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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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