Cabin Sex Story Novels & Stories

"There's a fully stocked bar, outdoor shower, and private deck. Dinner will be served at sunset if you'd like, or you can call for room service." Xavier nodded dismissively, and led the way up the wooden stairs. I followed, my heart pounding in my chest. The cabin was stunning, it came with a massive king bed draped in mosquito nets, a sunken living area with plush sofas, and sliding glass doors that opened onto a deck with a pool overlooking the endless plains. "Wow," I breathed, spinning in a slow circle. "This is incredible." Xavier dropped his bag by the door, already pulling out his phone. "Yeah. Nice."

I moaned softly and his hand cupped my both breasts while he was licking my bare neck then in a moment, he cum inside of me. “Let’s get inside,” he said softly. Then after he got dressed, he carried me inside the cabin and my eyes widened, “This cabin was yours?” He nod his head. “Why didn't you tell me?” I slowly get up and get naked in front of him. “Come here, now that I am naked, we could continue our love session in one hour.” He smirked, “An hour?” “Yes,” I parted my legs in front of him and rubbed my wet cave, along with his sperm in there. His eyes landed on my pussy. Then he climbed to the big sofa and quickly inserted his dick inside of me.

"Come on in. We should talk first. Establish some ground rules." The interior of the cabin was surprisingly sophisticated. Leather furniture, a stone fireplace, and what looked like expensive whiskey on the sidebar. But what caught my attention was the open door at the back of the room that revealed a bedroom equipped with BDSM furniture that rivaled what we'd seen at the club.

Happy didn't stare but I knew he noticed them. He left the room and urged me to follow behind which I did. He led me through the hallway. I heard sounds coming from two other doors and I didn't need to be told what was happening inside. The sounds were moans of pleasure. "Do you guys fuck a lot?" I asked feeling a little shy. He chuckled. "Seven men staying together in a lonely cabin in the woods. If we didn't have women come over once in a while, we'd have gone crazy a long time ago."

The entire ride to the cabin takes about two hours, and Zak spends it fucking our mate over and over again. He has her suck his cock, he eats her ass, he devours her pussy. At one point, I’m pretty sure his wolf took control—gripping her, rutting into her like it was his right. And honestly? It is. I’m just glad we were in the back of the caravan. No one else should see her bent over like that—spread, whimpering, full of our cocks and begging for more. That view is ours.

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”

“I wanted to hear what happened. It was getting to the good part.” Owen smiled, “Yeah, it was. We want to hear the next chapter. It’s two against one. You’re outnumbered.” Regina glared at him as she opened the book to the page where he left off. She steadied her voice and read it like nobody else except Mrs. Bennet was listening. The scene was very erotic. The couple in the story kept denying their feelings for each other until one stormy night they got stranded together in a cabin in the middle of the woods.

Most times I don’t stop him, so he feels comfortable touching me more and more until we’re fucking. Fast, hard, needy and really good most of the time. But then it’s over. We deal with the mess—usually taking turns in the shower—and we never talk about it. So when I feel that first touch, I let him. I even lift a hand and place it over his… But then I wake up with a gasp when I realize this is not normal. We’re not at home in our bed. We’re in a cabin, in a bedroom that has seven visible cameras and God knows how many more that I can’t see.

The Cabin Game Rose Pov The cabin was quiet except for the crackling fire and the sound of our breathing. We had driven up to the mountains for the weekend — just me, Alex and Tyler. No one else around for miles. The lights were low, and we had already finished half a bottle of whiskey. I was sitting on the big rug in front of the fireplace wearing only a thin tank top and a pair of soft cotton shorts. No bra. No panties. I could feel both guys watching me.

“Made for getting fucked raw in my cabin.” By the fireplace again that evening, he took her slow and deep in missionary, staring into her eyes as another powerful creampie claimed her. Hours later, as night fell and the fire burned low once more, they lay exhausted. Kane traced lazy circles on her cum-filled pussy, pushing his cum back inside. “Storm might last another day,” he murmured, kissing her deeply. “Hope you’re ready for more cabin fever.” Lila smiled, pulling him closer. “I’ve never been more ready.”