A Trip to the Cabin
written by:
Pipecock

The others were about fifteen minutes late at this point, but they had called and said they were on their way. There wasn't much packing and organizing left to do as we had prepared everything from the night before. Paul was still in his work clothes of overalls, boots and a t-shirt, but he had showered in the bathroom at work after leaving the quarry. We knew we didn't have much time after work before they would arrive. I got home before him though, and managed to change out of my uniform and had a quick shower to get the smell of grease and eggs from the diner off me, and to fix my hair. It was just a ponytail, but it worked well to show off my neckline with my halter top I was wearing, with skirt and flat shoes. There was no need to get fancy. The cabin in Hocking Hills was a good two hours away, and Jamie and Alice would have driven for two hours already from Toledo by the time they got here. They had stopped to pick up our other mutual friends Didier and Cindy just a few minutes north of us. The plan was to carpool in Jamie and Alice's new minivan and ride to and from together from Columbus. We had all met a few times before over the summer and early fall at various house parties and swing clubs in the area and grew to be a nice little group of friends. We were all attracted to each other, and even without the romping around in the sheets, floor or hot tub it was always a good time. Alice suggested that we get a cabin with them, we thought it was a great idea. We had spent a lot of time in the hot tub at the last swinger house party and decided we wanted to get one with a hot tub and continue the hot steamy fun. We had planned for weeks, but totally forgot to mention it to our other friends, Didier and Cindy. Just last week we were chatting online and mentioned what our plans were. They thought it was a great idea, and we decided to have them join, since the cabin had three bedrooms anyways and a smaller annexed area that could be used. So now we are here waiting for all four of them to come and pick us up along with, our cooler, meats, alcohol, mixers and boom-box.

A few minutes later the van pulled up. Didier and Cindy jumped out hooting and hollering as if it was the last day of school and we were headed to the beach. Didier was dressed in his usual: jeans shorts, tucked in the front v-necked t-shirt and flip flops. He stood about six feet tall with broad shoulders and big hands. He always seemed to be tanned. I had asked him about it once, but he says he had never been to a salon. I still don't understand how a man can stay this tanned in Ohio, in the fall. He beamed straight for me out of the sliding door with a loud and heavy, "Sharon!" in his thick Belgian accent, picked me up and did a spin before putting me down. I'm not a small woman at about 5'7" myself, with wide hips and a set of D cups that always get a second a third look, but somehow I always feel small around him. Cindy came following after and gave me a hug while Didier went on to shake hands with Paul and slap each other on the shoulder. Her boobs, only a cup size smaller than mine, pressed up against my chest as we wrapped hands our hands around each other. We stood about the same height, but she hard dark chocolate skin, an ass that wouldn't quit even if you paid it to, and she rocked and afro that you only see in old 70's movies. She was a runner and it showed in her short-shorts. The muscle tone in her legs was amazing because apparently every day was "leg day". That plus her spaghetti strap top didn't really hide much of the rest of her sporty body. From the embrace I can tell that the party has already started because that was definitely vodka I smelled. This was going to be a great trip and we haven't even left yet.

Jamie and Alice stayed in the minivan. They were pretty focused on the itinerary, and I could tell it wasn't their fault they we were about 20 minutes behind schedule. We started moving our things to the minivan and locked up the house. Jamie and Alice still had not gotten out and only opened the back door by their snazzy new remote and had said their hellos through the windows. I went around to her side to see what all the grump was. She was wearing shorts and a bikini top and sat crossed-legged in the front seat, with her sunglasses holding her auburn hair back. She looked amazing. She was a full C with pierced nipples that pushed up against the material of the bikini top and her nipples were always hard. He was wearing a short sleeved button down shirt and shorts. I quickly learned that he was not happy about forgetting a bag full of beer and other alcohol as it was still in their deep freeze refrigerator, all the way back in Toledo. But what's with the long face I thought, even though he smiled I could see he was not the chipper Jamie that we all knew and loved. Apparently, there was some special ale he wanted us to try from his home brew, and now it wouldn't happen. However, we still had a ridiculous amount of alcohol between us. Alice was having none of it and continued to sip from her brown-bagged bottle. My suggestion to let me sit in the front so I could cheer Jamie up a bit was met with full agreement on her part, and she quickly hopped out and went into the back. I climbed up into the front seat, and we locked all doors then I rubbed his thigh gently and assured him we were still going to have a wonderful weekend of drinking, grilling, dancing, hanging out, fucking, sucking, swimming, fucking, sleeping, fucking, exploring, fucking... and fucking. They all laughed, he smiled a bit and put the van in gear.

The only people who hadn't been drinking at this point was myself, Paul and Jamie, the driver. This was not a situation that was going to persist. I asked for a bottle of whatever was in the back of the minivan and a brown paper bag to hide my deeds. This was no coincidence, these alcoholics had everything planned down to the last detail. Cindy dug around in a cooler and fetched a nice cold Corona. She popped the top off for me and slipped it into a bag and passed it forward through Didier. That's when I realized that everyone had already swapped up. Cindy was sitting in the third row with my Paul, and Alice and her pointy boobs was right next to Didier. Didier had his arm around Alice with the convenience of circling her left nipple with his middle finger through the material while he held his beer in his other hand. I couldn't tell what Cindy and Paul were doing in the third row, but she was comfortably nuzzled into his shoulder and I assume they were holding hands. The back glasses of the van were all tinted, and only the front two were not. It wouldn't have mattered anyways with this bunch. At the house parties and clubs we had been to before, things always got heated pretty quickly. I could tell this weekend was going to be no different after only two minutes into the trip already.

When we got on the highway, things were silent and almost dead. Jamie decided to play the radio to drown out the sound of the wind coming through the open front windows. The station was playing Milkshake, and the other women were all singing along and jiggling their boobs around. I still had some catching up to do, so I chugged a bit and started feeling good with the rest of the gang. We were a now a dance party swinger minibus. I fully expected that we would be flashing other motorist of getting pulled over for something before reaching our cabin destination. After an hour and three more Coronas, Alice and I started talking about what we should do when we got there. We had already picked our rooms from the cabin website and decided the first thing we should do is make sure the grill and hot tub works. We had a lot of meat, no pun intended, and we all loved hot tubs so we were all in accordance with that plan. Next Didier let it be known that the men must find firewood for the fire pit because the owners made it clear they would not be providing any wood, starters or fluid. Since we were talking about serious matters now, Jamie turned down the radio a bit. Immediately Alice and Didier turned around and were fully enthralled with what was happening on the back seat. I could slightly see the back of Cindy's afro going up and down, with long slurps each time she raised all the way up so most of her head was in view. Paul's head was leaned all the way back over the seat, and he was just moaning with pleasure. Alice started cheering Cindy on and she loved the attention. Cindy sat up and removed a rubber band from her wrist and gathered her hair together making a small bun. She went back to work on Paul's cock. A cock a knew very well, and from the sounds she was making I knew he had to be rock hard and pulsating. He wasn't super thick, just about average, but boy was he long. She definitely was taking him into her throat, with some still left out but accounted for with her hands. I only knew this because I could never get all eight of those inches in myself, and we have never met anyone who could. Paul now grabbed the bun and was pushing her deeper. You could hear the gagging all the way up here at the front. Jaime adjusted the rearview mirror to get a better look at what was going on, but I doubt he could see any more than I was seeing. Paul's moans were getting louder and louder, and we all were getting turned on at this point as everyone forgot about the plans we were making for the arrival.

Jamie now had his hands on my thigh while I strained my neck to catch more of the action. Just when I thought to give up, Alice put her hand on Didier's jeans and started to rub his crotch. She never once took her eyes off what Cindy was doing to Paul and it seemed that she was either going to rub Cindy's back or ass after chugging her beer to get her hand free. She dropped the bottle on the ground and was now kneeling on the seat with her back towards me. Without looking at Didier, she found the zipper of his pants and got it down, dug in and fumbled around trying to get his dick out through the hole. This proved to be quite a task as she couldn't get his growing member out through the hole and her hand at the same time. He decided to help. He removed her hand and pulled out his wrist-thick, also tanned cock. He was uncircumcised, and when he pulled the foreskin back there was a bead of pre-cum glistening on the bulbous head of this man-weapon. Alice found the head of his cock and used two fingers to smear the pre-cum around the tip. I could see it starting to swell more. Instinctively, I held the bottle of the Corona a little bit longer in my mouth than I needed to as I secretly wished that thing was deep in my throat instead of just pointing to the roof of the van between Alice's fingers. At full attention, he was about 9 inches long and she was barely getting her fingers to lock around it now. She stroked it slowly, using his skin as a semi-lubricant. He shifted in the chair to get a bit more comfortable. It was a bit funny watching these two men with their heads tilted back, one looking up and the other with his eyes closed. I pointed it out to Alice and she tore her eyes away from Cindy's blow job to see the sights happening around her. She finally realized that she too had a job to do.

Alice got on her knees and turned so that her ass was sticking out right up against the window. She would be mooning any other motorist through her shorts the way her ass was pressed up against the glass if they looked hard enough through the window. She wasted no time and licked the side of Didier's cock all the way from the denim at the base, to the very top of his cock. When she got there she swirled her tongue around the head, without putting it in her mouth. She was a tease, we all knew it, and she was good at it. She stroked him a few more times, and even stopped to check on Cindy in the seat behind her. Then she looked at his cock in her hand and drained a line of spit from her mouth to the throbbing cockhead in her hand. As soon at the stringy drop hit his dick she went all the way down and took him into her mouth until her lips hit her hand. I couldn't take it anymore. I was now biting the bottle neck in my hand. The skirt I was wearing was now hiked up and my panties pushed to the side and I moved to sit sideways in the front seat with my knee jutting into Jamie's thigh. I had a perfect view of Alice going to town on Didier's cock. She stroked him and sucked him, licked him and squeezed him. I was rolling my fingers around my clit, while Jamie was opening my hole with two of his fingers. He had them about half way in, and my head was spinning. I needed some cock, and bad. But there was none I could have right now. I grabbed his hand by the thumb and jammed his fingers deeper into me. He got the hint and started going deeper, pulling all the way out and then going back as far as his knuckles would allow pushing hard against my one-day-old waxed pussy lips. He knew my spot, and he was curling his fingers doing the "come here" motion inside me and driving me wild. I was not going to last much longer.

When I was almost there, and it was like he knew, he pulled his fingers from me and put them into his mouth. I watched as he sucked and licked my juices off his fingers and sucked them back out of his mouth. Jamie was looking dead at me. I might have cum, I don't know if I did or not, but I was in a trance. I spread my pussy lips so that he could see where I wanted him and he obliged me by putting his fingers back deep inside me. I closed my eyes and clamped down hard on his fingers while squeezing my legs together. This time, I was sure I came. I gushed all over his "come here" fingers and there was a small pool of wetness gathering in his palm. When I finally opened my eyes, he slid his fingers from my snatch and licked them again and gave me a smile. I was still coming down off my orgasm when I heard Alice talking to Cindy. Paul had not cum as yet, and Didier's shorts were wet with spit. Alice was telling Cindy to slow down so they could orchestrate both of them cumming at the same time. Cindy reluctantly sat up and Paul protested that he was almost there. I would have felt bad for him, but I knew this was not the last orgasm he would be having this weekend. Matter of fact, if he had any cum left by the time the three of us were done with him, I would be surprised. However, Cindy stroked him and slowed her pace. She stopped momentarily to pull off her spaghetti strap and I watched as her tits sprung free. Paul reached over and massaged her tits, squeezing and pulling at them while she went back to stroking him.

Alice was back to work again. She was trying to get as much of Paul's baby arm and apple in her throat as much as she could. Her lips were stretched taut around his shaft. She worked at him feverishly. She had great technique. Alice sucked, slurped, moaned, twisted her hands, licked, spat and rotated her head around his cock without missing a beat. It was like she was dancing with her mouth. Things were heating up fast and I could tell from Didier's moans, and the way he was gripping the seats with his fingers, digging into the leather. Alice looked up and told Cindy to get back to work. Jamie could hardly keep his eyes on the road; they were glued to the rearview mirror and he had a front-row seat to what his wife was doing behind him. With her right hand, Alice pulled the strings to her bikini top and her boobs hung free. Poor Didier with his eyes closed never even realized or I am sure he would have cupped them underneath her. I wanted to cup those lovely orbs myself. Paul let us know that he was getting close. Alice continued to undress further by pulling the button to her shorts and sliding them over her ass with one hand. She put her feet on the floor of the van and stepped out of her shorts with her plump ass sticking out between Jamie and me, all the while still sucking on Didier's pole. Jamie reached back and grabbed a handful of her lush cheeks, and I took the opportunity to part her lips and give her clit a gentle rub. She was dripping wet. I slipped a finger in with no resistance and she wiggled her ass out towards us. Then Didier announced that he was about to explode. With one swift and acrobatic move, Alice broke free of us and straddled Didier and her pussy swallowed all the cock that was sticking out of those shorts, all the way to the zipper. He grunted and grabbed her waist pushing up further into her. Paul behind him had started to cum too. He was moaning loudly as he filled Cindy's mouth with his hot seed. I could hear her swallowing, but I couldn't see. I knew it was a lot because of the gagging, swallowing and slurping sounds. Just in front of him Didier was creaming Alice's walls with his own spurts, shooting streams inside her so much that even being that deep, some started to seep out of her pussy and onto his shorts. Inside she was squeezing him with her muscles, milking every last drop out of his balls and he held on for dear life. Cindy sat up and wiped a few drops from her lips and then sucked the remaining cum off her finger. I couldn't pull my eyes away from this crazy erotic scene. Alice raised her hips off Didier and his still-hard cock came out with a plop and hit the shirt leaving a wet spot just above his navel. Alice grabbed it and got on her knees, shoving cock the as much as she could into his mouth, making she got a taste of both their juices together.

I was so into what was going on, I didn't see that we had pulled over to the side of the road and stopped until my door was opened. Jamie was already opening the sliding door and demanding that both Alice and Didier get in the front and continue driving, while me and him should get in the back. He had a huge bulge in his shorts and was not going to take no for answer. The guys had cum except for him, and he was not having it at all. I stepped out and the four of us switched places. Didier walked around and got into the front seat and Alice was now in the front passenger seat. We were now in the second row. By the time Didier started up the van, Jamie already had his pants down and cock out in hand.... and we still had about 30 minutes more to go before we even got to the cabin.

Part 2?