Birthday at the Cabin
At the end of the summer, I was invited to a friend’s birthday party at a cabin. It was supposed to be a small wooden cabin on the edge of the forest, so I planned to wear something loose and comfortable. But since I know how things usually turn out for me at most of these kinds of events, I decided to pack a change of clothes in a plastic bag, including a skirt, pantyhose, and pumps. You never know, and there’s always room in the car. It was a pleasantly warm Saturday afternoon, so the party took place outside in front of the cabin. I was a little taken aback that, even though it was a birthday party, I was the only woman there—otherwise, everything seemed absolutely wonderful. There was a barbecue and drinks, and pleasant music playing—what more could a person ask for? I waited in vain for another woman to show up during the party so I could chat with her. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere began to loosen up a bit, and since the group hadn’t changed, the conversation started to turn to sports, women, and sex. That’s why everyone had left their wives at home—so they could have fun on their own terms. And as is often the case, they started discussing who was doing what in bed at home, how their partners weren’t interested in sex, and similar topics.
Everything was fine until the guest of honor spoke up, saying that things were similar at his house and that he regularly came over to let off some steam with me. “Well, there it is,” I thought to myself. I hadn’t expected the topic to come up. At that moment, all eyes turned to me. “Oh, so that’s how it is? You’re an escort? That’s why that jerk invited you here,” one of the guests said, trying to make sense of my presence. “But in that case, I don’t get why you came with your boyfriend—or whoever he is,” he wondered. “We go everywhere together,” I explained with a smile. Up until that moment, I’d been just one of the guests—someone no one was particularly interested in—who was causing uncertainty among the guys and preventing them from relaxing. All of a sudden, as if everyone had woken up, they started taking an interest in little old me. Before I knew it, I had an arm around my shoulders or on my ass; every few moments, someone would pull me over and sit me on their lap, and we were downing one shot after another. The party got so wild that everyone was looking for someone to hook up with. There’s a wise saying that goes, “Quit while you’re ahead!” and I should have stuck to that. But the end was nowhere in sight yet.
When I went behind the cabin to take a piss, a guy who’d been sitting across from me tagged along and started doing the same thing. He was standing so close that I could feel the splashing droplets hitting my bare thighs. When he shook it off, he turned toward me—still holding his dick—and asked if I’d give him a blowjob. His direct question didn’t surprise me at all, because I suspected that sooner or later it would come to this anyway, now that the reason for my presence had become clear. I smiled and, still squatting with my leggings pulled down over the piss-soaked grass, took him in my hand and began gently stroking him. But that apparently wasn’t enough for him, and he tried to shove it into my mouth. I provocatively parted my lips, running my tongue around them to moisten them, and before his glans could even touch them, he began to spurt frantically all over me. His cum ran down my face onto my blouse and leggings. “Thanks so much, that’s exactly what I needed,” he said contentedly, kissed me on the forehead with a smile, and went off to hang out with the others. I was left crouching there with my bare pussy close to the ground, still buzzing from the pleasurable experience, and I wanted to get fucked! I casually wiped his cooling cum off my face with my hand and headed back through the cabin to get changed.
As I was taking off my blouse and my splattered leggings, I caught a glimpse of someone peeping at me through the window. Maybe he was just walking by and I caught a fleeting glimpse of his face. And since I didn’t know if everyone was in the same mood as the guy from a moment ago, I grabbed the plastic bag with my clothes, went to the restroom instead, and locked myself in. Through the small window, I could hear that the party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time. I was standing with my legs apart over the toilet, wiping droplets of golden rain from my lips, when suddenly the door flew open and his coworker stood before me. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize it was occupied!” he apologized and bolted out like a bullet. “It’s fine, no big deal—I’m done anyway,” I replied, pulled on my pantyhose, and went to freshen up in the kitchenette next door. When he took my place, he struck up a conversation with me, saying he needed to calm down a bit. “I guess I overdid it a bit. Could you make me some coffee, please?” he asked, sitting down in a chair at the table. “Sure, but I need to get my bearings here,” I replied. I deliberately stood with my legs straddling the counter next to him, letting my mini-skirt ride up over my ass, and started making coffee. Suddenly, he stopped talking, and in the reflection of the kitchen counter, I noticed him staring intently at me. I enjoyed provoking him, feeling a cute tingle on my clit. I started getting really horny. “Too bad I wore pantyhose instead of stockings,” flashed through my mind. But then again, I wasn’t wearing any panties, so my shiny, wet labia, pressed against the pantyhose, were visible under my mini-skirt. Suddenly, he stood up, approached me from behind, and started groping me. With one hand, he was fondling my tits and rubbing my nipples; with the other, he was stroking me between my legs and guiding me toward the table. “Don’t be crazy—what if someone comes in? And didn’t you want some coffee, by any chance?” I replied with a smile, but by then I was already lying obligingly spread-eagled on the table with my legs in the air. He didn’t even bother to undress me; he ripped my pantyhose at the crotch, spread my eager lips with his fingers, pulled out his cock, and slid right into me! I cried out in pleasure because I was already horny as hell and needed it. He fucked me so hard and intensely that, as usual, I peed myself. When we both came, he wiped himself off on my skirt, kissed my pussy, grabbed a coffee from the counter, and went to join the others. I lay there for a moment longer, catching my breath and blissfully spreading his cum across my stomach.
From outside, I could hear that the party was winding down—the occasional burst of laughter—but it was no surprise. It was getting late, and the alcohol was taking its toll. It was time to calm down and go to sleep. I climbed down from the table, gave myself a quick once-over, and staggered over to join them. Well, that was a surprise. My boyfriend was asleep with his head propped up on the table, one guy was warming himself by the grill, another was sitting under the table with a bottle in his hand, trying to sing something, and the birthday boy was teaching a cigarette to float in a beer. It was a sight to crack up over. “Guys, we should wrap this up and go to sleep,” I suggested, but it was clear that no one was paying any attention to me. Too bad. I was feeling wonderfully horny and wanted to continue with my boyfriend once everyone fell asleep, even though I wasn’t in any better shape than they were. “Never mind,” I thought to myself, sat down next to the birthday boy, and tried to plant the idea of a well-deserved rest in his head. Instead of answering, he poured me a big shot, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and started kissing me obscenely on the neck, then on the cheek, and finally on the lips. I tried to pull away because I knew we weren’t going to get anywhere like this, but he pulled me close and added his tongue. I didn’t object anymore and gave in. Unfortunately, lust was stronger than fatigue. During this act, he pulled his dick out of his pants, grabbed my hand, and started jerking off with it, saying: “Make me come, you little slut! We’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” After those encouraging words, it was clear that sleep was out of the question. And since I was still nicely worked up from his coworker, I asked him if he’d rather just fuck me and pulled up my skirt so he could see that I wasn’t wearing panties and was ready to get right down to business. “It’s waiting for you,” I tried to whisper with my mouth full, draped my leg over him, and guided his hand to the hole in my torn pantyhose. And to turn him on even more, I dipped my finger in my pussy and let him lick the juices that clung to it. “So? Is she wet enough? Do you want some?” I asked as he licked my finger lecherously and I could feel him twitching in my other hand. Without waiting for an answer, I straddled him. Without hesitation, he guided himself into me and thrust all the way in up to his balls! I rode him like crazy so he could really enjoy it, and I felt the thrill of his throbbing cock as it explored every inch of my pussy. “I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming, fuck!” he shouted, but before I could get off him, I felt a pleasant warmth spreading through my womb. His final cries, however, didn’t go unnoticed by those around us and woke up all the sleepers, who watched the finale of our fuck with fascination. “That’s a relief, huh? I got laid, too,” his friend said and started pouring drinks for everyone again. “Yeah,” the birthday boy agreed, “she’s good at it. Right, babe?” he added, leaning toward me and giving me a kiss. “Hey, hey, but—” his friend tried to add something in a whisper, thinking I wouldn’t hear him, “but, listen to me, can you hear me? Look, but she’s got a really big one,” he finally blurted out. “Dude, and you’re surprised?” he replied, grinning from ear to ear, while I pretended not to notice.
We sat around for a while longer and had a few shots before turning in. In the cabin, we settled down to sleep wherever we happened to end up and wherever there was a suitable spot to lay our heads. I found a bed where my boyfriend and I had both collapsed, and I tried to fall asleep. I was lying naked on my back with my legs slightly apart, feeling the juices of lust still trickling out of my pussy, when he snuggled up to me and slipped his hand between my legs. “What’s this all about?” he blurted out as he ran his finger along my slit. “Shh! Come on, you’re not the first one to touch me today. When you passed out, I was hanging out with the guys, and two of them fucked me,” I whispered in his ear. “You really can’t keep your legs together for a second,” he replied and slid his fingers inside me. He ran them through me for a moment, then turned me so my back was to him and started fucking me. I was so wet that I could barely feel him, so I had to help myself by rubbing my clit with my finger. We tried to be as quiet as possible, but unfortunately, we didn’t go unnoticed. I heard some whispering accompanied by footsteps, and then I caught a glimpse of a silhouette heading toward us. It was pitch black; only the moonlight illuminated parts of the room here and there, so I had no idea who was coming to put a stop to us. My partner apparently didn’t notice and just kept fucking me! I was lying on my side at the edge of the bed, so he probably couldn’t see over me. But everything turned out to be completely different from what I’d naively assumed. The mysterious figure stopped right by my head; instead of speaking, he pulled down his briefs and began brazenly rubbing his wet glans all over my face, trying to find my mouth. I wasn’t even surprised. How can anyone sleep when they’re getting fucked right behind their back? When my lips finally met his cock, it flashed through my mind that this was the guy who’d wanted a blowjob behind the cabin, but ended up cumming before it even happened. “Well, here’s your second chance,” I thought to myself, eagerly opening my mouth for him so he could finally enjoy it. While one guy was fucking me from behind, the other was cumming in my mouth. It was pretty tough to hold on in that position, especially since the guys weren’t in the best shape after a rough night and my guy kept slipping out of me every few moments. When my boyfriend noticed we weren’t alone anymore, he turned away from me and lay on his back to rest. I couldn’t ignore that, so with my mouth full, I slowly moved over to him, jerked him off, and, leaning forward deeply, straddled him, determined to make him come at any cost, while I gave the other guy a blowjob from the front, straddling him over his head. It turned me on so much, and the first waves of orgasms—which could no longer be held back—weren’t long in coming. I was so absorbed in my role that I had no idea what was going on around me. It wasn’t until I felt someone else’s hot breath on my back and a couple of extra hands groping my tits that I noticed the presence of two others who didn’t want to go unnoticed. The one groping my tits stood to the side and took turns with the one in front, letting me jerk him off and suck him. And the guy who was breathing down my neck shoved himself hard into my ass, despite my boyfriend’s dick being stuck in my pussy. All my love holes were filled at once. Luckily, I was pretty tipsy, so I managed to handle it somehow. After a while, they started switching places, so in the dark I had no idea who was where, whose dick I was sucking, whose I was jerking off, or who was fucking my ass. The only certainty was my boyfriend, who stayed lying beneath me with his dick in my pussy, while the others took turns like on a merry-go-round. That was too much for me! Every few moments, someone was somewhere else, and I was having an unbelievable experience accompanied by a never-ending wave of orgasms. My pussy was dripping onto my boyfriend’s stomach, and I was sliding across it like I was on Vaseline, while a lagoon of pleasure formed beneath us. The guys gradually started to cum, shooting all over me wherever they pleased. Some stayed seated on the bed, catching their breath, while others staggered off to sleep. I was still sitting on my boyfriend, who was already half asleep, and I could feel his cum slowly trickling down my feverish body. I leaned down toward him, kissed him, and collapsed limply beside him. I was still trembling all over from the lingering orgasms, caressing my stiff nipples and savoring the feeling of being a beautifully used slut. Dawn was slowly breaking, and we all passed out from exhaustion.
The next day, as we gradually gathered around noon for coffee, I couldn’t even sit down—my ass was so fucked up, not to mention my pussy. I stood with my legs apart next to the table, wondering how I’d make it through the grueling trip home that still lay ahead of us. I’ll remember this birthday at the cabin for a long time, because I was the one who got the best present!
