The Cabin, Part 1

by Little Girl Love

It was our fifth anniversary. We were on a vacation, in our ‘cabin’. Usually we make our dinner in the ‘cabin’, just the two of us, away from everything else, with nothing between us and our love for each other. Today though my hubby was adament about going to the nearby town for our dinner this evening. He said he promised to make the evening special. I couldn’t see the sense of it, as it was just a small town. I humored him just to make him happy; he was after all a man that I loved with the whole of my heart. The gist is, the supposed romantic spot was crowded, the theatre didn’t have proper sound system, the chef of the restaurant had taken ill and the stand in cook wouldn’t eat his own crazy dishes. My hubby was angry and kept muttering ‘I paid the whole goddamn town’

We were returning to our ‘cabin’ with me trying to squeeze the maximum out of his failure in the plan of my ‘special evening’. Till time I had managed to make him feel guilty enough to promise me the latest designer clothes, a new convertible, and the biggest diamond ring that I could find. As I sat thinking about what more I could get from him, I understood that I really never needed them, I already have enough of them. I know he would buy me the same without me asking for it. He is a celebrated Criminal Lawyer, hence a billionaire many times over. I wondered if he would get me what I really wanted. As I sat there pondering, he as if reading my mind said ‘Those I can get for you anytime, and have done so in the past… I need to find something special that I haven’t got you before, otherwise I can never forgive myself. Give me clue… anything it doesn’t matter. I was touched and said that it was just the thought that mattered. By that time we were entering the compound… Oh yeah our ‘cabin’ is located within our portion of the forest. We owned thousands of acres of it. Something to do with protecting the trees.

I was taking my bath. I had asked him to join me, he just said that he needed to loosen up a little and went to the bar. He told me to carry on.

So there I was soaking in the pool, reminiscing my deepest desire. A newfound desire, a desire that may just be a passing whim, a crazy fantasy. A desire that had been asleep for long. Awakened in an unexpected way. I read an article about how a woman had raped her daughter of eight years and had done so many more times before getting caught. She was to be put in jail for a time way beyond her remaining years of life. I hoped she had a long life and that she would be put in the worst possible jail. I then started browsing the net for related discussions and topics. More enlightened I saw that I was right, the mother deserved the worst possible jail and the roughest sort of rapes. Because sex shouldn’t be forced upon a girl… it should be introduced to her in the gentlest of ways. She must be shown the joys of her sex, must be shown the pleasures she can give, must be shown the pleasures she can get. The desire had awakened, and the unknown celibacy had made it wild. I imagined and imagined the sweetness to be given to a little girl, and then to receive the same wonders that precious angel.

And then there was the mail.

I got out of the pool dripping. Not all of the moisture was from the water. I started drying myself and thought about the jackpot. I was checking my mail when I found a mail from a stranger. It contained an attachment. I opened the mail and found it to be addressed to someone else. It had the message. See what you can be with; think of what you will do with the treasure when you’re alone. I was curious and opened the attachment; it was a movie. I played the clip, it started with the entire screen filled by a pretty face, that of a young girl, smiling. She was possibly between 13-15. She seemed to talk to the person with the camera, (who was it her mother, her friend, her lover, my fevered mind looked behind the camera and was staring at my face!!! Yes it was me at least to my mind’s eye) followed by an obviously playful pout. (I tried to lip read and imagined the girl say ‘how long will you make me wait’). My hearts pounding seemed to have increased. There was something about the smile, the look and the pout that screamed ‘NAUGHTY’. The camera slowly zoomed out. The neck came to slowly cam to vision, then so agonizingly slowly the shoulders, they were bare, I heard myself gasp. The camera stopped. The girl seemed to be on a bed, her head on a pillow. She gave a lovely smile to the camera, suddenly she changed track. She tilted her face away from the camera, slitted her eyes, her mouth opened slightly, her pink tongue peeked from within those lips, and traced them oh so slowly. I nearly shredded my clothes in my hurry to get at my overheated pussy, my arm was like a piston, my fingers rubbing me, entering me and transporting me to a dream in which it was my tongue doing that to those divine lips, and not just the lips. In the heat of the moment I wished I would be converted into a set of living pixels so that I could be with this angel that fell into my lap.

The camera slowly panned down, the chest came to view so very slowly, it was an slow journey, but worthy one. There were slight mounds on her chest, the camera panned down, climbing up the gentle slope of a perfect breast each moment I expected to see the top of the bra. The peak with the delicious teats came to view. I expunged a huge breath and took rapid gulps of air, I just realized that I had been holding my breath from the time the camera started its journey from the shoulder. My mouth watered at the vision of the beauty. The camera paused for a little while, the girl slowly rubbed her twin mounds and pinched her nipples. The journey was resumed. The little girl had a wonderful body common to most girls her age. Flat where it must be, and curvy where it should be. But best of all, scenes that I rewind to watch over and over again. Straight lines where in future there would be mature curves. The camera came upon the waistband of her undies while carrying on its wonderful untiring journey, This was where I was disappointed the first time. She was wearing the sort of panties I wanted to see her in ‘Simple white cotton knickers with no frills’, but unfortunately it was a little too loose, I had hoped to see a outline of her pussy, at least her panty seemed wet. The camera went over her thighs to her legs, I assumed it to be the end, but the girl flipped over, and the camera continued its journey through her wonderful calves, skinny thighs, lovely butt. There it stopped then the camera took a different position, it spread those skinny legs and settled just behind the butt. And yes the panty was wet... very wet. The girls face could be seen in a corner, slowly her hands came to her side and so slowly pulled up her panties. It disappeared between the cheeks of her beautiful round firm buns, her nether lips were outlined and slowly bulged out. The white panty was so wet it nearly became see through. I imagined seeing the hairless pubes (I decided she couldn’t be anything more than thirteen). My mouth seemed to have an endless supply of saliva. The camera suddenly (too soon for me) came away from that prized seat (get it) and went to her shoulders, her face was turned and she looked at the camera with a shy smile. It was then that she mouthed the words, the words that brought me crashing to a climax. I knew there was no sound in the clip, but I knew for certain she did not speak the words, she just mouthed them, the words ‘Wish you were here’. I sent a reply ‘Got your message, loved it, would like to see more, would love to see you’. After a week or so got a message ‘Sorry I don’t meet with strangers’. I sent a reply ‘Maybe we can get to know each other by meeting on the net, If interested reply and I will send my ID’. That mail I sent before our vacation. The reply might have come, but there was no internet in our ‘cabin’.

I knew I could trust my darling hubby on this. He has always been a reliable friend of mine, and indulges me in my whims. He probably wouldn’t mind, but I wanted to find out if it was what I truly wanted. I put on a robe, and looked for him. He was in the bedroom. I entered looking for really hot sex, the remembrance had made me too hot to deny him sex as a form of punishment. He just pushed me away and said ‘I have the perfect gift for you’, I was puzzled, he didn’t leave the cabin after we returned from the fiasco, so where could he have got my gift. He went to his wardrobe, shifted a few clothes, his back was to me so I couldn’t see anything. I leaned back in the headrest and waited. He turned slowly holding…. I gasped, I couldn’t believe it nor understand it. She was standing in front of him, smiling that seductive smile that I clearly remember. She wore want seemed to be the same panty in the video. My heart pounded, in fear or desire I do not know. I looked up to my hubby all I managed was ‘who…. ‘ he called out ‘Gina’, in she came and said ‘That’s my daughter, I made the video… for you’. She was one of my friends, one of those he introduced, rather than a friend a high-class prostitute, not for the money just for the pleasure. I had been with her twice. It was my whims, I had a Bi streak, my hubby indulged me and would get me such acquaintances whenever my need called. He would watch, he wasn’t into the voyeur scene, only to see me have fun. He would fuck me after me and my temporary girlfriend were finished, he would finger them a little and give a squeeze or two, but would fuck only me. He would turn down all other invitations saying ‘This is my woman’. Not that I stopped him, but I never invited him to fest another woman. I managed to ask ‘how….’ He told me that during one those sessions recently, I had moaned ‘yeah eat mommy honey… eat me… eat me…’ followed ‘yeah little darling oh baby’. That was not my typical moan, so he decided to investigate a little. He learnt that Gina had a young daughter whom she was close with. He asked her to make a video and send it to my mail id as if by accident.

(to be continued) A first attempt at writing any story. So feedbacks and brickbats welcome. Actual action in the following installment.