Chapter 19

Friday September 2 The three weeks since the Hawkins’ dinner had been a whirlwind of sex, content creation, and quiet domesticity at the cabin.

It started the morning after, Thursday, when Debbie woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the cabin window, her body still aching from TD’s deep, slow thrusts and the strap-on pounding she and Holly had given CeCe. The sheets were tangled and sticky, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat, cum, and squirt that lingered like a sweet perfume. Holly was already up, naked in the kitchen brewing coffee, her skin marked with faint red handprints on her ass from TD’s grip.

TD had to carry CeCe home that morning. She was limp and exhausted, still trembling from the double strap-on wrecking. Her pussy and ass sore, stretched, and sensitive after Holly and Debbie had pounded her relentlessly. Her legs wrapped loosely around his waist, head resting on his shoulder, breath shallow and ragged as he walked the path slowly. Debbie and Holly watched from the porch, waving, already planning the next time.

They spent that first day recovering, lazy hours on the deck, sun warming their bare skin, the lake’s gentle lapping a soothing backdrop. Coffee tasted rich and bitter, steam curling in the cool morning air. They talked about the night: CeCe’s screams as they double penetrated her, TD’s thick cock filling each of them in turn, the way his cum had painted their faces while they kissed, sharing the salty, warm load between their tongues. Laughter bubbled up, light and free, mixing with the occasional wince as sore pussies and asses protested any sudden movement.

Over the next few days CeCe was too sore to handle TD’s sizable cock, so true to their word, Debbie and Holly eagerly serviced TD, oftentimes more than once a day. They would walk the path from their place, the crunch of gravel underfoot, the scent of lake water and pine following them. Some nights were slow and sensual, TD taking Holly doggy on the deck while CeCe and Debbie 69ed beside them, tongues slow and deep, moans soft against the evening air. Other nights were rougher. TD and Debbie double teaming Holly, while CeCe watched. CeCe strapping up for the first time and dominating Debbie then Holly.

They filmed private clips, nothing for the site, just for them. Close-ups of stretched holes, cum dripping, faces flushed and smiling.

Beth came up on the weekends. She would arrive Friday evening, usually with a bottle of wine or a new toy, her collar already on, the ring glinting as she stepped through the door. The three of them would spend the nights tangled together. Slow, sensual threesomes in the master bed, Beth’s moans high and breathy as Holly’s tongue circled her clit, Debbie’s fingers curling inside her, drawing out gentle orgasms that left her shaking. Saturdays were for filming: lazy morning wakeups with soft kisses turning to strap-on play. Afternoons of wand challenges and double-ended dildo scissoring. Evenings in the hot tub with wands buzzing low, water rippling with every shudder. Sunday mornings were soft and slow, gentle oral, fingers tracing skin, no rush before Beth headed back to the city, promising to return the next weekend.

By the second week, the party videos kept driving massive revenue. In total there were eight videos that they released on a staggered schedule, each hitting six-figure views within days. Subs doubled again, tips poured in, and they launched a new “Cabin Confessions” series: intimate, slow, sensual encounters filmed in every room of the cabin. Morning after wakeups with gentle oral and fingers; lazy afternoons of scissoring on the deck; nighttime wand sessions in the hot tub under the stars. They kept it personal, no guests, just the two of them exploring each other. Laughing, squirting, coming together in soft, rolling orgasms. Subscribers called it their “most intimate” work yet.

They also grew closer emotionally. Long talks on the deck at sunset about fantasies, boundaries, what they wanted next. Holly confessed she loved the idea of “sharing” the cabin with trusted people. Debbie admitted Jenna’s party made her crave more group play.

They experimented with toys. A shipment arrived with various items: suction wands, remote-controlled vibrators, double-ended strap-ons, flavored lubes. The unboxing video was fun. Holly tearing open boxes, the crinkle of plastic, the scent of new silicone. They tested everything: remote vibes during a walk along the lake path, Holly buzzing Debbie from afar, watching her knees buckle; suction wands on clits while scissoring, the vacuum pull intense, making them come hard and fast, squirting across the deck.

Revenue hit $520,000 by mid-week. Holly’s updates were daily: “Another 10,000 subs. We’re in the top 0.001% now.” They celebrated with champagne, the fizz tickling throats, leading to bubbly kisses that turned into more.

Evenings with TD and CeCe continued, sometimes slow and intimate, sometimes rough and relentless. CeCe would beg for the strap-ons, Holly and Debbie double-penetrating her until she squirted in violent arcs, soaking the sheets, her voice hoarse from screaming. TD would fuck them in turns, deep and powerful, while CeCe watched and touched herself. One night TD carried CeCe home again, her legs unable to support her, breath shallow and ragged.

By the third week, they planned a small intimate party over Labor Day weekend. They agreed that they wanted to invite Jenna and her stepfather/lover James. They also wanted Jenna to reach out to Dr. Richard, T-Bone and Willie. Finally, TD and CeCe were a must.

Monday morning Debbie called Jenna.

“Hey, Jenna,” Debbie said when she picked up. “How’s it going?”

“Better now,” Jenna replied, voice warm. “Missed you. What’s up?”

“This weekend. Labor Day. I know it’s last minute, but we’re doing a long weekend at the cabin. Just us, some friends. You and James in?”

Jenna laughed softly. “Hell yes. What day do you want us to come?”

“Come on Friday. Stay through Monday. Or longer if you want. Bring whatever, but we’ve got the place stocked.”

“James will love it. I’ll tell him. Who else?”

“I don’t know how to get a hold of them, but can you invite Dr. Richard, T-Bone and Willie? Our neighbors, TD and CeCe and Beth will be there as well. That’s it. Small group. Intimate.”

“Perfect. We’ll be there. And I’ll call Dr. Richard right now. Can’t wait to see you two again.”

Debbie smiled. “Same. See you Friday.”

Just after lunch Debbie’s phone pinged with a text from Jenna: T-Bone is out, but Dr. Richard and Willie will be there 🔥🔥🔥. Can’t wait my pussy is getting wet just thinking about it!

They prepped with care, the scent of fresh linens as they made beds, the bubble of the hot tub as they tested it, the clink of glasses as they stocked the bar. Toys cleaned and placed in discreet baskets. The cabin felt alive, ready for more.

By Friday afternoon, everything was set. The air hummed with anticipation.

The first guests arrived at dusk.

Jenna, James and Beth pulled up in Jenna’s SUV. Jenna stepped out in a short white sundress that didn’t quite cover her ass, no bra, nipples hard against the thin fabric. James followed, 6’10 frame towering, wearing khaki shorts and a black polo that stretched across his chest. He was still half hard from the blowjob that Beth gave him on the drive. Beth climbed out last, a drop of cum visible on the corner of her mouth.

Holly greeted them on the porch with hugs, Jenna’s hands sliding down her back to cup her ass, James lifting her off the ground for a deep kiss that left her breathless.