Chapter 37 - Truly a Cabin in the Woods

***Serena***

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. It was dimmer in here, but only because no lights were on. Sunlight could be seen through the windows, but didn’t penetrate deeply and I think it was because I could see trees outside, muting the light from the sun.

We were inside a small home, truly a cabin this time and not a mansion. It appeared to be only a two bedroom perhaps with a small kitchen, living room and dining room combined. It was clean and cozy. A bouquet of roses decorated the table and food was laid out, as if ready to feast. I looked at Father curiously.

Instead of speaking, he took my hand and led me down a short hallway with three doors. The first one we passed was a bathroom, cleaned to a sparkling shine with modern facilities, but he took me to the last door, and we stepped into a nicely appointed bedroom. It had a huge bed and dresser with matching nightstands and not much else.

Father led me to the end of the bed and began to take off my clothes. I was wearing a pretty skirt and top, because I liked to dress nicely for the guys. My bra and underwear matched and were of the finest materials, because Daddy liked to spoil me with clothes. Soon, I was naked, but Father was still fully dressed.

I reached for the button on his shirt, but his hands stopped me.

“Lay down on the bed,” he gruffed lightly.

I laid down with my legs towards him.

“Spread your thighs,” he demanded.

Muted daylight streamed into this room too. I knew he could see everything when I spread my legs open. His gaze took in my bare pussy, and I felt shy. I started to close my legs, but he stopped me.
“No, Baby Girl, let me see what’s mine.”

Father gently pulled me closer to the edge of the bed before he dropped to his knees between them. He dipped his head as he settled his hands around my thighs to keep me right where he wanted me. He leaned down and licked my slit, moistening my folds before diving in. He pushed his face in so far, I could only see his forehead and that just barely. He licked and sucked seemingly enjoying what was his. I gasped and sighed and moaned. I started rotating my hips in time with his motions. I wanted to cum, but I needed more.

I gripped the sheets because I learned that if I tried to rush him, he’d stop.

“Good girl,” he praised me.

Then he licked his way up to my clitoris and I let out an abrupt little squeal. My hips jerked and he placed a palm on my abdomen to keep me still. Then he suctioned on, and I felt like a demon let loose from my body. I tried to arch up, totally involuntary, but with one hand on my belly and one on my thigh, I went nowhere, and he kept sucking while I thrashed my arms against the bed. He was rewarded with a gush I couldn’t control, but he didn’t stop until I slumped on the bed, a hot mess.

Father rearranged me and laid down next to me fully clothed.

Confused, I asked, “Why are you still dressed?”

“This was all for you, Baby Girl. I want us to eat and drink and then I’ll give you another orgasm in a little while before I take you back to the house.”

“But what if I wanted it, Father? Would you deny me?”

“I’ll never deny you anything, sweet girl. I want to give you everything.” He said.

“Well, I do want to see what we have to eat, but then I need you.” I grinned at him. I felt so free to be myself with all of them.

Father wouldn’t let me get dressed so I sat across from him naked as the day I was born. It was such an odd feeling, but Father’s lustful eyes ran over me constantly and I felt worshipped and adored.
The dining table held all sorts of things to eat both sweet and savory. On one tray were olives, cheese, crackers and grapes. On another were cured meats and the last tray had a variety of desserts, little cups of vanilla and chocolate mousse and cookies, a few pastries I could not recognize. It was a lovely light lunch, and I had a bit of champagne but I didn’t go crazy with it in case I really was pregnant. There was a good chance I was, so I erred on the side of caution.

As we ate, I asked Father about his father. I’ve only heard bad things about him, did he have any good memories? Only one he said, when his father took the three of them to a baseball game. His father kept his phone in his pocket and didn’t do any work until they were back in the car headed home.

How sad is it that he has only one good memory of his father, his whole life. He never knew his real father and didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I let the subject drop. He did talk to his mother every few weeks but she sounded like a vapid woman, only interested in herself and her alimony payments. Such a sad existence.

“Don’t feel sorry for me. I have a good life that brought me to you. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was feeling fat and happy once our lunch was done. Father took me to a big chair in the living area.

He pulled me onto his lap and lavished me with kisses along my neck until he reached my breasts. I tossed my head back as he paid particular attention to my nipples, sucking and pulling at them with his teeth.

I was straddled in his lap and felt how hard he was for me. I rubbed myself against his length until finally he released himself. I looked down between us, his turgid member pointing up at me. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, but Father lifted me and told me to push myself down on him.

I went slowly, my pussy was wet and ready for him. Once I had him inside me, he gripped my hips and began to thrust upwards. He started on my tits again and it wasn’t long before I put my own fingers on my clit so I could climax for him.

The moans and screams that came from my mouth urged him on and his harsh breathing and dirty words put me over the edge. He soon followed and we slumped against each other, totally spent.

After a little while, he said, “Let’s get cleaned up. Garrett has a surprise for you next.”

Oh! I loved surprises. We washed up and soon I was back in my clothes, Father’s cum dripping out of me.

We went back through the tunnel and were back in the kitchen in no time. Papa materialized from somewhere within the house and led me to the back door.