Trapped in a Cabin

For much of the day the girls were left alone. Three girls in blue gingham long dresses moving around the cabin trying to be helpful. They were guests, but guests who had been rescued and owed their lives to the men. The least they could do wash sweep, and wash and tidy. They could hardly do things outside in the snow.

Of course they talked. Talked of their rescue, their deliverance by seeing that chink of light from the single window. They could so easily have missed it, and what might, or rather, would have happened if they had not seen it, and whether they were being searched for. They had not heard the sound of helicopters or anything. Would hope already be fading? Would their friends realise there was little hope for girls out in weather like that which swirled outside the log cabin's window.

And then there were the men to discuss - and what they had done. The men were the main topic of conversation.

"Will they... again... tonight?" It was Cess. "They are so big."

"They are that!" Rachie's quick response had the other girls looking at her.

"Well, they are, um, very male."

"Bigger than Ed?"

"Oh, err, much."

"They are bigger than Joe too," said Cess. "I thought he was big. Oh, what will he think of all this?"

The thought of boyfriends turned the girls silent for a while. Tanny thought of Lennie as she stared out of the window at the whiteness all around. What he must be feeling now. Poor darling Lennie. So kind, so considerate, so keen to be reasonable, so ready to take offence at any suggestion of any infringement of women's rights. She could not see the men of the cabin having much truck with those! Poor sweet Lennie. She pictured him walking towards her across the floor in that hotel they had stayed in Indianapolis when she had followed him on a business trip; coming from the bathroom, pink, rather hairless, and erect. They had not had intercourse then, that had come later. It had been so lovely lying together end to end on the bed, his lips seeking her sex and she taking his penis in her mouth. No words, just sucking and licking until they had both come. Tanny closed her eyes remembering the feel of Lennie's penis in her mouth, the touch of his tongue all around and in her sex and the inevitable hot spurting. Of course she had swallowed. She liked doing that. Liked the feel of a man's penis in her mouth. Liked that other sort of intercourse. It was good to suck.

Lennie's a normal penis, but it did not measure up to Abe and his fellows - not at all. In her mind's eye the image of her holding Lennie's penis up against Abe's. It would tower over it and be so visible either side of Lennie's, perhaps quite deflationary to his ego and - Tanny could but smile - his erection.

"Lennie, this is Abe, he rescued me."

"Err, pleased to meet you."

Tanny turned from the window. Were the other girls feeling the same? Were they too finding the maleness of Abe, Grill and Jed unnerving? She could feel a stirring, a moistening under her gingham dress. It was just a natural female reaction, she could not help it.

"Yeah, Lennie doesn't measure up either. More than a knob's worth."

"Tanny!"

"And, sure, they're going to do the same tonight."

"They mustn't." It was Cess being unrealistic and impractical. Rachie told her so.

"Don't be silly, Cess, how can we stop them? We can hardly run away, escape if you like. Yes, we've our boots, yes, are things are dry, yes, we can take furs, but which way to go and how are we going to move in a straight line in this blizzard even if we knew where to go? They're going to want to have us and don't strike me as the sort of men who don't get what they want! I wish they'd shower first though. I missed not having my morning shower. Doesn't feel right."

"No shower," said Tanny, "if you want them clean then we'd better boil the water for the tin bath like they did. I bet they don't normally bother. They're men after all! If we want our men clean we'd better bathe them."

"Our men?"

"Well, you know what I mean."

Guessing when the men would reappear was not easy but they had pots of water warm and ready. Water they could reheat when the men came home. Home to find the girls had been doing girl things around the house, sweeping, fetching water from the well (another rope to that) and cooking. There were not, though, flowers in a vase. That, they could not achieve! Supper was ready.

A noise of dogs, of barking and the men were back. There was blood on their furs. They had been hunting and butchering. The skinned leg of an animal dropped on the table. The girls recoiled.

"For stewing..." It was obvious what was meant.

Their pleasure in finding the girls had cooked supper evident, their amusement at seeing the cabin so clean and tidy very clear, their readiness for the food unsurprising. They sat and ate with the girls, girls who had insisted they washed their hands first, indeed had washed them for them - they had plenty of hot water after all.

Three girls in their blue gingham dresses: three big men not in furs but still in their outdoor clothes - did they have any others?

It was only after the men were replete was the suggestion of a bath made.

"But we bathed yesterday when you three was all frozen up."

The girls were insistent, even to the extent of undressing Grill much to the amusement of the others - and himself.

"And you can put that away," Tanny's hand slapped, it was like hitting a chunk of wood - almost, "this is bath time not..."

"Yeah, put it away, Grill!" Jed's hand too slapped, but much harder, sending the erect penis sharply to the left only for Abe to slap it back again.

The men seemed to find that a great laugh, but there was no let up in Grill's erection when he settled himself into the freshly poured bath. His big purple coloured knob stuck up out of the water. There was no let up when the girls used the bar of soap, no let up when they washed his hair, no let up when they, with business like efficiency, washed his more private parts.

The extent of Grill's massive penis was much more visible with his black hair slicked back by the water but a vigorous towelling from the girls soon fluffed that up and it was again half hidden in what was almost a ball of black curls. Tanny had not seen the like, hairs growing way up the actual shaft, so, so different from Lennie, but, there again, Lennie shaved completely. She could not help thinking that, standing naked beside Grill he would look so much the little boy compared to Grill -- Grill very much the grown man.

Grill seemed completely unfazed standing naked and erect in a room with two other men and three girls. He stood, unmoving with arms folded, watching as the girl's attention turned to Jed. Tanny could not help glancing at him - such a strong figure of a man, and such a fine un-drooping erection. With his pelt of black hair he was almost a bear man - a bare, bear man!

It was only when fair haired Jed had been undressed did Grill move, taking a sudden lunge towards his half erection clearly aiming to give it a real whack. The counter, the defensive counter from Jed, was lightning fast catching his wrist and avoiding the blow.

There were big grins from both men.

"Come on boys, no fighting, bath time," Rachie actually sounded stern.

Tanny wondered if fighting or wrestling was one of the men's pastimes. Trials of strength. The idea of two men wrestling naked strangely exciting to her, their limbs moving and muscles bulging as they sought a hold, their tight buttocks clenched as they moved seeking to hold the other down and win and to see their penises flopping around, their big balls swinging or perhaps even both erect as they fought. Tanny could not help herself. She did find the idea of the victor pulling the vanquished off rather erotic, seeing the loser writhing to get away and prevent the inevitable until finally, there it was, the semen pumping out as she watched, the victor then turning to her knowing she was the prize for the victor - his semen to be expelled within her.

Jed too settled in the bath, freshly topped up with more hot water. His penis not so much sticking up out of the water as showing a little like a half-submerged log with one end floating higher than the other. A pale pink log, Tanny noted Jed's knob did not have the ruddy, almost purple colour of Grill's, but almost matched the rest of it. Big though and rather pointed. She wondered if the others were taking as much interest as she. It was all so wrong but had the girls been boys rescued by three big breasted Amazons would not the boys have ogled at bathtime. Of course, boys being boys they would hardly have objected to being used by the Amazons; would have been very happy being forced by busty, big girls into sexual intercourse: so why should Rachie, Cess and herself not ogle these 'hunks' of manhood?

Nothing like as hirsute as his fellows, nonetheless Jed's fair hair rather covered his body as if the mountain life encouraged the growth of a fine pelt, a fine soft growth of fair hair. Terrible really, but Tanny noticed both Rachie and Cess washed his erection. Perhaps Cess had not seen that Rachie had already done that.

By the time they were towelling Jed dry, Abe had undressed himself and was settling into the bath.

"Mind yourself! Don't want to pour boiling water on that!" Rachie tipped the water from the kettle into the bath between his spread knees

'No indeed!' thought Tanny and she was quick to reach out and pull both penis and ballocks out of the way.

Three really big and naked men, all nicely bathed which meant it was the girls' turn next. They declined the 'kind' offers of the men to help them and each, in turn, pulled her own gingham dress off and washed.

It was perhaps a forlorn hope, pulling their gingham dresses back on again after bathing. It was obvious enough to Tanny that the girls were going to be inseminated again, it must have been obvious to her friends as well. They could hardly miss the three big erections which had not at all subsided - not with the interest of watching young girls bathe, watching girl hands move soapily over naked girl flesh. Not only obvious to Tanny but an idea, she had to admit, was not totally unattractive. She was not unmoved by the men, found their masculinity, their strength and power as well as their rough and hairy appearance to her liking. She could feel the swelling and wettening as her body prepared herself for coitus. Tanny could not help it, could not help wondering which of those penises was going to be pushing into her and which would leave the contents of its balls behind. Awful to think of Lennie and yet be looking forward to being taken.

The men were looking at the girls and saying something between themselves. Tanny rather suspected they were agreeing who was going to take which girl.

She was right. No preliminaries, no gentle stroking, no undressing even, the men just picked up the girls as if they were dolls and swung them into position. It was almost balletic. One moment Tanny was on her feet: the next she had been lifted, legs opened and Grill's erection thrust into her. With nothing on under the dresses there was no impediment to the penetration - and certainly not with how wet she was. It was a shock and not just to her. Cess' face was a picture, her mouth just open as if she had been goosed - but it was rather more than that.

It was not private; not that you could see the join of the men to the girls within the blue gingham dresses but it was certainly communal intercourse. Sexual intercourse between naked men and clothed girls, the strong tree trunk thighs of the men having no difficulty supporting the extra weight. Tanny could not but admire the flexing buttocks of Abe and Jed as they walked their chosen girls around the room.

There was no move towards the bed, it was clearly to be intercourse standing, the men walking around with the girls 'attached' conversing. Amazingly, for she would never have dreamt before of having sexual relations with Lennie whilst in the same room as Rachie and Cess. It would not have occurred to her to suggest they all made love in the same room together yet, now, she found herself talking to her friends as three coupled pairs moved around the room, as Grill's hairy - she could indeed feel that - penis moved up and down within her. So big, so filling. Strange to see her friends rising and falling in their gingham dresses as the men moved them, strange to know what was happening between their thighs, within the cotton of their dresses and even sometimes to hear the sounds - squelching, sucking sounds.

"Ooooh," gasped Rachie.

Tanny had not seen it before and she doubted Cess had either, but as she stared at her friend, she watched Rachie's mouth move into the shape of an 'O' and her eyes widen, a sort of vacant, amazed look came over her and Tanny realised she was seeing her friend have an orgasm.

Cess giggled, clearly amused at what she was seeing, and it came to Tanny that far from hating what was happening all the girls were enjoying the sexual experience. Quite awful, really, when Lennie, Joe and Ed were probably out now searching for them, worried and so concerned at what had happened to them: but it was not as if they were married or anything to their boyfriends. Perhaps there were hundreds of rescuers combing the mountainside, though that seemed sort of unlikely given the continuing heavy snow.

The steady thrusting of Grill soon pushed such thoughts from her mind. Like Abe the night before he made her feel so full: but it was not just his penis, wonderful though that was, that excited her but the sheer strength of the man as he carried her around the cabin and lifted her up and down on his pole as if she was as light as a feather. She could no more have lifted Rachie or Cess like that, any more than she could have fucked them. She had neither strength nor equipment! Even Grill's hairiness was a turn on. Before she might have been a bit disparaging about men with beards and so much body hair - some trite remark about 'Neanderthal' perhaps - but not now.

"Was that nice?" It was Cess asking Rachie.

It was clear Rachie had not really quite finished, her answer coming in short gasps, "Fuck yes, it's so big and he just keeps on moving. I...I think it's going to happen again..."

Another waking, another morning. The girls waking to find themselves once more alone. No sign of the men, but outside the snow still blew across the window. How did the men find their way around in such a white world? Perhaps they knew paths between the trees, had their own way of knowing where they were and where they were going. Tanny for her part was grateful for the rope leading to the outside privy. It was so cold outside.

There was less to do, they had tidied the day before, housework enough certainly for one woman but not three.

Without the men present they dressed themselves in their own clothes and felt better for a time but their rebellion was a bit short lived. They knew the men would not be pleased and instead found themselves ironing and putting their things away in a drawer for the time when they would be able to go back down the mountain. It felt a little like closing a door, or rather a drawer, on a different and modern world and accepting for a time they were somewhere more primitive, a harsher outback or frontier world where a man's bidding was the law. Freshly ironed they slipped their blue gingham dresses back over their heads. They did not think the men would want them to have underclothes.

Much of the afternoon was spent preparing and slow cooking the haunch of meat provided the day before, seeing how tasty they could make it for the men's return. It took a lot of discussion and thought. The girls were not used to cooking, indeed had done little themselves. "Who cooks nowadays?" Cess had asked. It did rather depend on whether you were in the city or the deep backwoods!

The men were delighted to stamp in with ice in their beards to the smells of a good mess bubbling away above the fire. There was no signs of the difficulties the girls had found without a proper electric stove and in understanding how to rig the pot above the fire.

The girls asked about what the men had been doing, tried to ask sensible questions about trapping and working in the mountains and Cess even ventured to ask why if the men could trap and move around why could they not show the girls back down to the valley and road?

The men had been emphatic. Too dangerous, too far, out of the trees and less than wise in that weather. The girls had no means of knowing if this was so or it was simply a pretext to keep and enjoy the girls for rather longer. Nonetheless the weather outside was atrocious,

The meal over, the unspoken question came about how to spend the rest of the evening before bed. Playing cards perhaps, reading perhaps, though there did not seem to be an awful lot of books around, or another somewhat less sedentary activity.

It was obvious to the girls that the men preferred the latter. After a hard day's work they wanted relaxation and how better than in the full pleasurable company of women. Not just pleasant conversation with women, not just admiring their pretty faces and slim bodies in their gingham dresses but fully enjoying those bodies. The girls prepared the tin bath. They might have found they liked really masculine men, they were not so sure about the sharp odour of hard working men!

The men lined up naked for their bath. Not yet tumescent but Tanny was still happy to look. The girls had talked during the day and had planned the bath and what was to happen afterwards. It had been very girl talk about the men, indeed men in general. It had surprised Tanny how basic and personal her friends could get to with their talk. She had not expected to hear about Joe's tendency to come too soon.

"He'll just go off in my hand sometimes," Cess had said.

"Well, they'll all do that if you work them too much," Rachie had said in a practical matter of fact way, "Ed does seem to like watching himself coming on me!"

"No, I mean before we've really got going."

"Oh! Not helpful!"

"But he's good with his, um, tongue and hardens up pretty quickly again."

"Ah, helpful!"

"Does Lennie like to see himself come on you?"

It had been very personal and rather graphic girl talk. Tanny had not thought, still less imagined, Joe liked Cess to dress up in a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform and then be spanked, but surprising things were coming out as the girls talked. She rather thought she would look at Joe in a different way when they next met!

"Does he dress up too?" Tanny had asked. The girls had enjoyed a real fit of the giggles at that. The idea of big Joe in shorts and blazer and then more giggles when they talked of his shorts coming down for a spanking. Apparently, that was not his thing, though it did come out he liked to whack Cess' bottom with his penis as if it was a paddle!

Tanny had been surprised at the frank way her friends had talked about oral sex. "I bet that sets Joe off," it was a very personal question from Rachie.

Of course it did, if she was not 'careful', but Cess professed to really liking that and had been a bit graphic about what they did.

"You don't swallow do you - yuk!" Rachie had expressed her view and then they had asked Tanny.

"Um, both," she had said meaning she both liked cock sucking and did swallow. It was strange being quizzed on what Lennie and she did. She had revealed most mornings, when together, they showered at the same time and, if in a hurry to get to work, often enough Tanny knelt and had her hair washed as she sucked.

"He has a thing about sex in the shower. Once we had sex outside in the forest in the rain. It was so warm, and we were so soaked on this walk we just took our clothes off and did it! Just like being in a giant shower really. A bit embarrassing afterwards when we found we had been watched by an older couple!"