti's friend but I would enjoy looking at another 
naked young girl.

"I don't know," said Marti.  "The battery in the phone died 
before I could hear her answer.  I gave her directions to 
the cabin and she was talking to her mom when the battery 
died.  I couldn't find the spare battery and I wasted 
almost an hour looking for it.  I finally gave up."

"We'll wait here for her," I said.  "If she doesn't get 
here by tomorrow morning we go into the village and call 
her from a pay phone." 

"O.K.," said Marti dejectedly.  She lay down on her towel 
to get some more sun.  

"Do you need more suntan lotion?" I asked as she turned 
onto her stomach.

"Sure," she said as she took off her watch to look at the 
time.

She hadn't been wearing it when we came down to bathe.  I 
wondered why she had put it on.  Maybe she wanted to check 
the time before she called Sandy.  I dismissed the 
speculation and enjoyed rubbing the lotion into her back 
and butt cheeks.

We spent the remainder of the morning sunning ourselves.  I 
was getting hungry.  "Are you ready for some lunch?" I 
asked Marti.

"Sure," she said.  She picked up her watch and looked at 
it.  "Lets swim a lap or two first though so we can get all 
this lotion off.  Race you to the far said and back?  Loser 
has to get all the bathing stuff from the bath pool."

"Your on," I said.

We lined up and Marti counted down, "Three, Two, One, Go!"

Marti beat me to the water but I was a much better swimmer.  
I beat her by a length and a half.  I picked up our things 
by the pond while Marti walked down to the bathing pool.  I 
picked up all the towels and stuff we had on the bank of 
the pond including Marti's watch.  I walked back to the 
cabin alone to get lunch ready.

I was putting the bread and butter on the table when Marti 
walked in.  She looked frantic.

"Did you pick up my watch?"  she asked anxiously. 

"It's on the table," I said puzzled a bit by her concern.

Marti put her watch back on with a sigh.

We ate pb&j sandwiches and talked about the chores that 
still needed doing to get the cabin into shape for us if we 
stayed all summer.  Marti definitely wanted to change the 
shower so that she could shower in the morning.  I wanted 
to build an animal proof storage box for the bathing pool 
so that we could leave the soap and shampoo at the pond 
instead of schlepping all our bathing supplies back and 
forth.

I started to clear the table when we were done.

"I'll do the dishes and clean up, Daddy," said Marti

I was stunned.  There weren't all that many dishes but 
Marti never volunteered to clean anything.  

"O.K.," I agreed before she changed her mind.

She looked at her watch again.  "Why don't you go find the 
spot for bathing supplies storage and then take a swim," 
she said rapidly.  "I'll join you soon.  I'll even bring a 
pitcher of juice or a beer if you want."

Maybe she was finally getting mature.  She was actually 
considerate.  Maybe having a sexual relationship with me 
was making her more mature.  Probably not, but I was not 
one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"What about our bet?" I asked.  "I'm supposed to be in your 
sight at all times so that you can see if I get an 
erection."

"You've already had an erection today," said Marti. "It 
won't matter if you get another one today."

I grabbed the towels and suntan lotion and headed for the 
pond.  When I got to the door I turned to say goodbye to 
Marti.  She was looking at her watch again.  I shook my 
head.  She really needed to relax.  If she had been a man I 
would have told him to get laid.

I dropped the towels and lotion by the swimming pond and 
walked down to the bathing pool.  A few minutes inspection 
showed the best place for the cabinet.  I inspected the 
chosen spot carefully to see how the cabinet could be 
secured and found several nails and screw holes in all of 
the right places.  Dave had done the same thing.  I was 
sure the cabinet was still up at the cabin.  I just needed 
to look in the right place.  I made a mental note to look 
for a wood or metal cabinet about two feet wide and six 
inches deep.

I swam until I got cold and then got out to warm up.  I 
spread the towel in a spot that would get sun through the 
afternoon.  I sat down to put on the sun block and then 
laid down to catch some rays.  The hot sun following the 
cold swim started to relax me.  I must have dozed off 
because the next thing I heard was Marti saying, "Wake up, 
Daddy."



Continued in Cabin part 2c




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