Stag: A Masquerade Ball Romance

by Angela Blake

  I grabbed Brandon and Chris’ hands, sandwiching myself between them. “Yeah, please, let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter Four

  It took us a good three hours just to find a decent, safe spot. We moved away from the river and tried to head back West, using the sun as our directional guide. We knew the general direction of the camping site but we were still miles away and nothing here looked familiar.

  Fortunately, we did reach a small glade where there was nothing but soft grass and a rocky center that wasn’t filled with mud. The trees around this area were all evergreens and I did spot what looked like a blueberry tree.

  I crashed down in the center and lay on my back. “Fuck. We’ve been walking for forever and we’re nowhere near the camping site.”

  “If we keep going like this it’ll be nightfall and we’ll be exposed out here,” Chris pointed out. “Without the rain, all the wild animals out here will go out and we’ll be up high on their hunting list.”

  “So we need a place to camp out until we know a bit more about this place,” I said. “Don’t you think our friends are looking for us?”

  Brandon nodded but he then pointed to our environment. “Sure they are. I bet they’re all worried about us. Even if they are looking for us it could take days before they find us or before we manage to get back to the camping grounds. It’s best we find a safe spot, rest there, and then each day try to trek further out until we know where we are and how to get back to them.”

  That sounded reasonable. I had no survival skills, however, and I wanted to let them know I’d be pretty much useless out here. “I do have to admit though, I suck at this. I can’t build a fire, I can’t really cook unless it’s with my usual appliances and I don’t know the first thing about first aid.”

  Both men laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked with a frown on my face.

  “Don’t you worry,” Brandon said. “We were both in the Marines. We can take care of you, little baby.”

  Little baby? Oddly enough, it kind of felt nice to be called that.

  “Yeah,” Chris added in. “We can handle all this. You just sit back and stay pretty.”

  That got a laugh out of me. “Really, you guys think I’m pretty?”

  “No,” Brandon answered. “We think you’re goddamn fucking hot. You’ve got nice tits, too.”

  My jaw dropped and I looked at him with a blank expression on my face. I didn’t know what to say to that.

  “Yeah, we know you saw us peeping at you when you were taking a bath,” Chris said with a big grin on his face. “You loved flashing those perky tits at us, didn’t you?”

  I seriously wanted to smack them both in the face. “Okay, I enjoyed it. Can we go now? I’d rather find a roof to sleep under instead of discussing whether or not I enjoyed flashing for you guys.”

  They both laughed again and to be honest, I appreciated the light-hearted moment. Ever since it began raining I was filled with dread and worry. This was legitimately the first time I felt a little okay.

  “Are any of you guys hungry?” Brandon asked. “We could get some berries and then look for shelter. There’s probably a cave here or some fallen logs and branches we could use to make a hut or something.”

  Berries sounded like a good idea. A place to sleep in sounded even better.

  “Yeah, that sounds like a genius idea,” I said. I got up and headed over to the berry tree. Brandon and Chris followed suit. Chris ripped what was left of his shirt and made a makeshift bag out of it. We dumped some berries into it and looked around for something else we could use. Chris took off for a bit and said he was going to look for a tree to climb and see where we were.

  We spent about twenty minutes harvesting food when Chris suddenly hollered out.

  “Hey! I found something!”

  I looked at Brandon and he looked back with a confused shrug. We waited until we saw Chris running back.

  “Whew,” he said as he finally caught up to us and leaned down, trying to catch his breath. “I saw a cabin, just a little ways out North. It’s between some trees and it looks like it’s in good shape. Not sure if anyone lives there or not. It could be an old office lodge of the camp site managers or something.”

  “I hope there are people,” I told him. “Whether from the camp site administration or not, someone will be able to help us get back.”

  Just saying it out loud gave me a strong feeling of redemption and hope.

  We walked along a clear path between ridges of trees and after just a few minutes we managed to spot the cabin. Up close, it looked a lot bigger than how Chris described it to be. It was a bungalow but it was long and made of thick logs. The windows were dark and there were no lights turned on, inside and out. That kind of dampened my hopes as it meant no one was there to help us. When we got even closer I realized two of the windows were shattered and there were vines crawling in.

  “Wow, this place looks pretty abandoned,” I commented as we stood just a few feet outside the main door.

  “It looks pretty solid though,” Brandon exclaimed. “I mean, just look at it. It’s still standing pretty strong. There’s a chimney too so I guess we can get a fire going inside. That’d be nice and comfortable.”

  Chris walked up to the door, checked if it was locked, and when he found it wasn’t he opened the front door and went inside. Brandon and I quickly followed.

  Inside the cabin was dark and there were a few puddles of water by the broken windows. Other areas were dusty but other than the dirt, leaves, and water it looked like a perfectly maintained cabin. By my guess, it was last used just in the last few months although I couldn’t explain why it was abandoned. There were still some plates behind a glass cabinet, leather couches that looked brand new if not for the dust and the fireplace was in good shape. It had a neat cover that prevented rain water from flooding in and fortunately this cover was shut which meant we could get a fire going this instant if either of these two knew how to build a fire without a lighter or matches.

  “Well, we better try to patch these windows with something and then clean out the place,” Chris said. “I’ll go check the rooms and see what still works here.”

  He walked out of the living room and entered through the nearby doors. I watched as he took a quick sneak peek at each room while Brandon grabbed some old cloth from the kitchen area and began wiping down the couches.

  “We got running water,” Chris hollered from the back. “I think they got this place hooked up to a natural spring or something.”

  “Oh damn, that’s music to my ears,” I answered. I rushed to follow him and found him cleaning the bathroom with an old towel from the rooms. “Is that a hotel towel?”

  He looked back at me and nodded, “Yeah. I guess this place could be rented out. They got towels here, cooking utensils, a heater, some soap and other things. They even got bathrobes and slippers. I checked the rooms. They even got nice white duvets and those thick blankets.”

  Wow, that sounded like a really good hotel description but it was out here in the middle of nowhere.

  “I’m going to take a shower then,” I told him.

  Chris didn’t budge. It was like he didn’t hear me. He just kept on cleaning like it was nobody’s business.

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, Chris? I’m going to take a shower.”

  “Huh? Oh right, right,” he got up and started to head out of the bathroom. “I just assumed you wouldn’t mind.”

  I laughed and gave him a flying kiss and a wink. He winked back and walked out, allowing me to take a nice bath in private. When I was done, they followed suit and we all just dressed into the bathrobes that were kept in the drawers. These were well protected from dust and dirt and even smelled good.

  By evening we were all on the couch having berries. Even though we were out here in the wild, far away from our friends and civilization, I oddly felt secure and at ease with these two. Because I was the only girl
here I felt a rush of pride, like I was so important to them.

  I smiled and hugged them both.

  Chapter Five

  Shit, it’s so cold. I awoke shivering in the night. They gave me one of the rooms, the one with all the windows still intact, but even with them all shut I still shuddered. I needed some warmth.

  “Fuck this,” I whispered to myself and trod out of the room and back to the living room. They cleaned it out earlier but we were all too tired from the trek to do anything about it. I couldn’t take the cold anymore and tried to get a fire burning with the few logs we had in the fireplace.

  “How do I even get this shit started?” I blurted out as I picked up the logs and just stared into the darkness of the hearth. I didn’t know the first thing about building a fire but I did know it involved rubbing wood together until they get a spark. I’ve seen it done on television before, in one of those reality TV shows, but I never actually tried.

  Well, at least if I keep moving I’d warm myself and if by some dumb luck I do get a fire then I’d be all set.

  Picking up some of the logs I tried to get a fire burning. I did everything from scraping off some wood pieces that could burn like paper to rubbing two sticks together furiously to spark some friction. Nothing happened. I kept on trying for another thirty minutes but by the end of that, I was on the floor, exhausted and still freezing my ass off.

  “What the fuck did I just waste all this time for?” I muttered to myself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  “That’s a lot of fucking from a cute petite girl,” a voice answered.

  I sat up in surprise and found Brandon looking down at me. Well, I figured it was Brandon. I couldn’t really see since it was so damn dark but he had a slightly bigger build than Chris and his voice was distinguishably more coarse and deeper.

  “Shit, you scared me,” I told him as I grabbed his hand and yanked him down to sit beside me on the floor.

  “I didn’t mean to,” he said as he took a seat. He grabbed a hold of my hand and squeezed. It felt so reassuring. “Can’t get a fire going?”

  “I did try,” I said as I leaned in closer and rested my head on his arm. “Stupid piece of shit won’t catch on.”

  Brandon suddenly wrapped me with both his arms and gave me a really tight, warm hug. “I’ll keep you warm, little baby girl.”

  Hmm, that felt awfully good. I shut my eyes and just basked in the moment. I pushed him down to the floor and squirmed a bit until I could lie down comfortably and rest my head on his chest. He kept his embrace around me tight. It was a little awkward, however, since we were both wearing old bathrobes and nothing underneath. I felt so exposed without a bra and panties, even though I knew he couldn’t see me in the dark.

  Then he moved a little bit and wrapped one of his legs around me. He then pulled me in closer and for the first time, I felt my breasts press against his rock-solid body. It was like his muscles were made of stone.

  God, this guy is so fucking hot. His body felt like that of a freaking supermodel. I could literally feel his muscles throbbing and pressing against me. With him holding me this way he could crush me and I’d love it.

  “Hey, Alia,” he then whispered softly. He moved a little and I followed suit, rolling over to face him. As soon as I did I felt him push forward and plant a kiss on my lips. For a fleeting second I panicked but then the warmth of his lips and the strong pressure from his hold captivated me and drowned me in further.

  “Mmm,” I moaned and mumbled as he continued to press his lips against mine, engulfing me with deep and heavy passion. I could feel my body weaken and crush itself under his strength.

  Before I knew it I was hugging him tighter and I myself was leaning into his kiss, pressing back until our kisses were becoming more rabid and wild. I could feel his tongue lashing out and digging into my mouth to dance with my own and his hands – oh his heavy, strong hands – roamed across my tiny frame until one grasped at my ass and gave a squeeze. The pressure and intensity from his touch made me squirm in closer and he bit down gently on my lips in excitement.

  He’s so delicious… I loved this. I was alone out here, in the woods, making out with one heck of a handsome guy. This was every girl’s dream and I happened to stumble into it because of a stupid thunderstorm.

  Then his hands roamed even more. I could feel his fingers trace across the curves of my body as he dug his hands underneath my robe. My heart skipped a beat when I felt his hand cup my breasts and I only noticed then that my nipples had stiffened. I was holding back my breath and as I let out a soft sigh he gave my tits a squeeze, making me moan out in sudden pleasure.

  “Aah…” I let out a cry as the feeling of lust and pleasure swirled within me with his every touch.

  “You’re such a succulent little girl,” Brandon whispered just before he pinched and twisted my right nipple, making me squirm in pure joy and lust. He quickly undid my robe, slide me out of it and tossed my only clothes to the side. As he took off his own he said; “I heard from your friends that you’re still a virgin.”

  I let out a soft moan as he continued to touch me and then nodded. After a moment I recalled he could not see me as it was so dark so I explained. “Yes, I am… that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it before. I do want to try.”

  “Then let’s try,” another voice suddenly answered.

  “What? Chris?” I called out and panicked. I was about to get up from the floor but Brandon held me down, keeping his embrace around me tight and secure. Before I knew what was going on, Chris was down with us as well and he took position behind me, his hands roaming across my body as well.

  “Hush, hush,” Chris said as his hands found their way between my legs. Before I could protest he had his fingers resting just on top of my bare pussy, his index finger sitting between its lips. With a single move, he could push his finger in and break my hymen. I was nervous, holding my breath as he kept his hand down there, but as worried as I was I also felt incredibly aroused. Even if I were to lie, there was no denying how moist and warm my pussy was becoming. I wanted – no, I needed – their attention and affection.

  “We’re both here for you,” Brandon said as he kissed my forehead.

  “B-both?” I stuttered. As I did they both inched their way closer, squeezing me between them. I could already feel Brandon’s cock pressing against my legs in the front and Chris’ cock, which seemed a little bigger and longer, was pressing right up against my ass.

  Chris, who didn’t seem to be wearing his robe, pressed his cock up even further and started rubbing it against my skin. I could feel how thick and hard it was as he shoved it against my ass cheeks, occasionally letting it slide between just to make me jolt a little.

  “Jumpy little girl,” Chris whispered into my ear before he kissed the back of my neck and began to lick me, going down from my neck to the arch of my back. It was warm and I could feel the goose bumps on my arms as he began to suckle on my skin.

  “She is,” Brandon responded. He was rubbing his own cock against my leg and was slowly massaging my breasts.

  I melted between the two, losing all strength to fight back and all I wanted at this point was for them to continue pleasuring me. I wanted this. I needed this.

  “Come, Alia,” Chris then invited as he got up and pulled me as well. He stood tall but he made me remain kneeling on both knees. He held my head with both his hands and positioned himself right in front of me, his cock swinging just inches away from my face.

  “Open your mouth,” Brandon instructed. “Open your mouth and we’ll show you a whole new world.”

  I did and as soon as my lips parted Chris slammed his cock into my mouth.

  Chapter Six

  Chris’ meat was hard, throbbing and too wide for me to handle. Just trying to fit his humongous cock forced me to really stretch my mouth and gape it open. It was long and not even half could fit into me as the tip had already pressed against the back of my mouth, threatenin
g to shove into my throat.

  “You ought to see this, Brandon,” Chris said as he grunted in pleasure. “Her mouth is so fucking tight. It’s like fucking a little pussy.”

  Brandon, who stood behind me, pried my legs open and then slid down between. He positioned himself so that my pussy was just above his face. “Really? Well, let’s see how her actual pussy tastes then.”

  What? My heartbeat was getting faster and faster. I felt tense and unsure of what was going on. However, before I could further gather my thoughts and really assess the situation, Chris began plowing his cock in and out of my mouth. He pounded into me with a sudden force that I could only drool and slobber all over his rod like a hungry little animal.

  My mind went haywire as Chris did nothing but fuck my mouth and throat relentlessly and with a fury like no other. He pounded in as if my mouth was just another pussy and had little regard for my comfort. He would only pull out every other minute or so just to let me gasp for air but as soon as I thought I was catching my breath he would slam his cock right back in and drill me once more.

  Just as I thought I was beginning to enjoy this rough play, Brandon suddenly pulled down on my hips and brought my pussy to his face. He kissed my pussy lips wildly, lashing with his tongue, but took care not to push his tongue in further and to avoid penetrating my wall. The mere warmth of his mouth and tongue on my womanhood sent shocks throughout my body.

  “Mmf!” I mumbled as the rush of euphoria took over me. Every inch of my body was flooding with pleasure and I didn’t know what else to do. I tried to reach for Chris’ cock as it slammed into me but my strength failed me and the surge of activity all around me just made me flail like a doll caught between two bulls.

  I was perfectly sandwiched between them and there was no place for me to go. Chris had his cock firmly in my mouth and my pussy was locked in Brandon’s lips. Even when I tried to move or to touch them my hands simply flailed and I could do nothing but drool and moan in pleasure. The only thought pervading my head at this moment was that I wanted more.