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Cabin Fever
By Tiffany
My woman's intuition told me something bad would result from this impromptu
field trip. We took the trip because Brent, my husband, suddenly developed
this need to commune with nature. Brenda had made other plans and didn't
want to go. We had to practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and
Carl, 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, but I wasn't a happy camper.
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
nice folks 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. She had good reason to tremble. She was a lamb in a
wolve's den and knew it. I tried to soothe her by placing my arm around her
and stroking her cheek. I worried about her as I observed the wolves staring
at her and drooling. 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; because that'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 of thirteen. She only looks older."
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."
Knowing the futility of further resistance, and not wanting to upset them
further, I pulled Brenda into place. She cowered and cried. I cupped her
face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I said, "Look, we have no choice.
Your father's life is at stake. You put aside your modesty and your virtue.
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."
My poor, confused, and frightened daughter 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 unless she were 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
in fantasy, 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. This was the
last thing Brenda wanted, but I wasn't thinking from her perspective.
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. I had to hold Brenda up to keep her
from melting into the floor. 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. Don't be ashamed; be proud.
There's nothing for you to be ashamed about. You have no choice. None of us
do. The sin is all theirs."
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-sized
nipples, quivering with her sobs that gradually subsided.
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. My words were having a
positive effect, so I kept talking through the barrage of obscene comments
coming from the men. Brenda hung on my every word, blocking out all else.
I could feel her relaxing, though with every snap, button, and zip she
should have grown more anxious. I made my hands flow over her bare skin. I
did this to soothe her and get her used to having foreign hands on her body.
My technique seemed to help, and the men didn't seem to mind that I was
taking my time. To them, my caresses looked sensual. Hell, they were feeling
sensual to me. Her soft skin and clean, fresh, youthful scent caused a
tingling sensation to course through me. I prayed she would not suspect the
sexual thrill I was getting from being a party to her gang molestation and
probable rape.
I loved the feel of her tawny skin; and after unsnapping and unzipping her
shorts, I slipped my hands inside to work them down by sliding my palms
along her bare legs, 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 in that position 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.
After running my hands up and down her legs, inside and out, I reached up
and hooked my fingers in her panty waistband. With dramatic pause, I eased
them down in a slow, provocative way, 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 well-defined vaginal crease. I watched that crease part and show the
bright pink interior wetness as I lifted each foot to free the panties. I
never saw such a delicious looking pussy. I silently 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
overcame my resolve. 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. When it
dawned on me that I was making a fool of myself by staring at her vagina, I
looked up. Her nipples were also erect. My eyes met Brenda's, and hers
seemed to be saying, "Mom, why were you staring at me down 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?"
I thought it was strange that he knew Brent by name, but I didn't dwell on
that. Brent shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Brenda, especially
her crotch. I also noted that Brent wasn't looking too concerned for our
safety or his, and he showed no anger at what they'd done to Brenda. I
thought this was odd, but I didn't dwell on that, either.
The man spun Brenda around, facing away from Brent, ordered her to spread
her feet out, then applied pressure to her back, forcing her to bend low
from the waist. 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 her face. She buried
her face in her hands.
Her face cringed as I presumed a finger entered her. 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'd 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 watched the man's finger slip in as I fished out Brent's cock. His
cock was as hard as I've ever seen it. Out of habit, my fingers curled
around the familiar shaft 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 cunt closed the gap. I brought my head into Brent's lap
so as not to better guide him to the mark. When Brenda felt the rubbery head
of her father's cock poke her in the pussy, she stopped squatting. 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 Brenda'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 settled an inch. Brent's cockhead parted her inflamed
pussy 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 and took my place 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 us. 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 tightly to
her fathers legs. I couldn't take anymore. I moved forward and knelt before
Brenda, lifted her head and said, "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 with the lips
stretched thin around the meaty 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, and what a view it was.
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, reaching back with both hands to grasp his hip bones for
support, stretching her c-cup titties high and proud, showing everything she
had in incestuous action while she stared at the ceiling, pumping herself on
eight inches of rock-hard daddy cock. Brent appeard to be in absolute bliss
as she pumped her tight pussy up and down on his shaft.
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 rested 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, "Get your clothes off, you horny slut!"
In absolute shame, I began removing my clothes and was totally naked in less
than a minute. Brenda watched me while continuing with her fucking. My boys
took their eyes off Brenda to watch me strip, and they were close by. After
I was nude, he said, "If you want to get off on this father/daughter fuck,
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 childrens' watchful eyes.
I noticed that Brenda stared hard at my crotch. 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 around me. All I saw
was my lewdly copulating husband and daughter.
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 the ice chest, then
took me by the arms. They led me to their setup, turned me to face away from
Brenda, then laid me on my back over the cushion.
When they pushed me onto my back, I instantly realized the utility of the
position as my head lolled back off of the cushion's edge. My head went
between Brent's thighs, 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 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 plunging
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, whores, and perverts.
We seemed to feed off their crude 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. She bucked violently and
screamed out her release.
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.
Afterward, 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 my
tongue hungrily. I cleaned her face in this manner, using the kiss to pass
my treasure.
Brent had the best view as Brenda's head lay back on his shoulder. We kissed
passionately after the last of the sperm. We were reluctant to stop.
Brenda's left hand took my right breast and squeezed. I brought her other
hand to my crotch, still holding the kiss. The guys 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 massaging 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, so 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
enthusiastically approved. 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 ass. 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 load. 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 they would. 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. I waited 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 abducted us,
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, as 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."
THE END
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