A Look Around the Cabin

"Mmmh...aah," moaned out Kimberly Goose. The platinum blonde was lying on the twin-sized bed in the hobby room completely naked, her nightie on the floor below her. Her fingers were desperately trying to quell the sexual desires consuming her small body. It had been far too long since she had had a good fucking. With the divorce pending, she had to be careful back in Arbor Corners; getting caught fucking could throw a wrench into her demands. Her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Lawrence, might be an absent-minded professor, but she imagined that even he had begun to at least suspect she had not exactly been faithful to her marriage vows. If he ever got motivated to check into her past, he would find a slew of ex-lovers scattered all around the town but worse all around campus. Lawrence's students, teaching assistants, and colleagues composed quite a vast majority of her affairs list.

Despite her string of lovers throughout their marriage, a part of Kimberly still loved Larry. He was a kind, caring man that would be heartbroken to find out she had betrayed him over and over, even worse with people he considered friends. Worse for Kimberly would be the reaction her friends, many in the cabin at the moment, had to the news of her constant philandering. Nearly all of them had been disappointed when they heard the news of the divorce. She knew most of their friends probably took Larry's side and that they would have preferred him to be here this weekend instead of her. However, for at least this reunion, she had a far stronger claim to be present.

The platinum blonde had a simmering sex drive growing up, but it had flared up in her early thirties. She hadn't gone this long without sex in years and was about to explode. With her fingers strumming her clit, her other hand palming her B-cup-sized breast, she thought back to earlier today. Kimberly had nearly creamed herself when she saw how handsome Gabriela and Jefferson's son, Jared, had filled out. He carried his muscular body with a confident swagger that she just knew meant he was spreading his wild oats all over Rattle Ridge. She had heard the talk from Gabby about how big of a cock Jeff had, so she imagined his son inherited a similar-sized one. Standing next to this young prime piece of meat before dinner had left her in a tizzy. She barely could hold back from tearing his pants down to see what was underneath.

"Oh yeah..." she sighed as she crept closer to releasing her tension. She moved her thoughts to Austin, the boyfriend of Clive and Rachel's youngest daughter. She had met him a few times before, and while finding him to be a handsome young man, he had seemed to be lacking a quality she couldn't place. Now seeing him again, she realized it had been because he had still been a little boy unsure how to act around women. Apparently, sometime in the recent past, he had lost his virginity, as he now came across as a man who knew what to do with women. His face carried a smug grin; one Kimberly would love to knock off his face as she would show the teen who was the true conqueror.

Yet, the most delicious seduction would be Sean Tarver. The other two young men interested her little. One was still a little boy scared of girls; the other seemed bland. Sean appeared to be entirely corruptible. Kimberly had noticed his intriguing interaction with Gabriela in the kitchen and how he eyed up Fred's latest plaything. So the Tarver boy was definitely open to the idea of older women. Kimberly could not think of a greater feeling of satisfaction than seducing and corrupting that bitch Bridget's son. After all these years of putting up with her bossy attitude and making Kimberly feel like an outsider in the clique, it would be sweet ****. What's that saying? **** is a dish best served cold? Well, the best **** would be Bridget walking in on her baby boy, pounding the shit out of me, and loving my pussy so much that he would refuse to stop for his mother.

"Fuck...fuck me...Sean, fuck me!" she panted out as her fingers flicked her clit rapidly. Finally, her badly needed release came. And it came as a flood bursting out of a dam. Kimberly was surprised to see she had squirted. "Holy shit, I haven't ever squirted this way."

Too bad I can't actually let Bridget catch me fucking her son. I would probably get banished by all my friends for that. Still, I'm not leaving this stay without getting fucked, and by one of those teenagers sounds delightful.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, three teenage girls were sleeping soundly. In the middle, Whitney was flanked by Ramsey towards the door to the hallway and Lacey on the side facing the lake. While two of the girls were exhausted from their strenuous adventures, all three dreamed vivid scenes.

Ramsey's dream, befitting her personality, was the most wholesome and romantic. She stood in front of family and friends in an apple orchard. An elegant white dress caused her to stand out among the crowd. It featured a bundle of lace, a dip in the front that featured just a hint of cleavage, and a long gown that trailed behind her. Through the white veil, she waited impatiently for her soulmate to arrive. Ramsey experienced this dream enough that her brain felt déjá vu, only this time Micah was amongst her friends in the rows of seats instead of walking down the aisle towards her.

Lacey stood on the football field with her cheerleading squad. Their routine was being executed perfectly. The crowd was enthralled with their spunky attitude, the sway of their hips, the bounce of their breasts, and the school spirit they radiated. Whitney and Caterina kneeled down as they neared the end of their choreographed performance, cupping their hands. Lacey proceeded to crouch down after stepping onto their hands; the other two girls then lifted her up. One. Two. Three. They moved her up and down before finally launching their petite cheermate high into the air. Only once airborne did Lacey realize she didn't have a stitch of clothing on.

Whitney experienced a Christmas Village scene infused with LSD. Surreal images flashed in her mind in quick bursts. A snow-covered path lined with giant candy canes on each side. An ice castle inspired by the film Frozen. Surrounding the castle were little Smurf huts. A great hall lined with gigantic Christmas trees. A candy throne situated on the top of a tall pile of wrapped presents. Sitting on their throne in a Santa Claus-style cloak sat the Christmas queen. Her cloak opened, exposing a pair of magnificent breasts. Her pussy covered by the head of a man presently pleasuring her with his tongue. The queen surveyed the scene far below. Snowmen fucking female elves, decked out in red and green outfits, from behind. Whitney a spectator among the crowd fucking. Whitney, now the queen, looking down to see the identity of the person licking her pussy. The identity revealed she screamed in shock and pleasure.

"Damn, so good. So good. So fucking good," the older, lanky man murmured out at the feeling of his younger girlfriend's snug pussy. Fredrick Singer loved young pussy. It helped to take his mind off of all the problems in his life. He also had an uncanny knack for getting his dick inside of it. College students, interns, and secretaries at the offices he visited, young wives who discovered marrying early wasn't the fairy tale they expected, none of them would give the slim, tall man much of a thought at first. That was until he opened his mouth and turned on his comedic charm. Some women found power, money, arrogance, or size to be their weakness in men, but for Fred, it was making them laugh. Laughter spread more legs than most people could have imagined, and for him, it was second nature. He had been the class clown since the very first day of kindergarten and never forgot it was the easiest way to get people to like you.

"Right there, Fred...just like that," whimpered out his latest conquest. Skye Willows. Pretty perfection; she'd been a tough nut to crack. When he first saw the breathtaking brunette three years ago as a waitress at Goforth's, he had tried his usual bag of tricks. Yet, nothing could get her in-between his sheets. She clearly found him funny and liked him, but as a friendly customer. Even as he made his way through other young beauties, she was on his mind. Her resistance to his charms just made her more desirable, as only one other young woman had reacted similarly, and he had married that woman. Persistence and her disappointment in men her own age had eventually paid off for him. Now she was lying beneath him with her legs on his shoulders in his old buddy's new cabin.

"You see the looks on all their faces? They all wanted you, babe," Fred proudly boasted, getting a sexy smile in return. Skye was a contradiction in many ways. Naturally, a shy, self-deprecating woman, she loved, if not craved, knowing people found her desirable. "Even some of the women. And those kids...fuck, I bet they would sell their souls just to see you naked."

The thought of how jealous his old friends must be of him banging her finally proved too much. "I can't...hold out... much more," he warned her.

"Just a little longer! Almost there...oh," the young beauty sighed in disappointment as she felt him cum inside of her.

"Sorry...babe...too sexy," Fred huffed out between gasps of air, rolling off Skye and falling asleep in minutes.

Is it possible for a woman to be too sexy? Newt wondered. Lying in his top bunk of the boathouse bunkroom, he was unable to sleep. It wasn't Austin's light snoring or Jared's deep breathing keeping him awake; thoughts of Skye consumed his mind. Once the others had left to go out to the hot tub, he had quickly found her Instagram page. Scrolling through picture after picture, the teenager had been captivated by the sight of the lovely brunette in tight dresses, yoga outfits, bikinis, and lingerie. Unlike most young men his age, Newt rarely ogled attractive women, whether in person or online.

Samantha Denton, his mother, had been widowed while still in her early twenties. A strikingly attractive dark-skinned woman, men had swooped in thinking she was lonely, easy prey. After dating several suitors, she had become disillusioned by the character of most men towards pretty women. Vowing her son would never become the sort to objectify or use women, she had hammered home to him at a young age to be polite and respectful to the opposite sex. It was those lessons that now left Newt conflicted.

Of course, Newt had jerked off to girls he found attractive before today. However, in his fantasies were girls he knew, that he had some connection with no matter how minor. Classmates, cheerleaders, teachers, sisters of his friends, but all his fantasies involved him dating them. Never had he truly looked upon a woman and only imagined her as nothing but a person to fuck. With Skye, he had done that very thing tonight. Twice. Still, even with the tremendous guilt he was experiencing, he couldn't stop returning to the images now seared into his brain. Skye in a little black dress, balancing on one foot as she sexily fixed her other heel. The brunette in skintight yoga pants down on all fours, in a painful-looking position, as she smirked back at the camera. The wannabe model pushing herself up on the side of a pool, her body and hair dripping wet, as her flimsy, sky blue bikini straining to hold in her large breasts, nipples erect against the thin material. The ultimate picture looked to be from Halloween a few years back. The young head-turner was in a tight and short Supergirl costume, her hair dyed blonde, the same shade she now had in highlights with her brown hair.

Dammit, I'm hard again. No way I'm doing anything with four other guys in the room. It's going to be a long night. At least I'm not the only one having a hard time. Sounds like Sean is having a nightmare below me.

Sean currently resided in heaven. His tongue dueled with another belonging to the gorgeous strawberry blonde straddling his lap. His hands were down under the hot tub's water, gripping a phenomenal ass. Breaking off the passionate kiss, Ramsey leaned back from him, "Oh, Sean, why did it take me so long to realize we were meant to be together?"

"We're together now; that's all that matters, Ram," he answered back with a short kiss.

"But I feel awful for taking so long to notice you. It's all my fault," the Ramsey pouted adorably at him. "Maybe you deserve an apology, a special apology."

Sean watched in awe as the innocent redhead reached up and pulled the straps of her white one-piece swimsuit off her shoulders, leading her to bare her breasts to a man for the first time. With a smirk, he uttered. "Apology accepted" before leaning down to capture a pink nipple with his lips.

The door to the lower sunroom banged open. A dark-haired teenager stormed into the room, wearing only a tiny black robe and a pissed-off frown. "Get away from my man, you homewrecker!"

"Be-Beyza, what are you doing here?" Sean sputtered out in shock.

"He's my man now! You shouldn't have let him get away, you dumb bitch," Ramsey lashed out at Sean's former girlfriend.

"Please...your prudish ass doesn't know how to take care of him," Beyza Baris snickered, her hands loosening the robe belt. With a shrug of her shoulders backward, the black satin robe slid off her body, exposing C-cup breasts, olive skin, and part of her amazing ass. "You can't compete with all this," she proclaimed, running her hands down over her body.

"Really? That's all you got," the redhead snorted as she stood up and stripped of the rest of her one-piece suit. "Sean clearly prefers the wholesome model, not your skanky ass." Adding insult to injury, Ramsey flung her wet swimsuit into Beyza's face.

"Fucking kill you," the sexy girl of Mediterranean heritage screeched as she sprinted up the deck stairs before launching herself at the once uptight redhead. Sean sat frozen as the two teens tussled right in front of him. Slaps rang out, shrieks of pain from hair pulling, gasps for air as they dunked each other under the water. Suddenly, he went slack-jawed when the two combatants began making out passionately. "Oh, Ramsey!" Beyza moaned out as her schoolmate sucked on her neck. "Why would we ever fight over Sean when he's more than enough man for both of us."

"Oh, gawd! You are so right, Bey. We can share him!" Both girls now turned their heads to look at their flustered, newly minted joint-boyfriend hungrily. Ramsey's face grew nervous, "Beyza, I'm a virgin. Do you think you could go first and show me how to do it?"

Sean found himself lying down on the deck, Ramsey next to him sitting cross-legged, as Beyza slowly lowered herself onto his steel cock. The dark-haired teen sighed with pleasure as she bottomed out, the redhead watching mimicked her with a sigh of her own satisfaction. Beyza began to move, raising her hips until his head of his cock nearly popped out of her before she plunged back down. She repeated the motion over and over, slowly increasing the pace. Sean gripped his ex-girlfriend's hips firmly as he watched her large breasts go from swaying to now bouncing wildly as she increased the speed of her movements. The lusty minx began moaning out exclamations in Turkish, surprising Sean as he was sure she knew only a little of her father's language. Part of his brain told him it didn't matter, none of this was real, but he just shook that off.

Unable to say on the sidelines any longer, Ramsey cupped one of Beyza's breasts as her tongue slathered all over it. Pulling her lips away for a second, the redhead turned to her new lover, "Gawd, I can't believe how hot it is to suck another girl's tits," she admitted, launching her face back down onto the bouncing breasts. Sean used his right hand to grab Beyza's free breast and his left hand to play with Ramsey's own perky breasts.

Sean closed his eyes in an effort to stave off his orgasm. Marveling at how amazing their breasts were, he was rewarded by feeling them grow even larger. "Seanie, do you like watching me tongue fuck my bestie's tits?" Snapping his eyes open, he was shocked to see Rachel Stratton's gorgeous face smirking back at him.

"Fuck yeah, he does. Our little man is now a stud. Fuuuccckkk, I just knew it. He's got an amazing fuckstick!" shrieked out Gabriela Lockett, bucking wildly on his cock. Her D-cup tits, covered in sweat and saliva, swinging violently around like weapons of mass destruction. "Suck a fucking bad boy! Fucking his mom's oldest friends!"

"Totally. A bad boy we need to keep satisfied. Far too bad for our daughters to be around," Rachel purred, leaning over to feed her DD-cup breasts into his dumbfounded mouth. After letting him alternate back and forth several times between her massive globes, Mrs. Stratton spun around, placing her steaming cunt over his mouth.

"Mom! What the fuck are you doing?" screamed a furious Jared Lockett.

"Mother, how could you?" whimpered Lacey Stratton.

Unable to see, Sean heard the two MILFs respond to their offspring in unison, "It's okay, kids. Sean's your father now."

Sean's whole body lurched forward as he snapped out of his dream, looking around madly at his surroundings. Seeing the bunkroom, he sighed in relief, sagging back into the bed. A few moments later, he lifted the sheet to confirm his whole body was drenched in sweat. However, he noticed an additional source of liquid down near his waist.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," he mumbled out upon noticing he busted a nut during his crazy dream.

"Sean? You okay down there?" he heard whispered from above.

"I'm fine, Newt. Just a fucked up dream," he quietly let his friend know.

Inside the first floor den, Harvey Diamond spent another night tossing and turning. The fold-out bed wasn't the issue; it was surprisingly only mildly uncomfortable; instead, the cabin owner was once again troubled by a recurring dream. This dream had started up nearly two months ago. At first, he had it maybe once a week, but then it became twice a week, and since arriving at the cabin, it appeared every night.

Harvey could only remember fragments upon waking each time. In the dream, he was worried about catching up to someone. He would be on foot chasing after a person leaving in a car, a train, or at the airport. The location may have rotated between those three, yet the outcome was, without fail, the same. He never could catch up to the mysterious person, waking up from the utter dejection he felt.

The most obvious guess would be the dream was about Shenai leaving, but some part of Harvey felt that it wasn't. Was it about business? Some sleep metaphor for his causing the women in his life to leave him? All Harvey knew was that it had to stop soon. The loss of sleep wasn't healthy for him. If it continued at this increased rate, he might have to break down and see a therapist after this trip. Harvey dreaded the notion of letting another person into his thoughts.

"Clive, turn off the light and come to bed," Rachel groggily ordered her husband from the bed.

Clive Stratton sat at the small desk inside the second-floor bedroom, reading over some case notes. There were no major criminal cases planned for the start of the new year, yet he found one trial for fraud disconcerting. He couldn't place his finger on what caused this uneasy feeling. "Just a few more moments. I want to go over this again."

"Oh honey, is that the Klackhurst case again?" she asked, waking up more. "Regina and Winona will be fine. You taught them well; let them handle their case how they see fit."

"I know, I know. It's just the Klackhursts worry me. They aren't about to abandon one of their own, and with their unscrupulous methods, they'll find a way to screw this case up. You know that family is vindictive as hell too."

"I understand, but honey, you need some sleep. Enjoy your rare time away from the office for once," Rachel added, now sitting up in the bed and patting it. "Now, get over here."

With a loud sigh, Clive did just that after turning off the lights. "I'm just going to lie here and keep on thinking about it."

"Yes, dear, I know. Besides, I think you should be worrying more about your friend at the moment," she suggested turning to face him in the dark.

"Friend? Who?"

"Harvey. Don't tell me you didn't notice how troubled he was," his wife stated.

"Of course, I did. The whole situation with Shenai is a blow for his ego, but what can I do about it?" he wondered. "You know, Harve; he'll bounce back soon with his usual happy-go-lucky outlook on life."

"Shenai isn't all of it. The man is clearly out of sorts. I've known him far longer than you, and I've never seen him like this...well, not since The Breakup. That's still the worst...I think," pondered Rachel remembering the distant past.

"You think with the cabin finally finished, Harvey will have some parties again?" Jefferson Lockett asked, looking up at his wife.

"How would I know. He's your friend; ask him," a slightly annoyed Gabriela pointed out.

"I was just wondering, alright. Shenai was kind of his party planner, and now she's not around."

"Ohhh, so this is about Shenai," she drawled out.

"Yeah, I'm going to miss her. She was a nice woman, good for Harvey," Jeff answered back a little defensively.

"And it was nothing to do with her openness to anything sexual?" she laughed at how transparent her husband could be.

"That's not the only reason I liked her!"

"Am I boring you?" an exasperated Gabby asked, looking down to where she was impaled on his giant cock.

"What? No! Just this--the old place brings back a lot of memories," Jeff stammered out.

"If I am, I can go find another hard cock around here to take care of me," Gabby sternly told him. Of course, she acted far madder than she was. She loved Jeff dearly, but he could be gullible at times, making him a ripe target for teasing. "Hmm, you know little Sean is not so little anymore."

"Gabby!"

"Just saying. He's grown up quite a bit, in more ways than one," she double-downed after seeing the shocked look on Jeff's face. "I felt him, you know. In the kitchen, when we first got here. He felt...impressive."

"Jesus Christ, Gabby! He's our friends' son!" her husband shouted out, though she noticed the cock inside her hadn't softened one bit.

"Wouldn't be the first son of a friend I took around the world," the dark-haired MILF reminded.

"Shit, Cooper's mom hasn't been your friend since childhood," Jeff pointed out. "That was way too dangerous. His parents still might find out. Or what if Jared and Jules discover what you did."

"Oh, please. Like you haven't dipped your giant wick into some girls the kids liked. How many babysitters did your babymaker ruin for other men? There was Amy, Kristy, Naomi, Stacey, and don't forget most of them were our neighbors' kids."

"They--that was different, and you know it," Jeff defended himself, thinking back to those delectable babysitters.

"Hmm, how about if you let me take Seanie out for a ride, I'll dye my hair and dress up in younger clothes for a few days. I'll role-play any ex-babysitter you want," Gabby offered while cracking a smile. "Last time, it drove you wild."

Jeff noticed his wife's smile and realized she had gotten him again with her act. Grabbing a firm hold of her hips, he spun themselves over until he was now the one on top of her. "You're going to do it because you love your man and not as some deal. You hear me?"

"Ahh...Valentines...I will..." Gabby squeaked out as her bear of husband spread her legs wide and jackhammered into her dripping cunt.

"And you'll leave Sean alone?"

"Ooh...fine...just flirting...for now."