Our Fucking Cabin [MF] [Pussy Licking] [Vanilla]

It all happened last fall. My wife and I went on a hiking, or better said on a fucking trip together. We booked a cabin in a very remote mountain region to enjoy the beautiful autumn colors and to fuck each others brains out. To put a pun into her oven, because we were both in our early thirties, and it was time to found a family. And yes, we were already trying to produce some offspring for some back then, but nothing came out of it. We talked with some trustworthy people about it and someone gave us the advice to take a couple of weeks off together. While being in a low stress, phone free environment.

It took us some time to figure out what we wanted to do. But then my wife discovered some of those off grid living channels online, and she was more than just found of it. She suggested it to me, and I said yes. So we hunted down a remote cabin in some remote mountains far away from the next bigger human settlement. Luckily we found one. And we booked it: From the middle of October until the middle of December. Our plan was to enjoy the romantic autumn colors and the first snow together.

Luckily we both were able to convince the companies we worked for to give us two months off. Partly it was paid vacation from the last years, partly it was unpaid vacation, but we were happy that it was doable.

Once the date was set, we began to prepare ourselves. We both were big city kids, so we needed to learn a lot. We booked a few survival courses, and we went on some hiking trips together. To make our new boots getting used to our feed, or our feet getting used to our new boots.

Days, weeks and months passed by fast and travel day was there. We already had packed all of our stuff, we already had bought some supplies and we had rented out a huge SUV with some off road tires on it. It was time to say goodbye to our apartment and head out into the wild.

But before we arrived there it was couple of hours on a highway, about two hours on country roads and then we were in the small mountain village that was relatively close to the cabin. The views were already breath taking. The town was laying in a valley, surrounded by nothing but forest and high mountains with snow covered tops.

In the village we met the owner of the cabin. She gave us our keys, she told us about everything we had to look after and she told us to bring at least double, if not three times the supplies we had with us. My wife and I nodded with our heads. But our car was already full.

So the owner of the cabin was so nice to lend us a trailer, and she led us to the local grocery store. The prices were okay, a little bit higher than in the city, but we had enough money to buy a lot of food. And to buy a lot of fuel for the generator. Once we had everything, the cabin owner hugged each one of us and then we left. We were heading up the mountain. On some dirt roads. Roads big enough to be used by some trucks loaded with logs, so no problem for my big black car at all.

And then, finally we arrived. We took one last turn, and there it was, our cabin. Built on the sunny side of the valley. Built next to a small river running down into the valley. All framed by some beautiful fall colors. While providing astonishing views onto the surrounding mountains. My wife and I, we thought that we had found paradise.

But for no, no time to enjoy it all. After a short inspection of the cabin, after we had opened up all the blinds, and the windows to let some fresh air in, it was time to unload everything. It was time get the supplies inside. It was time to refuel the generator, but to my surprise, the tank was still close to full, so the cabin owner probably just made us bringing an emergency ration.

After everything was inside, I parked the car and the trailer in the garage next to the outhouse. Yes, the owner build a garage up here. To protect the car. And yes, there was a non flushed outhouse. A traditional looking wild west toilet with a heart shaped opening in the front door.

Luckily that was the only inconvenience we had to deal with. There was running water and a bathroom in the cabin. We even had warm water when you made a fire beneath the boiler. All together we picked a very comfy cabin, not a die hard survival hut that had no comfort to offer at all. We were planing on relaxing, not fighting for our lives.

But the cabin was missing one thing. One thing that was eating away a lot of our lives back then: It had no cell service. No internet. Nothing. In case of an emergency, there was an old radio in one corner of the cabin. And yes, I learned to operate it beforehand. In one of the survival classes I took.

After we were settled in, or at least partly settled in, we had about two, maybe three hours of daylight left. We were thinking about exploring the surrounding, but my wife was not that happy with how dust covered everything in the cabin was. So she decided to clean the place. To get the dust out of the main room that served as a kitchen and a living room, to clean the small bathroom and to get the dirt out of our small bedroom on the upper floor. I offered her my help, but she told me that I just would be in the way. So I went out, to explore the immediate surrounding of our home for the next two months.

I found a few nice views, lot of trees, some foot paths leading downwards, some leading upwards and some deeper into the valley. I decided to head in deeper. To explore the inner parts of the valley: The road got steeper, but I kept on going. Until I was standing in front of another hut. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and a woman in her mid fifties came out of her hut when I came closer. She walked towards me, with a huge smile on her face: “Hello, are you the new neighbor from down the road?”

The owner of our cabin must have told her about me, and my wife. She looked more than just friendly, and damn it, I must admit, she caught my eyes. And it was her, who did the talking. She asked me about my name, asked me about my wife, and asked me about how long we were planing to stay. She also told me to be careful, because when winter really hits, we might be stuck up here.

All I did was nodding, and asking a few questions back, when she gave me a chance to do so. She told me that she was living alone up here for a few years now. She had enough of her stressful city life, her children are grown up and her husband had ran off with his secretary. So she decided that it was time for a change. And so she moved into the mountains. Spend her time improving her cabin, growing or foraging her own food and write smutty novels.

In the end she invited me and my wife to have some coffee or tea with her. We just should she up, and when she was around, it would be coffee time. If she wasn’t around, we should try our luck on another day. I thanked her for the invitation, then I headed back to our cabin.

When I arrived, my wife still busy cleaning. I said hello, she ignored me. I told her that I was going to make some dinner, she hugged me: “Thank you, I will return the favor.”

Then I began to cook. It was my first time working with a wood fired stove. And it was my first time working without any modern, electricity consuming appliances. In the end, it worked out, sort off. Because regulating your temperature by throwing less or more wood into the stove, that is something you have to get used to do.

During dinner I told my wife about our neighbor. She was found of the idea to visit her one day, because she wanted to ask her anything about living up here. She wanted to benefit from her experience. To make life easier for us. And to have someone to chit chat with.

After our first meal in our new home for the next months I took care of the dishes. While my wife was lighting up the fireplace. To set the mood for the evening. A few failed attempts and some cursing later the fire was on.

When I was done doing the dishes, my wife and I placed ourselves in front of the fire place. We were cuddling next to each other while watching the wood burn to ash and enjoying a drink together. It was nothing but relaxing. Relaxing and romantic.

So it didn’t took long until we were onto each other. It all began with some gentle kisses. With my hands exploring her body, and her hands exploring my body. The gentle kisses soon turned into passionate ones. Then we ripped the clothes of the others body.

Only a few moments later she spread her legs for me. And I dug in. My tongue was on her pussy, then my tongue was in her pussy. She tasted nothing but great. Then I brought my fingers into the game. One wen in first, then a second one and then a third one.

Now her moaning was filling the cabin. More and more tension was building up. I knew the spots I had to hit, so it was easy for me to work her towards her first orgasm of the night.

She came closer and closer with every thrust I gave her, and then, when she was really close, I stopped. She hates it when I do that. She got really angry. And she jumped onto me.

She slid my dick inside her dripping wet and swollen pussy. She used me as her living dildo. She rode herself to an orgasm. Not caring about me at all. I love it, when she does that.

After she came for the first time, she pretended that she had enough. But I knew her better. I took her body, bent her over the dinner table and took her from behind. My dick sliding in and out of her pussy felt nothing but awesome. And I was in control now.

I fucked myself towards an orgasm. Hard, fast and deep. I used her to please my urges. To empty my aching balls. She loves it, when I fuck her that way. Her moaning, my moaning, our moaning got more and more intense.

Just a few more hard thrusts left. Her legs already began to tremble. I was really close. Then, one last and final thrust. My balls emptied themselves into her unprotected pussy. I dumped a huge and nasty load inside her. She came with me.

Tension was leaving our bodies. My sweat covered body collapsed onto her sweat covered body. It took us some time regain ourselves, but when it happened, I got off her, she turned around, looked me in the eyes and told me that she loves me. I told her the same, then we shared a few gentled kisses, cleaned up ourselves as good as we could and went in front of the fireplace again: For some cuddling.

Some time later we went to bed. We were spooning before we fell asleep. We were sleeping like two babies. It was the best sleep that we had for a long, long time. And well, we both were dreaming about the next two months.

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