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When you own a cottage, particularly if it's a good cottage, you come to expect friends and family to invite themselves over from time to time.

I have a pretty good cottage up on an island filled lake in Northern New York. It's got two bedrooms, a dock, a small beach, and a terrific view of the lake. It's hard to find, and kind of isolated, but I love it so much that I just can never seem to keep from bragging.

So, from time to time, I give in to less than gentle hints, and let various people come up with me.

Some weeks ago my ex-wife dropped off my step-daughter, Wendy, there on the weekend. I hadn't seen a lot of Wendy. During the divorce, I was unable to get visitation, despite helping to raise her for nine years and hiring a lawyer. The law stated that a step-parent can only ask for visitation if the child’s parent is “deceased or is disabled and is unable to care for the child.” Since her mother was alive, she was also able to make the decisions about who her child could visit. And my ex-wife didn’t care for me coming around at all; even to visit my step-daughter, with whom I had become quite close to during our marriage. But her mother had a week planned with a new boyfriend in Hawaii and must have been desperate since she had called me to see if I’d watch Wendy. I, of course, said yes.

When she stepped out of the car when her mom dropped her off, she didn’t seem too different from two years ago when I had last seen her. She was wearing a Soose sweatshirt and jeans. She is a blonde, her hair almost always tied into a thick tail that went halfway down her back. We spent the first day in some general conversation and catching up, but she seemed a little nervous and went off on her own for a good part of the day.

My first sight of her in a bathing suit was a surprise. The bathing suit wasn't very revealing. It was a one piece, and kind of conservative, but it did hug her body like any bathing suit, revealing the narrow waist, the flared hips, the round behind, and a surprisingly firm, full chest, new developments in the past two years.

I only gave her glancing notice, though. After all, she was a kid, and my step-daughter after all. Besides, she mostly went off on her own, either in the canoe, paddling among the islands, or exploring the woods.

There were a few other cabins along the lake that she could reach on foot or by canoe, and she talked about someone or other, some girl she'd met at one of them. She even brought her over Sunday, a pretty brunette.

Since I was on my vacation, I didn't have to go home on Sunday nights like most weekend visitors. I was going to stay through next weekend, which suited Wendy since she wanted to stay until next weekend, saying she was having a lot of fun with this other girl.

Like usual, Wendy went off in the morning while I read a book until the late afternoon sun was shining on me. She came back surprisingly early, and when I asked why, said the other girl, I forget her name, had gone home with her parents. That surprised me.

"1 thought you wanted to stay so you could play with her," 1 said

"Mr. Paul!" she cried, in protest. "I do not PLAY!"

"Sorry," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I'm not a child, you know."

"No, of course not," I grinned.

"I wanted to stay because I like being around you and I love this place. It's so beautiful. I love getting up early and hearing the sound of the birds, smelling the new day. I love paddling over to the islands and exploring."

"I do too," I said.

The cabin was too isolated to have regular electricity. It had a wood burning stove, and a small generator that powered the fridge and a couple lights. Extra light came from lanterns, and there was no heat except from the stove or the fireplace.

It was warm at night, though, so it didn't really surprise me when Wendy changed into a nightshirt long before bed. The thin little nightshirt she wore was kind of . . . tight, and short, compared to the ones I’d seen her and other girls wear. I couldn't help noticing her long coltish legs, or the small indentations of her nipples pushing against the thin cotton fabric.

But 1 was conscious of her age, and that she was my step-daughter, and didn't pay much attention.

Several times, though, when she moved or shifted on the couch while reading, my eyes were drawn to those legs. And once, when she got up and went to a cupboard, she had bent over to reach something without bending her knees, and the hem of the nightshirt pulled up enough that I caught a brief glimpse of blonde pussy.

I was a little shocked at that, though now that I thought of it my ex-wife often didn't wear panties under her nightshirt either. I quickly turned my eyes away. The last thing I wanted was for her to tell my ex I was peeping at her.

The next morning I got my next surprise. She put on a bathing suit, but not the one piece conservative number she'd worn on the weekend. This was a bikini, the cups simple triangles that exposed the creamy upper curves of her breasts. The bottom was narrow and high-cut, exposing her thighs and hips, and it didn't cover all of her buttocks.

"What happened to the black suit?" I asked in surprise.

"I wore that for two whole days," she said as if in surprise. "You don't expect me to wear the same suit forever do you?"

"I guess not," I said. "It's a bit...small, isn't it?"

"Mr. Paul!" she protested. "Don't be an old fogey. This is what's in."

"If you say so," I said.

Who could understand women? One suit was plenty good for most guys. Women, though, seemed to need at least three. I tried not to look anywhere I shouldn't, reminded myself of her age, and that she was my step-daughter, and went fishing.

When I got back she was laying on the sand, all spread out, skin glistening with suntan oil. I said ‘hi.’ She said ‘hi,’ and I took my fish inside.

All day she seemed to find some reason to be around me, and a number of times she bent over, either towards me, or away from me. It happened too often to be accidental, but I still didn't think much of it. I figured she was just another teenager having fun by turning guys on. It was something most young women enjoyed doing at one point or another.

That evening, she wore the same tight, short nightshirt, and even playfully sat on my lap once. I began to think she was carrying this teasing business to extremes.

The next day was a different suit. The top was even smaller than the one she'd worn previously, and the bottom was one of those thong things. Now I loved looking at pretty girls in thongs, seeing their round asses, but this was my step-daughter.

I didn't comment, though, and tried to keep telling myself that I had no business looking at her. I spent a lot of time fishing that day.

When I got home she was lying out in the sun again, but this time she was topless. It was impossible not to say something.

"Wendy, where's your top?" I demanded, trying to sound stern,

"Oh! I'm sorry. Mr. Paul. I didn't think you'd be back this soon."

"I'm back late. Anyway, there are other people around here, other cabins."

"But they're mostly empty except on weekends."

"Put your top on," I re-stated.

She obeyed as I walked quickly up to the cabin. I felt my cock hardening in my pants, and fought to turn my mind to other things. She had one hell of a body. She was small, but man, what curves! She had a helluva good set of tits, too.

No, no, no. I couldn't think of that!

I did my best to stay away from her, and to keep my eyes and mind off her. She stayed in that damn bikini until evening, when she changed into, not the nightshirt, but a pair of cotton bikini panties, and a tank top.

Again, it was hard to criticize her, to say anything to her. My ex-wife had worn such things around the house. But she wasn't my ex-wife.

I didn't say anything, and pretended to ignore her as she made herself a snack, then sat down on the sofa. The tank top was tight across her chest, and when she turned to one side, she raised her arm to run a hand through her head, and the armhole of the tank top exposed much of the side of her breast.

I took a deep breath and looked away and then looked back again, this time, focusing my attention on her face; it looked a little red or flushed, anxious-looking. She never looked at me, but licked her lips and swallowed often. She was breathing harder than I thought she should be, and the way her nipples were pressing against the tank top, made it obvious they were erect,

This was more than just casual flirting, more than just cock-teasing. She was realty getting off on this. And damn it, so was I!

I had a hard-on, and had to keep the book I was reading low so she wouldn't notice it. I wanted to strip her and shove my cock into her pussy. I wondered if she were a virgin, wondered if she would tell her mother what I did if I fucked her.

I wanted her bad. I didn't care that she was my step-daughter any more. All I cared about was whether I could get away with it, whether I could fuck her brains out and not wind up in jail.

I couldn't just grab her. But I could play the game back at her.

When she got up and went into the kitchen, I waited a few moments and followed. She was making cocoa.

"Well, that's just what I was looking for," I said.

"1 could make you some," she said, face still flushed.

"Sure; would you?"

I grabbed a cup and went over to her, standing behind, her. My cock had settled down some, and was only semi-hard now. I leaned over her as she made cocoa for me, and then when she'd finished stirring I leaned over to pick it up, casually pressing myself into her ass, giving it just a little grinding motion before picking up the cup and walking away.

My cock was rock-hard by the time I passed out of the kitchen. Kitchen – well, the kitchen was just a part of the cabin where the sink and wood stove and cupboards were. There were no walls separating it from the living room – something my ex wouldn’t have liked.

I sat down, making sure to cover my cock. She was still in the kitchen, her back turned to me. The back of her neck was flushed. It took her quite a while to make her cocoa and come away from the counter. Then she sat down at the table in front of the picture window, and not at the sofa.

After a few minutes waiting for my cock to soften, I got up and walked over to the table myself, then sat down too. I talked to her casually about the lake and islands, asking her if she'd seen the river at the north end of the lake.

She didn't look up, except for quick, darting glances, and her face remained flushed. She said she was going to bed, and I nodded, saying I was going soon too. I kind of pushed my chair back and around from the table as she got up, and when she passed I caught her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, laughing like it was just a friendly kind of thing.

She squirmed a little, but made no real effort to pull away. I had my arm around her waist and she was leaning back just a bit, her thighs tight together.

"Tell me, Wendy, do you have a boyfriend yet?" I asked.

She blushed and shook her head.

"Why not? Pretty girl like you should have a boyfriend."

"I uh, I . . . I'm kind of . . . shy around boys."

"You are. Why?"

"I dunno," she gulped.

"You want a boyfriend?"

"I dunno," she said, looking away.

"Well, if you don't have a boyfriend I guess you're a virgin," I said teasingly.

Her face turned bright red.

“Never been kissed, huh?” I smiled.

"I have too been kissed." she said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Anything else?" I teased.

"A little," she said; a shrug in her voice. Her voice was very tight, and she was as tense as a statue.

My left arm was around her waist, my hand on her belly stroking softly. My right hand was on her leg, stroking that casually. I moved my right up to her face, caressing her cheek lightly.

"I bet the boys are after you for more than a little," I said softly, nudging her bangs aside with my fingertips.

"I'll say," she snorted.

"You have very nice teeth," I said, sliding my thumb down against the comer of her mouth. "You should smile more."

I pressed against the corner of her mouth with my thumb, drawing it upwards a little, smiling at her.

"I smile," she said defensively.

"Tell me what the boys want you to do," I said, now sliding my index finger along her lips.

"I . . . you know," she gulped, looking uncomfortable.

I pulled her face around and kissed her on the side of the throat.

"Remember when I used to blow raspberries against your throat?" I teased, pressing my lips against her throat again and blowing a few.

"Yeah," she gulped.

"So what do the boys want you to do?"

"I . . . they want to . . . you know . . . feel me," she said, squirming a bit on my iap

"Where?"

"My . . . my boobs."

"Where else?"

"My behind."

"Where else?"

"Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking away from me,

"Do you let them feel your boobs?"

"Sometimes," she gulped.

"Why?"

"I . . . it . . . feels nice . . . sometimes," she said, her voice quavering a little,

"Do you touch them anywhere?"

"So . . . sometimes," she breathed,

"Where?"

"They . . . their . . . cocks," she gulped, her eyes widening, as though she'd said a word she shouldn't.

"Do they get hard?"

"Ye . . . yes," she whimpered.

"Do you squeeze their cocks?"

"Yes." she breathed.

"Do you give them hand jobs?"

"So . . . sometimes."

"Do they touch you between the legs?"

I slid my right hand down onto her leg, stroking idly along her inner thigh, keeping a good several inches away from her panty-covered crotch.

"Sometimes," she gasped.

"Have they ever made you cum?"

"No."

"Have you ever made them cum?"

1 slid my hand just a little higher; Wendy was trembling a little, swallowing repeatedly. Her face was flushed, and she appeared embarrassed, tense, and excited. Her nipples were hard little eraser points against her tight tank top.

I shifted her a bit on my lap, just in case she was forgetting my big boner beneath her, and noticed a slightly darker shade on her panties between her legs. It was dark and obviously coming from the moisture seeping through her pussy lips.

"Have you ever given them blowjobs?" I asked.

"So . . . sometimes," she whispered.

I slid my hand back onto her face and caressed her cheek, then flicked back her bangs again. She was sweating nervously. I pressed my index finger against her sips, and dipped it between a little, then slid it back and forth along her mouth.

"Did you like it?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice even.

"Sometimes," she sighed.

I pressed my finger a bit harder, and she opened her tips, and then slid them down over my finger.

"You used to suck your thumb when you were a baby," I said. "I guess you never know where a talent like that can come in handy."

She slid her lips down my finger to the knuckle, and her eyes tilted towards me as she sucked on my finger. She slid her lips back up and off them, and then turned away. I pressed my hand against the side other face and turned her towards me.

I caught her flickering eyes with mine and held them, and then pulled her head in against me. She fought a little, attempting to draw back. I saw sudden fright in her eyes as her lips neared mine. Then they were together our lips melding slowly.

Hers remained stiff for perhaps five seconds, then softened and parted. My arms around her tightened as our tongues slid slowly forward, experimentally tasting each other. Our lips moved slowly, wetly together, and her head tilted back, her eyes closing as she gave a convulsive, shudder.

My right hand slid onto her belly, then up onto her left breast. I stroked my hand very lightly along the underside of the round mound, but there was no resistance from Wendy, no sign of shock or resistance. I cupped her breast more firmly, squeezing it.

She groaned softly into my mouth.

I pulled back and her eyes flickered open, filled with excitement, concern, anxiety, embarrassment, and a mute appeal to continue.

I gripped the bottom other tank top and slowly peeled it upwards. Her eyes got wild for a second, and I heard a gasp of alarm. She seemed uncertain, and her hands moved to stop me. I sped up, pulling up the back and pulling it forward over her head, then tossing it away when she reached for it.

She covered her breasts with her arms, her eyes huge. I smiled reassuringly, then gripped her small wrists and gently, but insistently pulled them free. Her face reddened as I exposed her breasts, but I kissed her, first on the side of the face, then on the neck, then on the lips again, and her resistance slowly melted.

I stroked the underside of her bare breast as I had before, only now feeling the warmth and softness, I squeezed the small orb, marvelling at how pert, how firm it was. It had been years and years since I'd felt a teenage breast, far too long.

I eased her back, my lips moving with less restraint on hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth as my hand kneaded her breasts. Then I pulled back, easing her head back and raising her chest, looking down at those rock hard little nipples, sticking out so firmly, so beautifully.

I pinched one, squeezing it and pulling it up, then bent my head and licked a slow trail around and around it, wanting to prolong the anticipation. Finally I allowed my tongue to lick heavily across the quivering little tit button, and she jerked in response.

I licked again and again and again, then fastened my lips around it and suckled gently. I drew the nipple and areola into my mouth, licking my tongue over the sensitive flesh as I suckled. I closed rny teeth on her tit meat, though not tightly, nibbling and chewing at it as she wriggled a little in my lap.

She was grinding her ass down on my thigh, gasping and whimpering softly as she rubbed herself on me. Her mouth was opening and closing, her eyes tightly clenched, then she stiffened.

"M . . . m . . . Mr . . . P . . . Paaauaul!" she gasped,

I slid a hand down between her legs and squeezed her pussy, and she gasped and jerked her head back. She arched her back and bucked her hips upwards as I squeezed and rubbed her pussy passionately.

She bounced and shook through an obvious orgasm, moaning and puffing like a steam engine, then let her head fall back against the table, and with a soft, quavering groan, went limp.

I cupped her pussy gently, feeling the moisture of her against the palm of my hand. I continued to lick and suckle at her nipples and breasts for a minute, then pulled my head up and smiled at her face.

She blinked back at me, and then licked her lips. I raised her head and kissed her on the lips, then drew back. My right hand slid over her firm young breasts, then down her soft, concave belly to the elastic around her panties.

I hooked my thumb in the side and tugged downwards. Again I saw an instant's alarm on her sweet young face, but she didn't resist. I tugged her panties down, baring her softly furred pussy mound, then let them slide down her legs to her ankles.

She kicked them off with a little flick, and then turned her head away, as if embarrassed. She was practically lying across my lap now, rather than sitting, and I could easily see her dark slit peeking through the golden curls. Her pussy hair was moist, damp, and her thighs were warm as I gently pulled them apart.

I raised her upper body a little, so she could see better, then pressed my ring finger against her lips and slid it inside.

She sucked on it like it was a cock, sliding her tongue over it as well, as I pumped it slowly and gently in her mouth.

Then I pulled the finger free and pressed it against her slit. She gulped and stared in anxiety and anticipation as I forced my finger through her tight, moist pussy lips, moving it along the cleft so her cunt lips could close over it.

I began to rub it up and down, not seeking to enter her at all just yet. She squirmed a little, and said something so soft I couldn't hear. I rubbed faster, pressing my finger against her clitty as she pressed her face into my shoulder.

"You like this, baby?" I whispered.

"Ye . . . yesssss," she breathed.

I rubbed steadily, alternating between slight caresses, and harder rubbing movements. She started to squirm on my lap again, and I eased my finger down her slit, searching briefly before finding her hole. I slowly dipped my finger into it, sliding it into the tight, sucking heat of her body.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, panting harder and harder.

I screwed my finger in deeper, rubbing it back and forth against her clitty as I fucked her with it. Then I brought my thumb down on her hot little cunt button and pressed it downwards. She let out a soft exclamation of pleasure, then closed her eyes and let her head drop back.

I rubbed harder, fucking my finger inside her as she groaned and humped lightly up at me. Her ass rubbed and ground against my boner, and I feared I would soon cum if I didn't stuff it up her tight pussy. I stabbed my finger deep, grinding the knuckle against her clitty, and felt her cherry deep inside.

I cursed and jerked my finger out, then undid my pants and pulled down the zipper. I shifted Wendy, getting her to stand briefly, and then jerked my pants down and off. She stared at my bulging cock with wide eyes.

I jerked my shirt up and off too, then reached for her, taking her by the hand and pulling her towards me. She struggled back briefly, but I pulled her forward, making her stand straddling my chair.

I leaned forward and gripped her ass, then licked forcefully against her tight pussy slit. She tasted delightful, and almost immediately began to grind her hips against me. I wanted to eat her to a climax, but my cock was getting ready to blow, and I wanted it inside her.

I leaned back, and looked up at her. Her eyes were filled with steaming, passionate sexual need, and her chest was heaving like a bellows. I drew her forward a bit more, then gripped her hips, pulling her down. She lowered herself and I held my cock up.

She hesitated, then halted, moving up again, I let go of my cock and gripped her waist, pulling her back down, lowering her to a squat. Her eyes darted from side to side like a bird seeking escape.

"Take my cock in your hands," I said.

She stared at me in shock and fear.

"Take it into your hands, Wendy," I said.

She looked down at it, and then hesitantly reached for it, gripping it ever so lightly in her small hands.

"Point it upwards at your pussy," I instructed.

She raised it obediently, and then lifted her beseeching eyes to me again.

"Are you ready?"

"I . . . I'm scared," she gulped.

"This is what you wanted, girl. There's nothing to be scared of"

I pulled her downwards, and again she resisted a little. I felt my cockhead against her slit, and she jerked upwards then settled down again.

I pulled her lower.

"Put it in," I said. "Put it in."

I felt my cock nudging her hole, and pulled her lower. She whimpered as my cockhead split her muff and slid through her pussy lips. She was breathing even faster, and I worried she might hyperventilate or something.

I pulled her lower, and felt the helmeted head of my prick slowly cleaving the tight, moist folds of her virginal pussy shaft. I fed her another inch, then another. My cock was almost ready to explode, but I fought it down desperately.

I felt her cherry against my cockhead, and let go of her hips, stroking and caressing them instead.

"Do it," I said. "Start riding my cock, honey. Let it up inside you."

She shuddered, then placed her hands on my shoulders and ground her hips a little. She drew up, and then settled down her tight pussy flesh squeezing and stroking my cockhead.

She eased up, then down again, letting my cock press hard against her hymen. She withdrew then settled down again. Again and again she rode down my cock until it jammed into her hymen, then again, this time a little harder and her cherry was torn open. She cried out, and went still, trembling, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Then she slid slowly up just a bit, before sliding down . . . down . . . down. All the way down. Her eyes were clenched and her head pulled up and back a bit as her pussy slid right down my cock to the hilt.

I groaned too, and gripped her ass cheeks as I buried my face in her tits. I sucked and chewed on her nipples as I began to grind my hips around, and began to grind her around on top of me. My cock was deep in her soft, warm guts, and her pussy was squeezing and sucking on it, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing.

She was as hot as I was, though, and when I caught her eyes again they were desperate and feverish with desire.

"D . . . d . . . daddy," she gasped. "Ohhh. OOhhhH!"

I dug my fingers into her soft, round ass and jerked her up, then back. I repeated the action, then again, humping my hips upwards the third time as she came down. She began to rise on her own, her strong young thighs lifting her up my cock as I sat there fighting my cum.

She slid her juicy young snatch half-way up my boner, and then dropped it down again. Almost immediately she jerked up once again, then down, and then was riding my cock for all she was worth, sliding that tight, teen pussy over mv cock with gleeful grunts and groans and sharp, high pitched cries of pleasure.

I tried to hold back, but once she started riding my boner I was helpless. I blasted off inside her like I hadn't cum in months, maybe years. My steamy jism shot deep into her belly as she whined and yelped and bounced up and down on my lap.

I bounced her up and down with my hands too, and her soft buttocks slapped against my thighs each time her cunt gulped down my pecker. I leaned into her tits, licking at them as they bounced up and down.

Then she clutched me hard, mashing her tits around my face as she humped madly on my cock. She cried out in pleasure, a long series of yelping exclamations of pleasure that rose in strength and emotion, finally reaching a crescendo in a long, drawn out cry of ecstasy.

She trembled violently, and then collapsed into a limp ball of flesh. I pushed her back a little, though still hugging her tightly against me. I felt her cunt sucking-and spasming around my boner, and sighed in pleasure and relief as 1 hugged her.

She laid her head over my shoulder, panting for breath, groaning softly. I squeezed her soft, round ass, kneading the warm flesh. I picked her up then and turned to drop her on the table. She laid back, her arms flopping above her head, her chest still rising and falling rapidly she tried to regain her breath.

I sat down again and pulled the chair back, then gripped her legs and lifted them up and apart. I spread her open, then stroked her thighs as I looked at her small, neat slit, then licked a trail up and down along the edges of it.

I slid my tongue against her gash and licked it up and down lightly, then with more pressure, forcing it through her lips. I pulled her lips open with my fingers and lapped at her pink pussy meat as she groaned in pleasure, drawing her legs up.

I gripped her thighs and shoved them back more, then seized her hips and pulled her ass over the edge more. I rained kisses over her buttocks, then stuck my tongue into her slit again and screwed it down into her tight pussy tunnel,

She started humping up at me, and breathing hard again. The table shook as she jerked and writhed atop it. I mashed my face into her delightful snatch and sucked for all I was worth, my tongue whipping across her ditty as she yelped and moaned in pleasure.

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100% fiction! Mark pulled his car up into the driveway and found the minivan already packed and ready to go. It always surprised him how much stuff seemed to be required for his family's monthly vacation up the cabin. He wondered how much of all the stuff in those bags would ever get unpacked. He walked inside the front door and was greeted by a voice from the kitchen. "I've already packed for the trip. Let's eat a quick dinner and get on the road. I can hardly wait to get up there." The...

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The Lund Family Cabin

Mark pulled his car up into the driveway and found the minivan already packed and ready to go. It always surprised him how much stuff seemed to be required for his family's monthly vacation up the cabin. He wondered how much of all the stuff in those bags would ever get unpacked. He walked inside the front door and was greeted by a voice from the kitchen."I've already packed for the trip. Let's eat a quick dinner and get on the road. I can hardly wait to get up there." The excitement in his...

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vacation at the cabin

After a simple meal, Betty and I go sit out on the front step and watch the sunset through the trees with a glass of wine. As it is getting dark there is a small chill in the air so i retreat in to the cabin and light a fire in the fireplace. Betty then shows up with a bottle of tequila. Even after a couple shots, the conversation is very limited and very generic, more about work then anything. However, feeling the effects of the tequila you both decide to call it a night. The cabin has one...

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My Mothers SonChapter 14 The Cabin

Dear Diary, I cannot tell you how satisfactory our talk about masturbation has worked out. Even the first night was perfect. C touched me. His hand very lightly passed over my bottom. Lightly caressing me like a breeze from an open window. I shivered with pleasure it was so delicious having that tender caress from my darling boy. My whole body tingled with his gentle touch, barely moving the silk of my panties. I continued, finding my G-spot and rubbing it vigorously with my fingertip. My...

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Alicia Shelly 01 the Cabin

ALICIA & SHELLY, 01, the Cabin An original work by HappyPappy aka simaddict. This story is fiction. Any resenblence to persons living or dead is purely  coincidental. All characters are eighteen or over. My name is Alicia. That's not my real name, I've changed the names in this story to protect the guilty. I'm eighteen, my girlfriend Shelly is five months older than me, and we are very close friends, we have been since the fourth grade. It seemed as though we shared the same interests through...

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KidnappedChapter 8 The Cabin

I was in deep thought as I glided down river toward a now certain, life or death confrontation. Ricky watched his two deputies trying to gauge how they would react if they came under fire. I glanced back to look into their faces from the prow of the small flat bottom boat wondering who wouldn't make it home tonight. I left it in the hands of fate. I turned my eyes into the darkness surrounding us from all sides, apprehensively searching the banks for any sign of trouble. There was a ominous...

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Orgy in the cabin

It was a dark and stormy night. The generator was spluttering away outside the cabin as the rain lashed against the roof. Inside, the warm glow of a few table lamps and a small warm fire bathed the single large room. Near the far wall was an old warm looking four poster bed draped in soft old red covers. The other half of the small cabin was dedicated to a cozy living room. A few old sofas lay in the flickering light around a large shaggy carpet spread in front of the stone fireplace. With the...

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Secluded Cabin

Driving along the Tennessee state highway, I was trying to keep the Jeep on the road while looking for my turn. I looked at the map again while trying to figure out where I was. Seeing a gas station ahead, I pulled off and went in to ask the attendant if he knew how to get to the cabin I was searching for on the mountain. He basically told me I was a blind idiot, but he did it in a very polite way. But eventually he told me I had passed my turn about a mile back up the highway. Thanking him I...

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Laceys Cabin

(Many thanks to KittyKatBC, my editor on this one. I’m glad she was on board, it made the story easier to write.) * Lacey was my boss, I do emphasize the word was. The company I work for is a family owned and run architect business and since the only child the owner had was a daughter who had no interest in the company, we all knew that once he retired then the company would either close or be swallowed up by a bigger company, but we all liked it here. So we all stuck it out since the owner...

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HeadacheChapter 20 The Cabin

We decided to forego Breakfast and head back immediately. We used the same method that we used coming up with Virginia in the lead and Linda and Teresa bring up the rear. Going down I had no trouble at all and made the one turn I had trouble with coming up on the first try. We left the ATVs parked next to the septic tank, drove the backhoe onto the trailer and then drove the pickup truck and trailer to the new house where we disconnected the trailer and returned to Pop's house. Breakfast...

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Kim and coworkers rent a cabin

I've written previously about my 24-year-old wife Kim (see Curtains Removed for Painting and Wife Hosts BBQ for Coworkers). The barbecue that we hosted for her coworkers definitely got out of hand. I was a little worried about possible repercussions as four of her coworkers got to see her private parts. It had started innocently enough with an accidental exposure when Kim removed her sweater, but it evolved from there. Anyway, I was worried that they may talk about it at work and cause her to...

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Cabin

Normally, I wouldn't come down to the lower deck, but late spring was perfect. A few weeks from now it would be too hot, and any earlier too cold, but now the weather was perfect. Also the trees had leafed out enough so the deck was secluded and private. So I took my glass of wine and made my way to sip and relax there. I had to go slow, as the wooden steps were uneven and old. I was used to walking in heels, but even so, I was glad there was a handrail on the steps. Sitting by the...

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WINTER CABIN

"Look Dad, isn't that the cabin over there?" Mary said as she pointed straight ahead at the window of the Snow Cat that was carrying her and her 42 year -old father up the snow-covered trail at the edge of the woods. The Snow Cat's treads churned up a dusting of snow as the cabin came in sight."Yes, Mary, I think we have arrived," Mary's dad James replied.James rented the luxury cabin for the weekend as a treat for his 18 year- old daughter who was in the middle of her senior year of high...

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Cum swallowing in the cabin

My mind was still buzzing after finding out my sister had orchestrated the break-in to our cabin so she could give me a blow job. The fact that it ended in sex was almost overwhelming! I slowly walked up the moonlit path back to our cabin with a plan to have her fulfill her blowjob fantasy again when I heard some talking coming from the road. As I rounded the back of the house I saw my parents walking up the road. To top it off, they didn’t seem very drunk. I guess my plans would have to...

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What really happened at the cabin

We all plan the perfect weekend and hope that nothing goes wrong. I planned it all. We were celebrating Valentine, two weeks late, and also her birthday a week late. This was going to be our first time together, so it had to be perfect. We had been together a few times, but it was only a bit of kissing, and a bit of touching. This weekend was all about exploring each other. We were to go beyond what either one of us have ever done. She knew what she wanted to do to me. I knew what I wanted to...

2 years ago
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What really happened at the cabin

We all plan the perfect weekend and hope that nothing goes wrong. I planned it all. We were celebrating Valentine, two weeks late, and also her birthday a week late. This was going to be our first time together, so it had to be perfect. We had been together a few times, but it was only a bit of kissing, and a bit of touching. This weekend was all about exploring each other. We were to go beyond what either one of us have ever done. She knew what she wanted to do to me. I knew what I wanted to...

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Through the YearsChapter 3 The Trip to the Cabin

Wren spent a lot of time with us after that, she and Syndy becoming the best of friends. We all lived in a small mountain community of about three thousand people. The thing about a small community is you usually know everyone and you know who they are friends with and who they don’t like. Gossip is very live and doing well in this area. We went on our camping trip in late August. Actually it wasn’t camping; it was going up to my Uncle’s ranch in the high country where I had a cabin. Truth...

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The Cabin

Let me begin this by telling you a little bit about my girlfriend, Lyndah. We have been together for 5 years and will be married soon. Lyndah is in her mid thirties, a little on the heavy side and loves sex, any kind of sex. She loves to be tied up; she is a world class cocksucker and swallows every drop. She loves to fuck but she loves to clean all of the cum from any cock that had just fucked her, she will also scoop the cum out of her cunt with her fingers and eat it. She is kind of nasty,...

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Dad Son time at Cabin

First time writing here guys. But hope you enjoy my experience here as well.Well it started out when my old man asked me if I wanted to go deer hunting with him in november for a long weekend. I was like hell yes, I wanted to get a chance to get my first deer and also shoot the 30 odd 6 I had for the kill. He said that the cabin he was using was his friends, and he had told him we could use it for the weekend until he came up the following monday. Dad said it was very very rustic. I mean like a...

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Thelma and her brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...

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The Cabin

The Cabin I began to freak out as my car stalled out of gas on the bumpy backwoods road that seemed to go on forever. I was cursing myself for not just taking the day off Thursday and car pooling with the girls to the campsite up at Richard’s Lake, wait…was it Richmond’s? Hell, it was all pointless anyway because I wasn’t going anywhere at the moment. Gina told me it wasn’t that far and rattled off some directions while I was at work and told me to just meet them up there. She said it was...

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The Cabin

The Cabin I began to freak out as my car stalled out of gas on the bumpy backwoods road that seemed to go on forever. I was cursing myself for not just taking the day off Thursday and car pooling with the girls to the campsite up at Richard’s Lake, wait…was it Richmond’s? Hell, it was all pointless anyway because I wasn’t going anywhere at the moment. Gina told me it wasn’t that far and rattled off some directions while I was at work and told me to just meet them up there. She said it was...

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A Weekend at the Cabin

Leaving work early this Friday was an excellent idea, and the long leisurely drive up to your cabin is really relaxing me, not to mention it is gorgeous. A long winding two lane highway, high snow-covered peaks in the distance, and pine trees blanketing the mountainsides. In awe of the beauty of it all, I almost miss my turn off. Slamming on the brakes, I swear under my breath at myself for my lack of attention to the road. I turn off the main highway and checking the odometer, I remember you...

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The Cabin

My name is Amanda. When I am all stressed out I love to go to my cabin hideaway. The cabin itself was a suitable rustic one bedroom model. It is the perfect place for me to unwind and commune with nature. Early Friday morning I packed a small bag so after work all I had to do was drive to the cabin. I almost fainted when I got off work promptly at five pm, because usually the boss kept my there until 7pm. I went by the grocery store to pick up a few staples, and drove toward the cabin.I’m five...

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Summer Cabin

The soft rumble of the engine of the minivan and the sound of tires on pavement were all but drowned out by the roar of hot wind rushing through the open windows as we progressed down the narrow road through the woods. Why did we have the windows open if the air was hot? The AC was broken in the van. That might not have been such a bad thing, but we were currently experiencing a near record-breaking heatwave. Sorry, perhaps I started a little too far in. I am Jack, Jack Corrigan. I'm a gamer....

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Doctors Cabin

After the surprise in the doctor's office and the impending hunting tripI wasn't sure what to think when we walked to the parking lot. It dawned on me that I couldn't leave my car there. They agreed and told me to drive home where they would pick me up. I thought of the fact that they would both know where I live. I wasn'ttoo uncomfortable with that knowledge but I'm sure being doctors' they would find my modest apartment a dump in comparison to the homes they probably live in. I shrugged my...

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first class cabin

hy friends’ mera naam bali hai aur meri ummar 29 ki hai , basically i m frm bombay but now i setted in lucknow . mai jab bhe net pay bettha 2 ISS ke story zaroor partha . mujha story read karna pasand hai . so maina socha jab mai aap dosto kie khani read karta hu tu kyu na mai ap ko apne khani sunaoo. . ya baat 2004 ke hai jab mai bombay say lucknow aa raha tha meri family phalay hie lucknow shift ho gaie thi lakin mai wahie bombay may tha ku k meri study chaal rahie thi aur exam bhe hona...

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Snow Owl the Widows Cabin

I leaned back in the metal tub when the widow returned to the barn. Chill bumps raced across my body at the sight of her. I had never seen Anne wearing less. A simple drawstring white shirt covered her. She had returned with a heavy wooden bucket, a bottle and a towel over her shoulder. At six-foot-tall, she had to be the tallest woman I had ever seen, whether Indian or white. My Comanche brothers would never take such a woman as their own, but strangely I liked tall women. I liked her red hair...

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The Passion of Mother Ethel

Mother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...

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Checking on the Cabin

Every year my father-in-law, two brother-in-laws and I take a week long hunting vacation to my in laws cabin. The cabin is a couple hours outside of town on a lake, a very secluded lake. There are only a half a dozen other cabins on the lake besides my in laws. The Wednesday before our trip I was sitting at my desk at work when the power went out. Apparently the construction company building the office across the street did something to overload the transformer and it blew. My boss got the...

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Weekend at the Cabin

I only went to the cabin that weekend because Sylvia and George were good friends of Lisbeth. We had been dating for a few months. Sylvia and George had rented the cabin for the month of January and invited us for the second weekend. The drive up was treacherous even with four wheel drive. The snow was coming down heavily making it like a winter wonderland, although when trying to drive, a winter wonderland turns into a winter nightmare. Lisbeth was snuggled into me, sleeping since we left New...

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The Family Cabin

It was over the Christmas break. Dad had suggested we all go to the cabin we used in Vermont for some family bonding, hunting and general outdoors activities. It was no surprise that my mother begged off. She would go to Indiana to visit her mother. The cabin was never her favorite place and frankily she and my father sort of "got along" those days. So it was going to be a bit of a guys weekend. Dad had always treated me as "one of the boys", even as I'd become less of a tom boy the past...

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Hookup at the cabin

It had been a long day out on the lake. Actually, I had been on one of two piers most of the day, catching fish too small to keep and enjoying the sunshine. To be honest, it had been good just to have no one around asking anything from me or even knowing me, for that matter.It had not been until I walked back into my cabin, that I realized how drained I was. I was sun burnt (of course) and dirty and in need of a shower. But more than that, my legs and arms were sore from doing different...

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TwinsChapter 2 The Cabin

I nearly jump from the shock of being caught reading Darcy’s diary. I turned quickly to see Darcy standing a few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip started to quiver and her hands were balled into fists so tight that her knuckles were turning white. I wanted to go to her but I was afraid Darcy would hit me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I then realized I still had Darcy’s dirty panties in...

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Mariels North sea crossing sharing a cabin

I was panicking, I needed to be back in time for the start of term and here I was in Göteborg and the boat to Newcastle, was full, in that there was no cabins left.I was offered a share, but I was warned that it was not company policy, so there would be no formal agreement from the shipping company.I reluctantly accepted, only to find out later, that the booking clerk, was a friend of my fellow occupants on the trip across.At least I had a bed and would sleep like the proverbial log, and not...

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Uncle Toms Cabin

I put my other holiday travel alternatives on hold. Flying to San Francisco to meet my doctor lover Mark seemed too depressing under the circumstances. How could I face him? I had just been sexually victimized and sodomized by a black football team. And I didn't want to fly to Orlando and give the players a return engagement. Not one of them had kissed me. Not on the lips under my nose anyway. I'm definitely a romantic at heart. Having sex without tenderness and caring didn't appeal to me....

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Uncle Jays Cabin

Many people ask me if I get hot writing these stories. My answer: "Fuck Yeah I get hot writing these!!" That's one reason it takes me months to follow up previous tails...errr ummm, tales. I certainly DO love this site and am happy to be able to contribute to it's content, upkeep and maintenance. So should you......Please donate to this free and lovely website so we can keep the cum flowin'........Thank you. ********************** "Uncle Jays Cabin" ************************* ...

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Dot Dorothea and Dick

Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...

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Journey to the Past unabridgedChapter 6 Our Cabin

The next morning I quietly got out of bed, dressed and left the van. I have been trying to work out a theory that the time warp hole only opened around about six in the morning, which is my usual rising time anyway. This time of the morning is one of the quietest times on the road that we had been travelling down, and if the warp had opened at any other time, there would have been a lot more vehicles in the clearing. When I got up I took the long pole, which I call my Calendar Stick, I cut a...

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The Cabin

It was morning and the first full day for the event. He would be needed later in his official capacity, but for now all was quiet in the world about him. He stood looking down between the evergreens and the now leaf barren maples, into the river valley. A train on the far bank wound its way to the north from the great city; and as if staged for his enjoyment, a large tug pulled a string of what appeared to be empty barges down river. There was no ice in the river yet, but soon enough this far...

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Who was that SSBBW in the cabin

Excuse my bad EnglishI have thought to share this story for all the curious SSBBW admirers. Many have asked me about it and i thought i can just write it in some details for my fellow fat admirers.Few months ago i was in my hometown to attend my cousin´s wedding. All family and relatives/cousins went to cabins for parties and cermony itself. There was so many big hot plump BBW/SSBBW and mostly married SSBBW. During late parties they were subtly felt up by other husbands with big wives. It was...

3 years ago
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The Cabin

It was a miserable rainy day. Sarah was on the train to the town to get the weekly shop. She took the same train she always did, alone. Dressed simply to avoid attention, she took a seat away from a group of other teens and didn’t notice the man sat on the chair behind her. Sarah practically lived alone. Her father died in a car accident when she was 11 and her mother’s grief drove her to work constantly, leaving Sarah to fend for herself. Since then she only saw her mum once maybe twice a...

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A Quiet Weekend At The Cabin

Last weekend Lisa and I had plans for a quiet weekend away from our home, at our cabin some miles out of town in the woods, but little did she know that I'd been talking to our friend Heather. Heather and Tom are two of our closest friends, and she and I had decided to surprise my wife Lisa and Heather's husband Tom with a fantasy weekend that they'd both love and enjoy.Lisa and I had planned a master-slave getaway as we sometimes role play and she loves it, and Heather knew that both Lisa...

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Naughty Betty And Her Second Night At The Cabin

Betty frowned a little when I told her all in good time. I got the feeling that her motor was already running and warmed up. I smiled up at her and leaned forward to take in her aroma. She leaned in and let my face touch the top of her beautiful cunt. I breathed in deep and then licked her slit from her taint to her clit slowly and deliberately. She groaned and leaned hard against my face. I took her by the hips and turned her around and sat her down across my lap and then kissed her deeply...

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The Cabin

"Mom, I think that truck is following us." Said the young blonde with curly hair "What truck?" Replied the older blonde woman. "The one that has been behind us since our last gas stop." "Maybe it's a coincidence?" "The map says this road leads one way and that way is the cabin." Said the daughter checking the map on her phone. "It could be that they're lost." "Well we'll know shortly, we're here." "Finally, I need to pee!" Announced the petite brunette. "I told you to go when we stopped last...

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The Hidden Cabin

WARNING:This is very different from my other stories. Sometimes I can be a bit sadistic.I looked up at the quaint cabin in front of me. I had decided that the remote location was perfect for what I had in mind. This was my second day at the cabin and I had quite the week planned. The first day at the cabin had been spent getting everything ready, and that night finding the perfect subject. It hadn't taken to long. It was only a 45 minute drive to the nearest small town, and I had found a...

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What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin

We had been driving for about 30 minutes.  I take my eyes off the road for a moment, to look at you. You smile.  You’ve never been to the cabin with me.  You’re excited, you can’t wait to get there and see it.  I’m excited too but not for the same reasons.  You look hot in that short skirt and that top with your tits almost hanging out.  Only another 30 minutes, and we will be there.  I’ll have you to myself until tomorrow.   There’s smoke coming out of the chimney, good.  My husband told me...

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What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin

We had been driving for about 30 minutes.  I take my eyes off the road for a moment, to look at you. You smile.  You've never been to the cabin with me.  You're excited, you can't wait to get there and see it.  I'm excited too but not for the same reasons.  You look hot in that short skirt and that top with your tits almost hanging out.  Only another 30 minutes, and we will be there.  I'll have you to myself until tomorrow.   There's smoke coming out of the chimney, good.  My husband told me...

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Honeymoon Cabin

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Feel free to show your support and find more stories and games "HERE" ENJOY! =) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Wake up Jake! It's almost 730! We have to pick up your family at 8! Better hurry up!" Dragging my heavy ass out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom and started washing up. Looking at my sleepy face reflected in the mirror, I recalled the events of the previous night. Yesterday, I...

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A Warm Inviting Winter Cabin

John had been working extremely hard on an advertising campaign that the boss insisted be finished immediately. It was very hard work and the boss was quite demanding. Finally, after three long weeks, it was done! (Of course, not a word of thanks!) John wondered what to do to celebrate. At least it was a three-day weekend. Go out with friends to a bar? No, too noisy. Besides, John didn't feel like being around a lot of people. The cabin? Yeah, John thought. I haven't been there in months. I...

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Sexy Intruder Caught at My Alaska Cabin

The snow secretly crept into the wooded valley like a silent thief stealing the mountain’s foliage. It was delivering a peaceful white blanket of a fresh new season. It was a cold, dark night. My destination was a mountain cabin so far into the forest that I had to walk the last three miles of the trip.  Already I could feel the warmth of the fireplace. I was in excited anticipation of the hot rabbit stew I had planned to hearth cook in my cast iron. There were no utilities. The hearth was the...

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