10 comments/ 234467 views/ 64 favorites Hunting By: quinn rogan I think, especially with people who've been married a long time, fantasy plays a large part in the sexual relationship, and I'm absolutely convinced that many married women love to imagine all sorts of things, but would never even be unfaithful to their husbands, in real life. We've been married nearly eighteen years now, and are well into the fantasy stage. Needless to say, my mind usually dreams up situations involving Mary with other men, something that turns me on more and more as the years go by. She goes along with this happily enough, in our own bed, but it all stops at the bedroom door. In real life, until recently, I've only ever twice enjoyed a genuine experience of that type. The first was four years ago, when we rented a holiday chalet for a week. We had glorious weather and spent a lot of time in the swimming-pool, with the kids. We got friendly with two other couples, and often sat together at the poolside. On the first afternoon, as Mary pulled herself out of the water and walked towards me, I suddenly realised I could see her pubic hair through her swimsuit. My first reaction was to mention it to her, but I stopped myself - and then began to get a hard-on, imagining other men looking at her. Next time she went into the pool, I went with her, and went underwater to have a look. Sure enough, when her costume was really wet, her black hair was clearly visible, but it only took a few seconds after she left the water for the hair and the costume to separate, and you couldn't see anything. But what a horny week I had! This kept me on the boil the whole time, and I was able to pick out the men who had noticed her, and who tried to keep an eye on her, so that they could have a good look as she emerged from the water. They included, of course, the two husbands with whom we became friendly. Unfortunately, the exposure didn't work on her breasts, but my second real-life experience did involve them - and it was also when we were on holiday. I had a late week last year, and we rented another holiday cottage on the south coast - just the two of us, as the kids are no longer very keen on going away with us, and, in any case, we wanted a bit of peace and quiet. There was no swimming-pool - anyway, she's got a new costume which is much less revealing! - but it was glorious weather and we spent most of our time on the fairly secluded beach with the rest of the cottage-dwellers. There were about a dozen cottages - mainly one-bedroom - so most of the holidaymakers were couples and, over the course of the week, most of us got to know each other and shared a few drinks in the pub in the nearby village. The weather continued fair all through the week and, even at closing-time in the pub on our last night, the night was warm as around sixteen or so of us wended our way back up the sandy track to our temporary dwellings. On the way back, someone suggested a midnight barbecue and, within half an hour, we had a fire going and sausages, chops, bits of steak and baked potatoes were sizzling away happily. A bit of foraging turned up some bottles of wine and cans of beer and it all turned into a bit of a party. There was no music or dancing, but there was a lot of easy conversation, with jokes that got more and more risqué and, now and again, one of the younger couples would disappear into the darkness of the sand dunes beyond the fire, to the accompaniment of loud ribald comments. At about half past one, the beer supply started to get a bit low, and Mary, who had had a bit more than usual to drink, "volunteered" me to go and raid our fridge to see what I could come up with. I trudged off happily to the cottage and liberated half a dozen cans of lager and another bottle of sparkly plonk . . . . . . When I got back to the fire, though, there were only two people there - one of the young couples, Nick and Emma. I could hear sounds of running and laughter among the dunes, but I couldn't see anything, so I asked them what was going on. Nick wasn't very sure, but Emma said she had heard something about a "hunt". When they had come back from a walk along the beach, only the men had been round the fire, and they had all run off as the couple arrived. I had a curious feeling of excitement as she told me this. Just before I had left, someone had been talking about a book they had been reading about eighteenth century France, when the local gentry, after a good dinner, used to summon the young women of the village to the castle, then release them in the forest, to be pursued on horseback, after a ten minute start, by the noble gentlemen - the prize for catching one of them being fairly obvious . . . . . . . My mouth dried as I imagined what could be going on in the darkness of the sand dunes, as I dropped the beer and set off, trying to accustom my eyes to the darkness beyond the fire. Able to see nothing, at first, I followed the nearest noise, then my eyes began to get accustomed to the night, and I saw the occasional shape cresting a dune, then disappearing into a hollow. There was the odd shout, then a laugh, and then, excitingly, an indisputable feminine squeal. I set off in the direction of the squeal, then reasoned that if it was someone who had been caught, then it would be the catcher who was claiming the reward - not me! In any case, reason told me, this wasn't eighteenth century France and the reward was unlikely to be more than a slobbery kiss - but I wouldn't mind one - or two - of those, particularly from one or two of the younger wives I had admired during the week. Then I spotted another figure - definitely female! - running hard, over to my right, about fifty yards away, and I broke into a trot, veering towards her. She began to disappear down into a valley, then I saw, close behind her, two men, who were clearly running faster then she was, and were definitely on her tail. They, too, disappeared into the hollow, then I heard a squeal and, with a shock, realised it was Mary! I put on a spurt and ran up the dune, dropping, instinctively, into the sand as I reached the top. She was standing between two men, each of whom was holding one of her wrists. I recognised Peter - a chap of about thirty-five who, judging by his tan and his fit, muscular body was a building worker of some description - and Gary, one of the younger married men, whom I had scarcely spoken to.. All three were breathing hard, and laughing. "Right, Mary," said Peter eventually, in his deep West Country accent. "We caught the fox - it's forfeit time!" Mary smiled up at him, and nodded. "It's a fair cop, guv," she said, and, without hesitation, put her arms round his shoulders, and surrendered her mouth to him. My penis stiffened uncomfortably as they kissed deeply. At first, Peter had his arms round her upper body, then he dropped his right hand and squeezed Mary's bottom through her beach shorts. She relaxed into him for a couple of seconds, then broke off the kiss and stepped back, laughing a little shakily. "It's a good job for you I've had too much to drink," she giggled. "I only hope Alan isn't looking for me!" She blew out her cheeks, then turned to Gary. He took hold of her, rather awkwardly, and bent down to find her mouth. She was wearing only a halter top above her shorts and he didn't seem to know quite where to put his hands, eventually settling, like Peter, on her bottom, but not in the same lascivious way as he had. The kiss ended and Mary smiled at the pair of them, quite relaxed now. "That was nice", she said. "Rounded off my holiday nicely!" My excitement began to subside and I was on the point of announcing my presence when Peter said "You wouldn't have palmed off a French milord with a quick peck like that, Mary." "But you're no French milord, Peter, are you?" she replied, but she made no move to return to the campfire, and Peter moved quickly, his arms sliding round her shoulders and his mouth closing on hers again. This time, the kiss lasted much longer and, when his hand dropped to fondle Mary's bottom, she squirmed a little, but didn't remove it. Their bodies were moulded together from chest to thigh and my cock hardened rapidly as I thought of his erection pressing into Mary's soft belly. Then, suddenly, Mary sprang away from Peter, her hands flying up her back to catch, just in time, the loose ends of her halter ties, which Peter, clearly, had managed to untie while she was locked in his embrace. Her fingers worked rapidly to tie the ends together again but, just as she completed the bow, Peter put his arms round her again, his hands imprisoning Mary's wrists behind her back. She squirmed determinedly in his grasp, but he had a vicelike grip on her wrists and he slowly pulled her hands away from her halter, which was now tied, loosely, at the back. "Come on, Mary," he said, quietly and persuasively. "Make it a bit exciting. Look - I'm excited!" Still holding her hands, he stepped back from her and nodded down to his swimming trunks where, even from my vantage point, I could see the stiff bulge of his erection. "No, Peter," she said, but I noticed her eyes continually straying, as if hypnotised, to the front of his trunks. I, too, was entranced by the scene being played out below me, and I knew I wasn't going to interfere unless Mary got really frightened - and I guessed that, at this moment, any fear she was experiencing was at least matched by arousal. As for me, my arousal was almost painful, and I was praying that Peter would chance his luck a bit further. Peter glanced over to the silent Gary, standing to the side. "Give us a hand here, mate," he said. Gary looked dubious and Mary, again, blurted out "No! You can't!" "Go on," urged Peter. "She doesn't mean it!" He looked at Mary again. "You don't, do you?", he asked, quietly. "Have I got a choice?" she said, looking up at him, a curious expression on her face. I suddenly realised she needed to feel coerced - powerless. She wanted this to go further, but she wanted to remain blameless - and I suspected that Peter was aware of it, too. "Well," said Peter. "You can scream." Mary laughed shakily and let out a very sotto voce scream. "I don't think anyone heard," she said, in a little girl voice. Then, she took a long shaky breath and dropped her eyes to the sand. Peter nodded to Gary and he stepped forward hesitantly and took the ends of Mary's halter straps in his long fingers. He pulled them apart gently and, as he did so, Peter released Mary's wrists. She let her arms fall by her sides as her halter fell to the sand, exposing her full firm breasts to Peter's admiring gaze. "Oh, Mary," he breathed, and her eyes flickered up to meet his, momentarily, before dropping down to her breasts, then back to his face. His hands rose, slowly, and his thumbs rasped along the tips of her hardened nipples. Her eyes closed, and she swayed a little, then recovered her balance. "That's nice," she murmured, then gasped as his hands took the full weight of both her breasts and squeezed them gently, holding her erect nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Behind her, Gary stepped forward and bent his head to kiss the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his hands lightly gripping her waist. I knew this hollow was a sensitive spot and her shudder of excitement conveyed this to the two excited men. I watched, dry-mouthed and fascinated, very close to climax. I couldn't recall being this turned on since the first few weeks of our own sexual relationship, when Mary's breasts and body were as new to me as they were to the two men now exploring them. She was now leaning back into Gary's supporting chest and Peter's head was lowered, his tongue teasing one of her nipples. Her moans of pleasure were becoming less and less restrained and, when Peter took her right hand and placed it on the front of his trunks, her hand rested without protest along the length of his erection, then her fingers closed round it and squeezed it, gently. Seeing this, Gary took her other hand and dragged it onto his trunks, as well, and she cupped it round his penis and testicles. Gary's other hand reached round to caress her free breast, covering it completely and rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. By now, Mary's head was leaning back, and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavily and her hands were continually moving over the distended erections of her captors, squeezing and stroking them. My prick was so hard it was becoming painful and it was only with a superhuman effort of will that I kept my hand away from it. The next move was probably inevitable but, even so, it was with a sense of disbelief that I saw Peter's hand move towards the front of Mary's tight beach shorts, his fingers gently stroking the top of her inner thigh. I saw her start at the first tentative contact and instinctively draw away, but Gary perceptibly tightened his grip on her and Peter's fingers were insistent, and, slowly, Mary relaxed and the tips of his probing fingers slid under the tight material. I could only imagine what he was touching now, but I could almost feel for myself the slight dampness permeating her brief knickers, communicating itself to his questing fingertips. Then only the back of his hand was visible and, at the same time, Mary let out a gasp and I knew he had negotiated the last flimsy barrier, his fingers sliding through her luxuriant pubic thatch, caressing her wet, warm vulva. And now she really tried to protest - "No! Peter, please! No! Not there!" Then she gasped again and her protest changed to pleading. "Oh, Peter - noooooooo!" But, despite her words, her legs had now parted and she was pressing herself against his hand which, now, had completely disappeared into her shorts. Mary's hands were now pushing ineffectually at Peter's powerful shoulders but her pleas and protests were interspersed with little gasps of pleasure. With a guilty sense of shame, I again convinced myself I should not intervene and watched hungrily as, inevitably, Gary shifted his hold on my wife's upper body, lowering it, gently, to the sand. As she realised what was happening, a fresh protest issued from the squirming Mary, but, having laid her shoulders on the soft sand, Gary placed his hands on top of them and knelt behind her, holding her down, easily. Meanwhile, Pete's hand emerged from Mary's shorts and both hands grasped the waistband. "Oh, Peter, no - you mustn't!" she wailed, but her voice was still low, and Peter smiled as he gently drew her last remaining garments down over her writhing hips. I saw Peter's mouth begin to form an "O" as the top of her jet-black pubic triangle began to emerge and then, suddenly, Mary stopped struggling. She even raised her hips slightly to ease the passage of her shorts and panties under them, and Pete slid them down, easily, over her thighs and calves until they lay, pathetically, in the sand. There was a moment of silence as both men stared at the luxuriant dark forest between her slightly-parted, and now quiescent, thighs, then Gary muttered "Wow!" But it was Peter who was first to shuck off his trunks. His cock, short but thick, sprang up as he pulled the tight trunks down and kicked them off. The white line of his naked buttocks was stark against the deep tan on his fit, powerful body. He dropped to his knees between Mary’s parted calves and leant forward, supporting himself on his hands. I waited for Mary to protest, and struggle, again, but, to my astonishment – and heart-stopping excitement – I saw her right hand stretch forward, as Peter lowered himself slowly towards her. I saw him stop, momentarily, and stare down at his groin, as Mary’s fingers encircled his erection. If I was going to stop this, I had to do it now, but my choking excitement had rendered me practically incapable of speech or movement. I lay still, in the sand, my heart thundering. Gary, realizing that Mary no longer needed to be restrained, was concentrating once more on fondling her breasts, as she raised her hips and thighs, slightly, and eased Peter’s thick cock between her spread thighs. Then she gave a little gasp, as its head nestled between her warm, moist lips – and then almost a scream as Peter drove into her. Her thighs clamped round his waist and her ankles locked behind his back as his buttocks rocked back and forth, pistoning his penis in and out of her. Her cries of pleasure were so familiar to me, and the unspeakable excitement of listening to them as she writhed, naked in the embrace of another man, that I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I plunged my hand down my trunks and released my own throbbing erection. I knelt on the sand, masturbating myself, as I watched the scene below me. Gary, too, had lost control, and had his penis out. He was trying to feed it into Mary’s mouth, and she was doing her best, but all she could manage was to fit her lips round its head and try to keep it in. Gary had his hand wrapped round the shaft, pumping vigorously, and, after a short time, he groaned and turned away, on his knees, and I watched as jets of thick white sperm shot out of the end, onto the sand. Then Mary began to stiffen, pushing her hips up and locking Peter deep inside her, and I knew her high-pitched gasps were about to start as her orgasm took her over. Peter obviously sensed it coming, as well, and, with one last thrust of his cock deep inside her, his lips fastened on Mary’s, stifling her ecstatic cries. Then he, too, went rigid and, as I saw the muscles on his back stand out, the volcano inside me erupted, too, and I spurted out on to the sand. When I recovered, I peered over the lip of the dune. Gary had already got his trunks back on, but Peter and Mary were lying, side by side, facing each other, his hand gently caressing her bottom. Then he leaned forward and kissed her mouth, softly, and rose to his feet. Finding his trunks, he quickly pulled them up, then recovered Mary’s halter top and shorts and, as she rose, helped her to put them on again. No-one said anything, and Gary looked very awkward, but, as Peter held out her top to Mary, he quickly clasped, and squeezed, her breasts, then took her in his arms and hugged her. She hugged him back, then quickly put her top back on, and the three of them linked arms and headed out of the dune, off to my right, back to the campfire. I took another ten minutes to calm down before I returned – for a much-needed drink. I have often thought of that night. So far, I’ve never mentioned it to Mary – nor has she to me – but, some time soon, I think I’ll be able to persuade her to relive it for me, and I’ll feel that heart-stopping excitement all over again! Hunting I was sitting in my blind in the middle of the woods enjoying the quiet peace and solitude. It was one of those rare unseasonably warm afternoons for a November 17 in Michigan; about 58 degrees. The day required only jeans, heavy socks, work boots, a heavy sweater, quilted orange vest, 1 pair of thermals and of course silk bikinis and camisole (my major vice). I'd been watching a group of bachelor turkeys ambling and scratching about in an open area close by for about 10 minutes when they suddenly became agitated and scurried down the run. Curious as to what had unsettled them I searched the direction they had come from and spied a doe approaching from the south, followed by a magnificent 8-point buck. He danced stiff legged close behind her, antlers gleaming in the sun, engorged neck outstretched, head lowered, scenting her. Out of habit I reached for my rifle, eyes never leaving the pair as they stopped about 50 yards from me. He closed in on her, sniffed and then nuzzled and licked at her sex, causing her back end to arch and tail to rise. My hand froze on the rifle barrel as I watched the muscles in his haunches bunch and gather, and then he reared up. I caught a glimpse of his erect penis as he stepped forward mounted, and surged into her. The buck was snugged along her back, head on her neck, mouth open, tongue lolling as he pumped furiously. I realized I'd been holding my breath, amazed by such a rare sight. It was pure energy, no artifice or pretense, just raw sex. I was shocked to feel my body reacting as I continued to watch. Unable to tear my eyes away until as his neck arched, eyes rolled back and he pumped his seed into the still doe, then slid back and off. She just stood there shook her fur back into place, and started to graze, while he stood panting, his sides heaving and pelt twitching. I brought the rifle up hesitantly, my heart not in it. The buck stepped forward again and I remember uttering a startled low "oh, my, damned short recovery time" as he mounted the doe once again in short order. I laid the rifle back down, the movement causing me to realize my nipples were stone hard against the silk camisole as it slid across them. Unsettled, I further realized that my panties were quite damp, the silk clinging to the sensitive flesh like a second skin. Blushing, I watched as they finished and ambled off. I waited in this uncomfortable state for a half hour until the prearranged time for me gather my things and join my friend at the main trail for the walk out of the woods. Kens' 6'7" frame was slouched against a tree, watching me make my way toward him. "What the hell was all that racket over here earlier, Elf?" He towers well above my own vertically challenged 5'. Damn I hate when he calls me that, its usually followed by a barrage of 'short jokes' during the trek back. I blushed and told him what I'd seen, trying to keep my voice calm. He looked at me appraisingly, and then burst out laughing. "Got ya hot didn't it? C'mon, admit it! You got turned on watching them, didn't you?" He is 10 years younger than me; we had been friends and sometime lovers for 13 years and he knew me all too well! Ken moved in close, leaned down and murmured, "I bet your nipples are still hard too." He reached under the vest cupped my breast and dragged his thumb back and forth, teasing the already sensitized nipple. I pressed against his hand and moaned deep in my throat. He knew from past experience just how sensitive my breasts were and how easily he could control me just by focusing his attention there. "Oh we gotta do something about that, baby." He slid the rifle off my shoulder, laid it aside, quickly picked me up and headed back up the trail to my blind. I was kissing and biting his throat and jaw, making quick work of those buttons I could reach. Once there he let go of my legs so I was suspended against his long body, and pressed my back against the rough hewn wood of the blind, pinning me there. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him hungrily as he fumbled with the latch and opened the door. Cupping his hands under my bottom he bent low and carried me in. The blind contains only a chair and a small bottle gas heater for use in very cold weather. Ken sat down in the chair, trapping me between his long legs and started pulling at my clothes until I was down to nothing but silk, the air chill on my heated skin. "Damn, even out here in the woods you dress in silk! Stay very still for me. Don't move and don't make a sound." His hands started a tortuous exploration of my breasts, fingers teasing and pinching through the silk. He leaned forward and breathed hot against my nipples, mouthing them and wetting the fabric. I tried to pull him to me, but he grabbed my wrists, dragging my hands down and trapped them between my sides and his legs. He growled out "I said don't move. Don't make me tie your hands, we both know how much you hate that." I knew Ken would gladly carry out his threat; I felt torn between fear and desire, clamped my legs tightly together, whimpered and complied. All I cared about was having his hands and mouth on me, to stop the ache inside. His hands slid along my hips, the fingers teasing at the leg band of my panties, then drifted to the damp fabric at the center. He bunched the silk in his hand and pulled it up tightly, bringing an unbearable pressure against my throbbing clit and causing me to cry out. He moved the camisole out of the way and began to lick and suck at my nipples, biting down hard. I moaned and felt a new flush of wetness to my pussy. "Good. I can even smell how hot you are now," he whispered. Grabbing my hips he forced me back a few steps then stood up and took off his clothes. "Now, take off your panties and kneel up on the chair. I want to watch you play with yourself, but you are not allowed to cum yet." The silk clung wetly to my pussy as I pulled the panties off then got up on the chair, leaning one arm on the back to support myself. I tentatively ran my fingers along my slit, parting it and carefully avoiding the clit. I knew I was way too close to orgasm and dared not anger him. He stepped close behind me, running his large callused hands along my shoulders, back and ass. He spread the lips apart, pushed in two of his long fingers and started stroking, turning them about within me. I was biting my lip, and fighting the urge to grind back against his hand, my body screaming for release. I looked back and could see him stroking his cock, watched it get very hard and form a drop of precum at the tip. My fingers itched to surround it and weigh his heavy balls. I licked my lips, hungering for the taste of that glistening droplet. He pulled his fingers out of my now sopping wet pussy and and brought his hand to my mouth. "Lick them off. Taste how hot you are." I could now feel the head of his big cock at the opening. He grabbed my hips and pushed forward, stretching me, creating a sensation that mingles both pleasure and pain at once. My muscles contracted, trying to adjust to his hard cock. "Damn you are always so tight," he groaned. He drove forward and buried himself deeply within me and held there for a moment. He eased back and I could feel the lips clinging to his cock and drove forward once more. My body stiffened, gathering itself to explode at the next stroke. I bucked back against him and shuddered through an orgasm so intense it almost hurt, muscles clenching rapidly around his expanding shaft. He started fucking me furiously, hands rocking my hips faster until he groaned and came deep inside of me. When we stopped shaking he lifted me from the chair and sat down with me on his lap stroking my hair and gentling me. "You ok, old girl? Was it as much fun to do as to watch?" Hunting It is October 1st, the first day of deer season here. Here is Wyoming, and hunting season is the ultimate as far as the residents are concerned. Everything else is second to hunting season even the schools consider the first day of hunting season to be an excused absence! I decided to go hunting alone this year, as my usual hunting buddies could not make the annual trip until later in the month. I have never missed the opening day before so I figured I would just go on without them. I had 3 days to myself and settled into camp as usual. I awoke to the natural sounds of mother nature and after doing the things that an early morning wakeup required I made my way out to the best spot I had found on other visits to this area to hunt my deer. I did not have to wait long before this very large buck came into site. I set my scope onto him and fired. He fell as soon as the bullet hit him. I hiked down to him, about 200 yards, and began to field dress him so I could carry him out to camp. This all happened on the first day so I still had plenty of time as far as my trip was concerned to play a little. While I was field dressing the buck a couple of other hunters came by. We talked a little and I discovered that they were from another state and really had no idea where they were. I told them that I was through hunting but still had a few days left for my trip and would be happy to guide them. They were very happy and told me they would help me finish what I was doing so we could get started sooner. We ended up at their camp about mid afternoon with nothing to show for their effort thus far. I told them that we should go to bed early as I would be taking them out an hour before dawn in the morning and they would all be getting the kills they were here for. That morning we all headed out of camp and two hours later the 6 of us returned, all with nice sized bucks! They were very jubilant and wanted to reward me for such a good hunt. I told them that that was not necessary as I was here for another two days anyway and I had enjoyed guiding them. We began to pass a bottle of whiskey around and drink some beer. It was not long and we all decided to head into Deadwood, SD to do a little gambling. I was playing Blackjack and was doing very well when some of the guys came by my table and said they wanted to leave. I told them that I was on a streak and wanted to stay. They talked amongst themselves for a few minutes and told me that if they waited for me they would expect me to serve them in whatever way they wanted for the remainder of their stay. I was drunk enough and winning enough that I didn’t care so I said ok. They waited for me for almost two hours until I finally lost and decided I was ready to leave. We headed back to our camp. I awoke the next day very hung over and wanted nothing more than to just lay in my sleeping bag. But the guys had other ideas. They made me get up, reminding me of my previous nights promise. I got up and cooked breakfast for us all. After breakfast I could see them talking amongst themselves and one of them came over to me and told me that since I had agreed to do whatever they wanted I would be their bitch for the rest of their trip. When I tried to argue they tied me up and said I had no choice, I was theirs now. They then stripped my clothes from me and as much as I tried to stop it from happening my cock sprang to attention. They began to say things like “look he likes this” and “I bet he sucks cock real good”. I was very embarrassed as I had never been with another man before. I was then forced to my knees and a hard cock was forced into my mouth. This guy grabbed my head and fucked my face, yes he fucked my face, he didn’t let me or force me to suck him, he just plain fucked my mouth. When he began to come he held my head still and shot into my mouth and told me to swallow. I tried to swallow it all but could not and some of his cum ran out of my mouth around his cock and dripped down my chin. The rest of them cheered him on. I was then bent over a picnic table and tied to it. My legs spread wide. I could feel someone greasing my asshole as another cock was pushed into my mouth. Then I felt a pressure against my asshole as one of them pushed his hard cock into me. I tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the hard cock in my mouth. Eventually the cock in my ass stopped moving and all I could feel was an immense pressure there. I soon relaxed and he began to move his cock out, then back in slowly. He began to move faster and I was moaning around the cock in my mouth. This was beginning to feel good. After a short time the cock in my ass began to stiffen more and swell, Then my assailant stopped moving and I felt him shoot his cum into my ass. I did not get to rest from that assault as the cock in my mouth pulled out and then was pushed into my ass in one hard push. Again as I tried to scream another hard cock was forced into my mouth as soon as I opened it. This went on for hours as one after another had their turn with me, twice. When I woke up the following morning I was covered in cum and very sore all over. I got up and bathed in the very cold stream. When I returned to camp I was immediately grabbed and it all started again. This went on for the next three days until their trip was over. I was taken again and again and loved every minute of it. I can’t wait until next hunting season! Hunting At 3 a.m. in this huge city, a man enters my home. Before I had a gun that was mine I was a quail-fetch. Shooting from bird blinds, the men were stationary while I traversed through marsh and field with the dogs to recover their slain. If the quail or dove or duck was still alive after the shells, the fall, and the dogs it was up to me to put it out of its misery. When killing a bird with your hands expediency is essential for mercy. They usually flutter and peck a great deal, and five-year-old girls have tiny paws. Grab its neck firmly behind the head, the spot where a mongoose would bite a cobra. It's not in the wrist as others would have you believe, but rather in the angle and speed at which you spin the unfortunate animal in a counter-clockwise circle. Pretend it's a party favor, that the snap of avian bone, which pops like viscous jerky and bubble wrap, is really a whirling, happy toy, and that the point of the game is to shut the screaming toy up with one spin, instead of two, three, four, or, one time, twelve spins and a beak to the wrist. Once I got the gun that was mine Brooks Brickell took over as quail-fetch. He grabbed them by the feet and beat them against a soggy ground with too few rocks. Idiot. Beautiful gun. 4-10 shotgun. Gleaming gun. My father's first gun. Welcoming gun. Good gun. Not my older brother's gun. My gun. A perfect fit in my seven-year-old girl's hands. I have never received a present that made me happier. I murdered so many adorable woodland creatures before the gun. Insects went down with my shoe, spiders ground into the ground for good measure and vengeance against the brown recluse that tried to kill me when I was three. Frogs were stabbed with twigs sharpened on an older boy's knife, snakes with the knife or a machete. We kept machetes and rusted butcher's knives embedded in the flesh of trees all through the hunting grounds. If you saw a pygmy rattlesnake or a water moccasin you grabbed the nearest blade and decapitated the son-of-a-bitch. Carefully, though. The heads still bit for five minutes after they died, and even when they lay still clumsy handling could scratch a fang and send fire with a vicious efficiency through your system. I hate snakes. I really wanted to use the gun on warm things. I actually hit something I aimed towards when I was eight. I killed a deer outside Valdosta in the middle of January. My father and I had woken at three in the morning and driven an hour and a half into Georgia where deer are valued only slightly higher than New Yorkers. Being Georgia in deer season at four thirty a.m., it was fucking cold. We both had coffee and 7-11 snack cakes. I ate mine in the car, listening to my dad explain the problems in American politics. "Too partisan, honey. Remember that. Everyone needs to be far less contentious." "Contentious?" "Touchy." "Oh. Is that what uncle Jonas is?" "Yeah, that'll work. Contentious." Pitch black flight north has always been my favorite form of travel. The only people you can count on in this life are the ones willing to start journeys with you before dawn that they know will end in someone dying. My dad and I hunted. My mom and I went to relatives' deathbeds. My brother drove me to the doctor when I was fifteen (fuck you, Philip O'Neill). When I ask people to join me on road trips it's almost always a test of character. Dad and I hunted outside his friend Leslie's blueberry farm. We spent the morning camouflaged beneath cypress branches utterly silent. Around noon he stood, stretched, and un-cocked his twelve-gauge. "You hungry?" "No, sir." "You're hungry." "No, sir. Thank you." "Good." And he sat back down. Of all the qualities my father possessed, the one that left the deepest impression was concision. You must be succinct when dealing with people. I have not eaten deer in three years. Weeks ago, at a dinner with my Northern neighbors and friends not from home I was asked for advice on how to cook a particular piece of meat. I said I preferred my game rare, and that there was no richer taste than venison still purple in the middle. They stared at me with unashamed horror. "You've eaten....deer? Like, actually?" "Yes." "How could you do that?" "I was hungry." "Yeah, I mean, sure, but, I just...Jesus Christ, how does one get deer?" "I hunted with my father." "How Scout Finch of you." I felt no need to remind them that Scout Finch did not hunt, or to explain the satisfaction of eating something that died because you wanted it to. Venison is softer than beef. It's best grilled over an open flame after soaking in Wild Turkey and Worcestershire. Leave it bleeding in the center. It's like liquid copper wrapped in wood smoke. Good god, I miss my father. Hold the gun just so. Never do this. Always do that. When we headed back to Leslie's with my first deer he tossed me an eight-inch carving knife encased in black leather. "You'll need that pretty soon." "Why?" "Don't want to use your teeth. I don't think." "No sir." Dad and I drove to a shed in a clearing where we'd clean the animals. There was a contraption I loved. It looked like the sturdiest coat hanger ever made. Actually it reminded me of when following my dad's back surgery he'd lain in bed for weeks with a fantastic metal trapeze above his eyes. I'd hang from my crooked gold legs, white hair cutting my father's image into slivers of laugh. I cried when he could walk and function without it. The deer trapeze was different. It was attached to rope, hooks, and pulleys, true, but it also had two spikes, one at each end of the triangle's base. You stabbed them through the back feet of the deer. When the deer was secure you hauled it up and let it hang upside down. Its front feet should usually swing a good foot above the ground. Because I was short then it had to accommodate me. Dad set it with the creature's front legs bent at the knees, its head bowed at an angle, like an altar boy with his flanks lifted up behind him. "Skin or gut. Pick one." It's more of a toss up than you'd think. Skinning takes longer and the sounds are worse, but that's because they're dry. Ever peeled a juiceless orange? It's not like that. The one thing I can equate it to is when a possum died under our house. My babybrother and I crawled through the dark dirt to find it. Dad had tried and clawed back into the light to puke. That's why my brother and I got to go. When we finally spotted the corpse under the bathroom I reached to grab its tail and discovered that its left side had decomposed and melted into the wall of the foundation. "What do we do now?" He blew a sharp whiff of air up through his ash bangs and sighed. "Pull harder." So we did. It pulled off like a rotting, gangrenous hangnail. The sound was close to skinning a deer. The boy next to me laughed. "I think it's sick." Gutting, then. You have to drive the knife (which is sharp, sharper than a razor because your father is conscientious, and you're worried when you stab that the flesh of your fingers grasping the hilt will slide slowly but surely over the blade, severing the nerve and you've seen how uncle Jonas has to get along with one hand) into the chest of the deer slightly below the sternum. Pull down and make two other diagonal cuts at the belly. Empty. Toss the steaming jigglies into the woods. Watch the ants. It's shorter, gutting, but...I'll leave it at that. It takes less time. That was why I chose it. My father was shot in the back of the head by my Aunt Sarah, his sister. I was sixteen. A year earlier I'd gotten pregnant by my first boyfriend, Philip O'Neill (Flip) and had it taken care of by a doctor two hours from home in the panhandle. Dad gave me the money, told my brother to get us back quickly but safely, kissed me, and walked into the house. He'd already beaten the shit out of Philip. When I told him I was in trouble and that there wouldn't be a daddy to help he'd driven over to the O'Neill house and waited outside with a two by four until Philip got home from a trip to Disney World. Philip pulled into the driveway in his green Camry, the Emerald Shitty, and started to pull right back out when he saw dad. My father walked calmly over to the seventeen year old boy that had impregnated me, ripped him out of his still moving car and beat his ass with a block of wood. When dad came home he asked me what I wanted to do. "I don't want it, daddy." "Then you don't have to have it, darlin'. I have to work tomorrow, so your brother will take you. If you feel all right when you get home I'll get you a blue slush puppy. Don't see that boy again." He knew I learned the first time. He worked the next day. My brother got some more practice driving stick. My problem was handled. And that was it. My father and I understood each other. Aunt Sarah was less understanding. She had lived with us since I was ten, since uncle Jonas had died sticky and black, waving his dead hand and trying to figure out how you spelled leukemia. She was tall like daddy, and they had the same eyes, but what looked kind on him looked sneaky on her. We'd existed peacefully enough for five years. Aside from her begging me to grow my white hair long, which my mother also greatly desired, Sarah and I had very little to do with each other. She understood the fundamental truth that some people are hopeless, and that I was one of those people. I was a girl with a gun. She gave up on changing that. But suddenly, at fifteen, I'd become a stink, a dead creature, spilled deer guts, baby arms, that possum we'd claimed from the depths of my home years before. "You're nothing but a whore," when my family would leave the room. "You're a filthy little whore and it'll serve you right when your daddy dies of shame." It wasn't why she killed him, but I honestly think she never forgave him for forgiving me. When it became clear that dad wasn't going to die of shame, was in fact just as big a fan of mine as before, she stopped talking. I don't mean she avoided conversation for a few months, the woman went dumb. Sarah literally did not speak to any member of her family. Certainly she didn't talk to me. I must admit I thought it the most perfect relationship possible with my aunt. I did not understand that hers was the quiet of the wooden blind, the silence of frosty Georgia four in the morning with coffee and keen eyes. One day she took my gun from my closet, behind my lilac prom dress, and blew my father's brains out as he watched the Sugar Bowl on TV, cheering on the Gators. We have no idea why. Living in Chicago I have little use for a shotgun. Wait, strike that. I could probably put a shotgun to great use in Chicago, but I have little legal use for it. It rests under my bed, loaded. A girl does have to be careful by herself in the city. My friends don't know. My three roommates don't know. I have a hard enough time being the colorful Southerner. There's only so many times you can be told by a broken concrete voice from St. Paul or Michigan that you have a funny accent. The doctor that aborted my child was from Pittsburgh. His accent didn't annoy me as much as those from Minnesota, but at the time it struck me as odd. My brother and I sat in a Lake City clinic's waiting room for two hours waiting for a nurse. We read Newsweek while we waited and I learned that someday in the near future paralysis would not exist thanks to stem cell research. Then a tiny blonde woman told me to come back. She introduced me to Dr. Stevenson whose voice sounded like charcoal dust. Pleasant. When they put me under I had a vision of the deer I'd killed and gutted. It had been a doe, a female, in season so I hadn't felt bad at the time. With my legs spread and held apart by metal as my insides were pulled I felt like a traitor. I felt like a cannibal, that I had killed and eaten a more graceful version of myself. On the way back home I sobbed through the drugs for the downy girl creature I'd done away with, blasted out of this world, desecrated and devoured. I have never mourned my non-child. Only that deer. I never felt good about the abortion; I knew I understood the weight of it. But God I loved the taste of that animal's flesh. I kept the gun. Dad would want me to have it. It's mine. I make sure it's always in good condition. I keep it loaded in case of intruders. There is a sweet comfort knowing I am skilled with a tool of death. There is no such thing as vulnerability when you understand the power of a woman who can use a gun. At 3 a.m. in this huge city, a man enters my home. A man can enter my home. A man can break my locks. A man can make his way down my hallway and maybe open the door to my bed but he will go no further. Men, like deer, freeze at the sound of impending doom. A snapped twig in a pitch black forest, a shotgun being cocked in a pitch black apartment, either way they know their world is rapture. Their time has come. People fear anyone that understands the simple mechanics of murder, anyone with the patience to implement death properly. I have stripped beasts of blood and body. I have executed breath in my womb and I have buried my father. I hear the creak of an alien presence in the dark. I lift and aim in a quick, watery hush. I let my gun greet them. I am no quail fetch. Humans are not quail or deer. If they survive the blast they can bleed until they expire. If asked nicely I may twist their necks and clavicles quickly. Or perhaps I will beat them against a floor with no rocks. Hunting Beth was a beautiful 22 year old woman. She was petite with waist length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her 36 C tits, tiny waist, and ass always got her the attention she craved. As she buttoned the thin white shirt over her white sheer bra she thought about the night ahead of her. She hadn't been out in months and needed a night for herself. She needed a night of no rules, no limits. She needed to hunt. Not bothering with panties she pulled on her jeans and boots then headed out. Anticipation grew as she drove to the club. By the time she got there her pussy was wet just thinking about getting fucked. She walked in and went the long way around to the bar, scanning the room as she went. There were a few guys she knew, but not very well. With a beer in her hand she found a table so she could search for someone who might turn her on. About the time she finished her beer a guy asked her to dance. Accepting, he held her hand leading her to the dance floor. Dancing close it wasn't long before his hand was on her ass. She let his hands roam for the next few songs before he asked if she wanted another beer. "Sure," she said and followed him to the bar. "I haven't seen you here before," he said. "I've been here a few times." "So where you from?" he asked. "South," her standard reply. "Where are you from?" "New Braunfels. I'm here visiting my sister." Small talk bored her. She wanted action. Deciding to cut her losses she thanked him for the beer and headed towards a guy that peaked her interest. Looking at his lean muscled body she could imagine him slipping his cock into her needy cunt. She walked up to him and said, "Want to dance?" He looked her up and down and then with a smile said, "Yeah." As they danced he asked, "What's your name?" "Beth. And you?" "Bradley. You always this bold or what?" "I'm bold when I see something I want. You don't like bold girls?" "I like bold just fine," and then he kissed her. As their tongues found each other his hands moved up and down her body, teasing her nipples and making her cunt ache. She could feel his dick stiffen as she rubbed it through his jeans. It would take little effort to get him to fuck her. She said she wanted a smoke and another drink so they left the dance floor. She thought about him fucking her. Her pussy was slick as she thought about him sliding into her. She couldn't wait much longer. "Let's go outside," she said, pressing her lean body against him, feeling his still hard dick. With a little smile he agreed. They found an old round table on the side of the building in the dark under a tree. She sat down on top of the table with him standing between her spread legs. His mouth was on hers, their tongues dueling. His hands moved up her body to her tits. He rubbed them through her thin shirt, making her moan. His lips traveled down her neck to the opening of her shirt. He undid the buttons, opening it so his mouth could find her tits. She leaned back, arching up towards him. As he was sucking and rubbing her big tits she reached for his dick. He was rock hard, his jeans tight across his bulging cock. Undoing his jeans she slipped a hand inside. Her long fingers wrapped around his long fat dick and began to stroke him. His hand moved down to the top of her jeans. Wanting this she leaned back so he could undo them. He tugged them down just enough so he could get his hand inside. As he fingered her warm wet cunt she stroked his cock faster. She was about to cum when they heard voices. Someone was walking towards them. With a groan he stepped away and zipped his jeans. Whoever it was, they were close enough to see them if they looked that way. "Come with me," Bradley whispered and pulled her off the old table as she tugged her jeans up. He led her around the corner of the building. In one quick move he had her pushed against the building. One hand on her tits, squeezing and pinching, the other hand slipping back into her still open jeans. She yanked his jeans down to grab his cock. "Fuck me," she whispered, kissing his neck. He turned her around to face the building and pulled her jeans down. Hands against the building, she spread her legs as far apart as possible with her jeans around her ankles. She moaned as she felt her pussy stretch wide as he slowly pushed into her. She pushed back against him, taking his cock deep inside cunt. With his hands on her waist he began to move in and out of her. "Oh fuck yes," She moaned. Moving with him it didn't take long before her body shuddered as she came. It wasn't enough though. She needed more. "More. Fuck me harder, deeper. Fuck me." She couldn't get enough. She begged him to not stop. "You like this?" he growled in her ear. With each motion he pushed deeper in her cunt. "Yes Yes Yes!" She was nearly screaming now. Quickly he pulled out of her and spun her around. She grabbed his cock and guided it back into her dripping wet pussy. Her hands were on his shoulders, nail digging into his skin. He bit and sucked her tits while pounding into her cunt. Feeling his dick buried in her pussy, stretching her, pounding into her, made her cum again. Her knees weak, he held her up, pushing her against the wall as he rammed his cock balls deep into her. She felt his dick swell as he filled her with his cum. He pulled out of her and kissed her neck softly before stepping back to pull up his jeans. He watched her quietly as she tugged her jeans up and redid the buttons on her shirt. "Beth, there isn't some jealous boyfriend or husband going to come looking for me later is there?" She laughed and said no. As she turned to walk away he grabbed her arm, stopping her. He stepped near and kissed her again. A long deep kiss. He made her want him again but she knew it was time to go. She had gotten what she went looking for. She eased out of his arms and walked away without looking back. The hunt was over and she was going home, satisfied and filled. Hunting a Fur Fan We all know we're not the only scary things that go bump in the night. We're just one part of the cornucopia of frightful things that would scare mere mortals shitless if they knew of our existence. From the bloodsucking vampires that we're always feuding with for feeding grounds to the brain hungry zombies that are hilarious to wrap up in toilet paper. There's one thing out there; however, that occasionally likes to bump into us. It's common knowledge that succubi are soul drinking demons that lure men with their seductive ways. One thing you may not know is that sometimes they get a taste for fur. The other thing to know about succubi is that they're immortal. Well, almost. Sure you can cut off their head, rip 'em to shreds with your claws, or blast them away with a shotgun, but you'll just have to deal with them again in a few days when they raise from the depths of hell to get revenge. The only way to get rid of them for good is to make them cum. You heard me right. You have to bring them to orgasm. That climax of carnal pleasure temporarily binds them to the mortal plane. Kill them shortly after making them cum and you'll have them out of your fur permanently. Problem is, no mortal is up to the challenge. Even most of us werewolves don't have the stones for it. Well, tonight I'm mad and feeling lucky. We've been having trouble with a particular succubus over the past month. Occasionally we'll have one of our younger, more naïve pups killed by a succubus. It's obvious. Their goofy smile, shriveled body, and rock hard cock, even when dead, are clear work of a succubus. We usually chalk it up to an accident, that the succubus didn't know her victim was a werewolf. Four in the last month, though, that's no mistake. This bitch is a fur fan. Her last victim, a close pack-mate of mine, was a regular at this nightclub and was seen here right before his death. I'm here to catch the bitch in her own game and put her down for good. Don't worry, I've come prepared. I've already had a handful of various boner pills washed down with a few ultra strength energy drinks with a little nose candy to top it off - the perfect cocktail for a night of fun. I also waited for a full moon so I can be at peak performance. I'm at the nightclub, scanning the crowd and watching the door for my hunter and prey. I can feel the beat of the inner beast, wanting to break out, wanting me to go full wolf and rip all of these juicy mortals to shreds, wanting me to feast on their blood and flesh, but I've got a job to do tonight. I order my first drink and sip it slowly. The alcohol helps to quiet the inner beast. The party cocktail hasn't kicked in fully so I'm as smooth as a criminal. A hot young redhead with perky tits walks through the door. Her short red dress clings to her lithe body. We lock eyes as she enters, her lips curling into a guilty grin as she walks right up to me, shaking her ass with every step. She sits at the barstool right next to me. "Hey there cutie, how 'bout you buy me a drink?" Her voice is sultry and inviting. Out of everyone in here, she comes right up to me. Maybe she knows what I am. Maybe this is the succubus I'm looking for. I turn on the charm and smile. Hey, I might be a bloodthirsty killing monster, but I clean up well. I pound the rest of my drink and turn to the bartender. "Another whiskey on the rocks, and..." I turn and gesture to the sexy redhead questioningly. "Make it two," she answers. This is a good sign. Out of all of my years of experience, I've never seen or heard about a succubus ordering a "girl drink." The sexy redhead leans over me and "reaches" for her drink which is easily within reach. Her hand goes to my thigh for balance. The party cocktail is starting to kick in and makes me even more "gifted." "Ooooo...excuse me," she says, pleasantly surprised. A big grin spreads on her face as she takes a quick glance at my package, which is starting to bulge against my jeans. "It's no problem at all," I smile back proudly. "It's so refreshing to see a woman order a real drink." We make a toast to real drinks and each take a swig. She doesn't even flinch from the whiskey, another good sign. This sexy redhead definitely wants some of what I've got, but I have to make sure she's my mark, mortal pleasures aren't on the menu tonight. After a few minutes of flirty conversation, she leans in close and looks deep into my eyes, her hand on my cheek, stroking my 5 o'clock shadow. "Wow, what gorgeous eyes you have." "The better to see you with," I reply. She smiles knowingly, her fingers stroking down to my lips, gliding over them back and forth. "Oh and what soft lips you have." "The better to kiss you with," I lean in and kiss her, slipping my tongue between her lips slightly. Her lips are sweet and soft. She kisses down my neck then up to my earlobe. She gives it a quick flick of her tongue then gently nibbles and sucks on it. "Mmmm...and what tasty ears you have." "The better to, um, get you hungry for more...with," is the best I can come up with in reply to tasty ears. She pulls back and laughs at my awkward joke. She gets up and takes my hand. "Let's get out of here, I'm hungry for more," she tells me as she leads me out of the club. This has got to be her. It's obvious that she's pegged me as the big bad wolf that I am. That and she's hungry for more. Yeah, like my soul. She leads me out to the parking lot to her car, a bright red Lamborghini Diablo. Of course. She tosses me the keys and answers my perplexed look before I can even ask the question. "Well, my hands are going to be too busy to drive," she smiles and hops over the door into the convertible. "Alright, where to?" I ask. "My place, 666 Hellview Terrace." Wow, could she be more obvious? "Hellview? Really? Hellview?" "Did I say 'Hellview'?" she chuckles naughtily. "It's Hillview, 666 Hillview Terrace." "You take a right out of here, and get on the highway..." she starts to give me directions but I cut her short. "Yup, got it," I actually know where it is since it's a familiar feeding ground of mine in the suburbs. I hop in, crank up the car, and peel out of the parking lot. In no time she's got her hands all over me, up under my shirt, running her fingers through my chest hair. I quickly work through the gears to top gear so I can have one hand free to get this succubus bitch hot. She kisses up to my ear and nibbles on it. "Mmmm...you make me so hungry," she whispers breathily into my ear. She kisses back down my neck, and down my chest, lower and lower as I reach around behind her to grope and fondle her breast. She makes her way to my crotch, fondling and stroking my aching rock hard cock through my jeans. She unbuttons and unzips my jeans as she looks up at me with that same guilty grin. She reaches in and pulls out my dick from the prison confines of my jeans, gasping a little at the sight of it. "Oh my, what big cock you have." "The better to fuck you with." I look down and smile at her, she smiles back, sticking her tongue out, giving the head of my dick a quick flick. The party cocktail is kicking into full effect. She starts to stroke my member, wrapping her hand around it, working it slowly up and down. I try to even the score by pinching her nipple, but her bra gets in the way. I can multitask as well as the next guy, but trying to undo a succubus's bra with one hand, through her dress, while dodging traffic, is not going to happen. So I slide my hand down her side, to her thigh, then up her dress. Perfect! No panties! I glide my finger up and down her slit as her tongue twirls along the head of my dick. As she wraps her lips around my cock, slowly going down, filling her mouth, I plunge a finger into her, curling it up to rub her G-spot. This ends up being somewhat counterproductive, as the moan she lets out vibrates on my dick and drives me wild. She's definitely got the advantage here, so I decide to put the pedal to the metal to get to her place as fast as possible. I have to remind myself that the goal here is to get her off before she can drain my soul. I plunge another finger into her wet pussy and finger fuck her as furiously as I can. Her head bobs up and down on my cock as she expertly swirls her tongue around it. The vibrations from the car seem to be having an effect on us both. Luckily she's unable to deepthroat me due to the weird angle, but that doesn't prevent her from trying. We make it to her place in good time. The car stopping seems to get her attention somewhat. "Hrmmmph?" is all she can get out with a mouthful of me. "Hey, we're here." I tell her, running my hands through her hair. She pulls off of me. A long string of spit between her lips and the tip of my dick shimmers in the moonlight. "Already? That was fast." Apparently she was too busy to notice how fast we were going. She opens her door and steps out. I do the same, not bothering to cover my bulging erection. It's dark and there's no one around, so fuck it. I follow her to the door and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my dick against her ass and the small of her back as she fumbles with the keys to get the door open. We burst through the door, our hands all over each other, our tongues down each other's throats. She tastes so good. By the time we make it to her bedroom, our clothes are just a strewn path from the door. She pushes me back on the bed and pulls out a pair of handcuffs and a whip. At this point, I'm able to get a view of her entire body as she straddles me, leaning over to handcuff me to the headboard. She has a gymnast's body, thin with perky tits and small bright red nipples, and yeah, the curtains match the drapes, a small bright red triangle adorning her otherwise shaved pussy. I could easily resist, but I need to be subservient and wait for my time to strike. She pulls the whip out and there's that guilty grin again. She starts whipping me furiously as she grinds her pussy up and down the length of my shaft. I feign some worry and pain, but it just tickles. After a few minutes of that she straddles me and grips my rock hard cock, guiding it to her dripping wet snatch. She rolls her head back and moans as I slowly slide into her. She grimaces a little with the size, but after a short time she's riding me hard and fast. She's as fiery in the sack as her hair. After just a few minutes of riding me, she seems like she's close so I prepare to finish the job. As she arches her back and throws her hair back, screaming in orgasm, I go full wolf, my muscles rippling, my body covering in fur. Being lost in her climax, she is oblivious to my transformation. I easily snap out of the handcuffs, the sound getting her attention. She looks down in shock and horror, the color draining out of her already fair face. I pop claws and sink them deep into her abdomen, gripping her tight, leaning up and biting deep into her neck, blood spurting everywhere. As I feel the life drain out of her, I ponder how easy and familiar it is. Too easy. She doesn't burst into hellfire, or sprout wings and a demon tail. Succubi always show their true form before killing their prey and definitely before they would cum. It's at this point I notice the family photo of my victim with her parents. Succubi don't have places in the suburbs and definitely don't have parents. Well, shit... As a werewolf I'm supposed to cover up my kills so as to not draw attention, and I've become quite good at it over the years. Tonight, though, I really don't feel like it. I'll let the local authorities clean up the bloody mess. A few days in the tabloids and this whole thing will boil over on its own anyway. I don't have time to savor this kill so I concentrate and revert to mortal form, the blue balls and the inability to enjoy a fresh meal are doubly frustrating. A cold shower is little relief, but it gets the blood off. I gather my clothes, get dressed, and head back to the nightclub. The night is still young. By the time I make it back to the nightclub, the place is packed. My inner beast is pounding to break free to fuck, kill and eat all these delicious gyrating bodies, and not necessarily in that order. The willpower required to keep my beast at bay is giving me a headache, but I must remain strong. I head to the bar and order the strongest thing they have. The barkeep pours me a glass. "Leave the bottle." "Sir, I can't just..." I cut him short and lock eyes with him, grabbing the bottle. "Leave...the...fucking...bottle..." "Uh...uh...ok...sure," the barkeep stammers and scampers away, leaving the bottle. I down the glass and guzzle down a fair bit of the bottle. Ugh, this stuff could probably remove paint, but it helps calm me down. Time to continue the hunt. The hours pass and I make my way to the bottom of the bottle with nothing at all out of the ordinary happening. Suddenly I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It feels like someone is watching me. I scan the crowd and catch a glimpse of a pale face with dark eyes. Our eyes meet and her black lips curl into a weird smirk before she disappears into the crowd. It might just be some weird goth chick, but it's the best lead I've had so I get up and make my way into the crowd to try and find her. I catch another glimpse of her, then another, every time she's staring right at me. I keep trying to make my way to her, but every time I see her, it seems she's just as far away. Just when I feel like I've lost her, I feel two arms come around me, hands coming up my torso to my chest. I feel a soft breath on my ear and the smell of bacon and a bitch in heat permeates the air. "Want to dance, big boy?" the combination of her soft touch, scent, and breathy whisper sends a shiver down my spine to my cock which jumps a bit. I turn around slowly to get a look at my stalker. She's about my height with help from her black high heels. Her long, straight, jet black hair perfectly frames her ivory face. Her little black dress hugs her sensuous curves. Her ample breasts seem like they could pop out at any moment. She has a simple silver cross necklace hanging around her neck so that the cross is nestled snuggly into her cleavage. I can feel the heat from the silver like a candle's flame. As I look into her eyes it seems that I could get lost in them forever. "Bring it on," I reply, wrapping my arms around her lower back, pulling her to me. We start to bump and grind to the music and the rest of the nightclub seems to fall away. I glide my hands up and down her arms. Her skin is soft and smooth. She turns her back to me and grinds her ass against my crotch. She lets out a soft moan and lays her head back against my shoulder as I bring my hands to her waist, pulling her to me. I inhale her scent deeply. Mmmm...bacon and a bitch in heat. It's like breakfast in bed with a horny werewolf girlfriend. If you are looking to hook up with a werewolf, this would definitely be the scent to wear. I kiss her shoulder, careful to avoid the silver necklace. I make my way up to her ear and gently nibble on her earlobe. She slips a hand behind her, under my waistband, and starts to caress my balls. I cup her tits in my hands and squeeze them firmly, growling lowly into her ear. My head starts to pound and I begin to see red. I pull away from this sexy temptress. My inner beast is howling and I don't think I can keep it at bay much longer. She turns around and looks at me. "You look like you could use a drink." I can only nod, feeling that if I open my mouth, I might accidentally eat someone. She strides toward the bar and I follow. It seems that the crowd somehow moves out of her way as she moves. She signals a two to the barkeep and by the time I get there, there are two beers at the bar. As I reach for my beer, my date gets my attention and points over my shoulder. "Hey! I think I know that guy!" "Huh..." I turn around to see who she's pointing at, but all I see is a crowd. I turn back around and look at her. "Oh, nevermind," she picks up her beer and takes a drink, motioning at my beer for me to do the same. I pick it up and it looks like it is fizzing differently than a normal beer. I bring it up to my mouth then my nose picks up a hint of wolfsbane. I hesitate a moment and take another look at my beer. It doesn't even look like as much wolfsbane I would usually take on a full moon to keep myself in control. I didn't take any tonight because I wanted to be at the top of my game, but without it I think I'm going to lose it right here. I look over at my date and give her a quick smile before I guzzle down the whole beer. Ahhhh...that's better. My head stops pounding, my vision returns to normal, and my inner beast quiets down. Now that my head is a bit clearer, I start to put things together. My date seems to have only been interested in me. With the scent she's wearing, it's obvious she's looking for a werewolf. Since she spiked my drink with wolfsbane, she's familiar with werewolves. She can't be a werewolf herself because she's wearing silver and no werewolf is that smooth, even in human form. So I've narrowed it down. She could be a mortal werewolf hunter, a vampire looking for a little fun with a werewolf, or the fur fan succubus I've been looking for. Well, if she's any of these, she needs to be dealt with. My date leans over and kisses me, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. "So, you want to get out of here?" her smile hints at a night full of fun. "Absolutely," time to get to work. She leads me out the door and up the street. I follow behind, enjoying the view of her ass shaking with each step. "So, where to?" I ask, not caring exactly where we're going. "Oh, there's a no-tell motel just up the way." "Sounds perfect." We make our way to the motel and walk up to the front desk. The overweight, balding clerk doesn't even look up from the TV he's watching or put down the potato chips he's eating. "Hey, we need a room," I try to get the clerk's attention but he just ignores me. My date leans over the counter and turns off the TV. Her dress rides up and I get an excellent view of her bare ass and shaved pussy. "Who the fuck do you think..." the clerk gets up, clearly agitated at his sudden TV interruption, but gets one look at my date and his jaw drops, speechless. "Excuse me..." my date starts, staying bent over the counter, giving the clerk a clear view down her dress to admire her tits. The clerk can do nothing but stare. My date looks back at me and smiles, shaking her ass invitingly. "We need a room..." my she continues, as I rub my hand up her thigh to her pussy, sliding a finger up and down her slit. She's soaking wet so I plunge a finger deep into her. She grips the counter a little harder and moans. "Mmmmm...single bed," she finishes her request with the clerk. Without a word, and without taking his eyes off my date's tits, the clerk reaches behind him and grabs a key and hands it to her. "So, you ready?" my date asks, dangling the key in front of me, smiling mischievously. "Are you?" I reply and return the smile. She laughs and leads the way to the room. In one fluid motion, she puts the key in the lock, turns it, and opens the door. She enters the room and tosses the key onto the dresser. I follow her inside and close the door behind me. She spins around and grips me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me to her. She kisses me deeply, diving her tongue down my throat. I groan into her and caress my hands down her back to her ass, squeezing it tight and pulling her to me. Her hands go to the bottom of my shirt, and she starts to pull it up. I pull back and pull my shirt off slowly, flexing my muscles as I get it off. "So, you like?" I smile proudly. "Oh yes, very nice," she replies as she caresses my chest up and down, her eyes feasting on my bare chest. Hunting a Fur Fan I lean in to kiss her neck but carelessly graze her silver necklace with my lips. It burns and I pull back, wiping my lips. The pain reminds me that I'm here for more than just fun. "Stupid piece of..." I grab the necklace, wrench it off her neck and toss it across the room. She seems a bit alarmed as I stare into her eyes, breathing heavily, full of lust and anger. I continue to stare into her eyes as I grip the top of her dress. I rip the dress open and her luscious breasts pop out and jiggle in freedom. She gasps in surprise at my sudden intrusion. I knead her breasts in my hands and pinch her nipples. Her breasts look too good not to take a taste, so I lean in and take her right breast into my mouth, sucking on it gently and twirling my tongue in circles on her nipple. She leans her head back, moans, closes her eyes, and runs her fingers through my hair, enjoying my treatment of her breasts. "Now it's my turn to get a taste of you," she puts her hand to my chest and pushes me back onto the bed with surprising force. She pulls her ripped dress up and over her head so that she's only left with her heels. I admire her hourglass figure as she stretches to remove her dress. She throws the dress at me as she advances towards me. I breathe in its scent before tossing it aside. Mmmm...bacon. She kneels down in front of me and starts to undo my belt as I caress her face. She kisses and flicks her tongue just above my waistline as she undoes my button and unzips me. My cock is rock hard and aching to be freed. I sit up and let her pull down my jeans and boxers. My dick springs out and I sigh in relief. She looks up at me and smiles, licking her lips with a hungry look in her eyes. I'm a little worried she's going to bite me. She wraps her hand around my cock and starts to stroke it slowly. She licks my shaft from base to tip in one long slow lick, lingering at the tip a moment to twirl her tongue around it. She then wraps her lips around my tip and slowly works her way down. Farther and farther she goes, all the way down to my balls, in one long slow movement. Not to brag or anything, but with all the things that have gone on tonight, I am crazy hard. Deepthroating me balls deep at this moment is quite an accomplishment, especially if she's mortal. This gives me an idea. She starts to pull back, but I grab the back of her head and pull her back down. I can feel her throat around the end of my dick so I'm cutting off her airway. She doesn't gasp, gag, or struggle in any way. I continue to rock my dick up and down her throat for a good minute or so to make sure, but she just keeps at it, sucking, licking, and fondling me. Eventually I let go of the back of her head and she slowly pulls off my dick. She looks up and smiles at me, stroking my shaft with both hands, not even breathing hard. Well, she's not mortal. With all the craziness that's happened, I still haven't cum once tonight, so I'm locked, loaded and ready to fire. My "mortal test" has me all worked up and I feel like I'm right on the edge. This sexy non-mortal's expert touch is enough to push me over. I grunt and groan as my orgasm pulses through me. I seem to catch my partner by surprise as a rope of cum shoots out across her face. Another stream of cum lands on her other cheek before she is able to react. She quickly wraps her lips around my dick and sucks hungrily as I shoot over and over again down her throat. My orgasm seems never-ending as she continuously swallows my load. Finally it ends and I feel relieved and drained. I look down and notice that she now has shiny black horns. In my post-climax fog the first thought that comes to mind is huh, apparently giving head makes this chick horny. She looks up at me, licking the cum from her lips. "You taste good, I want more." She grins up at me and scratches painfully down my thighs. Her nails sting like mad and the pain brings me out of my fog. This is the succubus bitch I've been looking for! Images of my pack-mate's shriveled body and all the good times we've had race through my mind. Who knows how many other werewolves she's had her way with and killed. "You, bitch!" I lean up, seething with rage, and backhand her hard across the face, sending her to the floor. She leans up and laughs, caressing the blow that would have knocked out a mortal. "Now that's no way to treat a lady." "Well, it's a good thing you're no lady," I try to shift to full wolf but it seems my inner beast is sleeping on the job. Did I misjudge the amount of wolfsbane or was her cock-sucking just that good? She slowly gets to her feet and I prepare myself for a fight. Then I remember that I can't just kill her, I've got to make her cum first or she'll just be back later. Before I can figure out the best approach, she puts her hand up to my chest and forcefully pushes me back onto the bed. She slowly climbs up my body, rubbing her tits up my thighs, across my drained dick, and up my stomach and chest. I try to resist and fight her off, but she overpowers me. Her demon strength rivals that of a fully transformed werewolf warrior in a blood frenzy. She climbs up all the way and straddles my chest, hooking her legs under my shoulders. I figure this isn't the worst position to be in to get her off, so I lean my head up and get to work. I flick my tongue up and down against her slit. She's juicy and meaty with a slight smoky flavor. Kind of like a well done steak. She grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me to her snatch, grinding against my face. I probe my long tongue deep into her wet hole and lash it about vigorously. She arches her back and moans loud at my tongue-lashing. It seems my long rough tongue is good for something other than just licking the flesh off of the bones of a fresh kill. I glide my hands up her sides and stomach to her breasts. I squeeze and fondle them roughly and pinch her nipples hard as I circle her clit with my tongue. I then slide my hands down her back to her ass, pulling her to me as I drive my tongue as deep as I can, curling it upwards to massage her g-spot. "Oh, oh yes, right there," she encourages me. I hear a strange unfurling sound and feel a breeze on my face. It seems this chick has sprouted dark maroon bat-like wings. It's actually quite a sight to see her tits bounce up and down in unison with her wings flapping as she rides my face. Suddenly I realize that something doesn't feel quite right. It's hard to explain but it feels like someone reaching down my throat and attempting to pull out my soul. I stop my tongue work and look up at her. She just looks down at me and grins. I thought I'd be safe as long as she stayed off my dick, but I was wrong. Apparently she has a wide arsenal of tricks. My inner beast seems to be just as angry as I am with how unfair this succubus bitch is being. He stirs and let's me know he's available. I summon all my strength and toss this chick off of me. I get off the bed and transform to full wolf. Fur covers my entire body and my muscles ripple and bulge. The succubus seems unimpressed and bends over against a wall, jutting her ass out. She looks me right in the eyes and curls her finger at me in a "come hither" sort of way. I'm hard again from giving her oral, so I'm ready to go. It is on. I position myself behind her, her heels putting her pussy at just the right height. I grab her waist and dig my claws into her a bit for a better grip as I ram my whole length into her. She's tight but well lubed from riding my face. "Unnnhhhh, yes....yes, fuck me hard," she moans as she pushes back against me, my cock filling up her pussy. I'm more than happy to oblige as I pound into her ferociously, pressing her into the wall. I keep pounding into her, over and over, making the wall shake with each thrust. It seems to be having an effect on her as her tail comes out and starts lashing around. With each thrust I take, she lashes at me, the barb on the end cutting my chest and face deep. After a few attempts I'm able to grab it toward the end in my teeth. I bite down hard and enjoy the taste of her blood on my tongue. I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker. I've got to end this quickly. I pull out and position the head of my dick at her asshole. She looks back at me, "Oooooh, you naughty dog." "You have no idea," I thrust the full length of my cock deep into her ass long and slow. It's even tighter but I'm well lubed from her pussy. As I thrust into her, I rake my claws deeply down her back, drawing blood. She screams and I can't tell if it's in pleasure or pain, and I don't care which. I rock my cock in and out of her, starting off slow, but quickly working back up to the pace that I was using to ravish her pussy. I grab her hair in my hand, pulling her to me on each thrust. I grab her arm with my other hand and jerk it behind her back, putting her into an arm bar to make sure she doesn't go anywhere. She seems to be enjoying herself as her free hand is feverishly working her clit, leaving her breasts the only thing to cushion the impact between her and the wall. After several minutes I can feel my orgasm building. I start to slow down. If I cum again I don't think I'll be able to fend this bitch off. "No, no, don't slow down, fuck me harder, unnnhhhh..." Spurred on by her words and reaction, I plow into her as hard and fast as I can, hoping she's close. "Yes yes yes fuck me fuck me fuck me ooooohhhh....." I give her everything I've got. Her tail, wings, and horns go back into her body as she arches her back and presses into me. "Ahhhhh!" She screams as her climax washes over her. Her hair streaks from black to brown, root to tip. Her body convulses around my cock and sends me over the edge. I howl in the moonlight coming through the window and plunge balls deep, shooting a stream of cum deep inside her. Not wanting to let her drain me further, I pull out and shoot the rest of my load onto her ass and lower back. Holy shit, I actually made her cum. She's gasping for breath and it feels like the strength has left her body. Time to finish this! I take a half-second to gather my strength and I grip her hair tight and ram her head into the wall. I bring my other hand up and twist her head sideways violently. I hear the satisfying crunch of her spine snapping like a bundle of celery sticks. I hurl her like a ragdoll across the room. She crashes through the TV and lands in a heap on the opposite side of the dresser. Wow, I almost can't believe it's over. I sit back on the bed for a breather and take a minute to figure out what to do next. I am pretty hungry and she did seem delicious. No point in wasting a fresh kill. I mean I already had the appetizer of eating her out. I might as well enjoy the main course. As I get up to enjoy dinner, I hear an evil cackle from the other side of the dresser. This can't be good. Fire bursts from the other side of the dresser. It's not your normal red or even blue fire. It's green and purple, fucking hellfire. The succubus slowly rises from behind the dresser, continuing to cackle. The gash in her head closes and she snaps her neck back into position. Her tail, wings, and horns come back out. "Ah, that's better" "What the fuck, why aren't you dead? I made you cum, you should be mortal" "Haven't you ever heard of faking it?" She pulls a long silver dagger out from behind her back. The heat from it is like a bonfire. "Awww...fuck me." "That's the plan." She lunges at me with the dagger. I try to counter by clawing her in the face, but my swing is slowed by the draining throughout the night. She easily ducks my swing and plunges the dagger deep into my right shoulder. I growl in pain. It feels like being stabbed and branded at the same time. My inner beast withdraws from the silver intrusion and I'm forced to revert to my normal form. I fall back onto the bed with her on top of me, straddling me. She leans down and kisses me deeply. Her tongue probes deep and it feels like she's stealing my breath. I try to fight her off, but I'm no match for her in the state I'm in. My cock betrays my will and gets hard yet again. She leans back and reaches behind her and grasps my hard cock in her hand, stroking it up and down. She looks down at me and smiles. "Oooh...very nice..." I try to grab the dagger and pull it out, but she swats my hand away. She grips my cock and aims it toward her waiting pussy. She slowly slides herself down my dick. She's still very wet. She starts riding me slowly, her breasts heaving up and down, her wings beating slowly in rhythm, her tail lazily swaying back and forth. I bring my hand up to her throat to try and choke her but my grip is far too weak. I try to scratch her but I can't even break the skin. She takes my hand and places it on her ass. She leans down close and places her finger to my lips. "Shhh...don't feel too bad, you actually did get me close," her voice is soft and soothing. She continues to ride me slowly. I feel weaker with each moment. Well, I can think of worse ways to die. As for her stealing my soul, it wasn't going to end up anywhere good, so hell, she can have it. I close my eyes and resign myself to a death by slow fucking. No. No, fuck that. I'm not going out like this. I reach down deep, to the very pits of my soul, and summon my last few shreds of strength. I'm going to fuck this bitch and make her cum. I grab her ass tight and pull her to me, thrusting up and meeting her. "What the hell?" she stops riding me, surprised by my renewed vigor. I continue to thrust up to her, bouncing her up and down on my dick, her tits swaying with each thrust. I bring my thumb up to rub her clit vigorously. "Oh shit oh shit" she continues to ride me, matching my thrusts, pressing into me, lost in pleasure. She looks down at me with a worried look in her eyes. Her body starts to tremble and shake. If she's faking again, she's doing an amazing job. I can feel what could very well be the last orgasm of my life coming on, so I strain and fuck her with everything I have and then some. I plunge one last time deep into her and erupt. She throws her head back and opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. Her tail, wings, and horns vaporize and her hair streaks to a platinum blonde. Her pussy clenches and milks my cock of its cum, but it doesn't feel supernatural, it just feels like an incredible lay. Her skin flushes with color and she collapses onto my chest. Her soft breasts heave as she breathes heavily. I can actually feel her heartbeat against my chest. "Wow, so this is what being mortal is like," her voice is softer and sweeter, like the evil has been removed from it. I think I'd feel a little bad about killing her, as if that was an option. It feels like someone cranked up the gravity and my arms and legs feel like they weigh tons. I can't even move. She leans back in amazement. She takes my hand and caresses her cheek with it. I manage to twitch my finger just enough to scratch her cheek just below her eye. It draws a single drop of blood that runs down her cheek like a tear. She gasps from the pain and reflexively brings her hand up to her cheek. She looks at the blood on her hand for several moments, lost in thought. She grips the dagger in my shoulder and violently yanks it out. I wince in pain and feel like I'm about to pass out. She licks the blade clean, enjoying the taste of my blood. Great, I traded in a death by slow fucking for a death by stabbing from a very mortal succubus. As things fade to black I notice her hair slowly start to turn back to black at her roots. The sound of birds chirping is cut off by the sound of a large jet landing. I must say I was not expecting birds or jets in hell. My eyes flutter open. The sunlight is blinding bright and warm on my face. Seriously? I made it into heaven? It takes me a moment to realize that I'm still in the hotel room. I look over and see that my shoulder is patched up. It still hurts like fuck, but it is starting to heal. I gather my things, get dressed and head out. I feel like I just fought and lost a war mixed with the worst hangover in my life. The sun is far too bright and I don't have my shades with me. I try to shield my eyes as I stumble out of the motel room. This must be what it feels like to be a zombie. I need coffee, bad. I stumble my way to the lobby and head straight for the coffee pot. It's almost full and I down the whole thing. "Thirsty there buddy?" the same fat, balding clerk pipes up, clearly amused with himself. I give him an annoyed nod and start to head out. "Hey, your lady friend left you a message," he pulls out a hand written letter and places it on the desk. Dear Furballs, I had fun last night. I look forward to the next full moon so we can meet again. You know where to find me. If not, then I guess I'll have to find you. Maybe next time I'll play nice and won't bring my silver. Sincerely, [Signed with a black lipstick kiss] My inner beast stirs a bit in anticipation of another crazy night. "So, will you be checking out?" the clerk puts down the ribs he's been feasting on. His face and hands are covered in barbecue sauce. "Yeah, sure, whatever," I reach for my wallet, but it's not there. The succubus must have stolen it. What a bitch. "That'll be $194.33," the clerk doesn't even bother trying to remove the barbecue sauce he's covered in. "The fuck!? Two hundred bucks a night for this shit-hole!?!?" "Well, no sir, you've been here for almost a week," the clerk looks a little confused. I take a moment to realize how long I've been out. My stomach and inner beast growl. I look over the barbecue sauce covered clerk. It's like he's seasoned himself. I lick my lips and the clerk's expression goes from confused to worried. Time for breakfast. Hunting A Homewrecker The woman they were after was in a house shrouded by pines. Rather, the woman after his, but the reversal in their minds was natural enough, given the last few days. Or was it? As Russell edged their car around the gravel lane banking the lake, in the heatered air of the Honda he could feel Lauren’s muscles coiling beside him. She was tightening, her slender legs pressing together, arms crossed under her breasts, shelving them in a way he could never ignore, finger twisting a lock of chestnut brown hair. For a sullen moment the thought of her trying to talk him out of this in Tyra’s own driveway threatened his mind. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yeah,” she said in a way he knew to mean ‘No, but ask me later.’ They pulled up in front of the house, eyeing the dark windows in the mid morning costal haze. Russell killed the engine and was met by a silence so complete it felt loud. His own stomach tightened, and he sensed Lauren’s eyes on him. He could see the nerves he was showing in her gaze. “Are you all right?” she asked, and smiled. “I… I’ve never had to do anything this with a friend. Some jackass at a bar, sure…” he said. They smiled, remembering the date so long ago where he’d fended off a brooding lush. This is different.” “We don’t’ have to do this,” Lauren offered, with a smile shy and hopeful. “We can still go.” “True.” Russell rolled the idea in his head, but it was soon buried by the remembered motivations drawing them here. The image of Tyra’s lips brushing behind Lauren’s ear came onto his mind’s center stage, even though he had not witnessed it, and Lauren’s flushed embarrassment, giddiness, as she revealed Tyra’s indiscretion and said she hadn’t provoked it. She said Tyra claimed it was a birthday kiss. At that point it seemed like a sweet opportunity. Then Russell’s own memory, of Tyra’s hand finding his on the patio banister at Lauren’s 34th birthday party. Her green eyes locking on his, steady with her special self-possession, daring him to leave his hand and daring him to take it. When Lauren’s mother saw him, he jerked it fast. He saw through his flushed haze Tyra’s smile, holding not amusement, not regret, not pity, not promise, but somehow recalling all those things. At that point, it seemed like a head game, or worse. “I don’t really know how to go on with this… the way it is,” he said. “She feels like a third person has shoehorned into us. Ask your mother,” he added, as a pale joke. Her hand curled into his, a hot, svelte shimmy of fingers lacing between his. “Do you want to go?” “No,” Lauren said, then surprised him by cracking her door open and lifting out. Russell exhaled and followed. They walked steadily up the pebbled walk to front door, and smelled the rain that was coming after the mist. Lauren watched the windows, slowing her nervous stride so Russell could stay at her back. She wished they’d come at night, and she’d worn better than hiking pants and a sweater. She wanted to be in a dress and perfume, and she wanted to not be there at all. Before she knew it, she’d rapped on the window of the oak front door, and was in one of those moments, less and less frequent in her tenth year of marriage, when it seemed anything could spring from the upcoming minute. Russell came up behind her, curling his arms around her, a palm on her stomach, a bolstering kiss on her shoulder. Lauren wondered what Tyra would have seen had she opened the door at that moment: Russell clutching her, Lauren’s nervous breathing, the way his grasp tightened the sweater fabric over her breasts. They spent most Sunday mornings in languid, caressing moods like this, but today they pulled themselves from bed for this grim task. Before he could detangle, Tyra opened the door. Not exactly the front of rigid indignation they hoped to project. Lauren could feel Russell’s frame stiffen behind her. “Hi,” Tyra said, a lick of red hair pressed to her forehead, shoulder draped in a purple towel, the smell of the shower on her. Her smile changed. “Russell, you look like someone just stole your wife.” In an instant, Lauren felt like a mouse between two ally cats. Russell’s chest and legs became like wood behind her. “Is that supposed to be funny?” Tyra’s smile widened and curled, “Yes. Why?” Russell made the choice between silence and a naked unpleasantness, and held in. Tyra stepped aside and knitted a curious frown. “Come on in.” They stepped into the foyer, unsteady on where to head. Russell was feeling more wound by the moment. Lauren tried to start softly. “Tyra, we…” she trailed off. “I was just making some coffee,” Tyra said. She lifted the towel from her shoulders, rubbing her hair, flashing the perfect angles of her collarbone, the entwined muscles capping her arms and back. “Lets go into the kitchen.” She lead them into the kitchen facing the lake, bright with white appliances, a windowed roof, and the gauzy light of morning sun shot through fog. Tyra poured three cups, nimble hands moving over a cream and sugar tray, while Lauren took a seat on one of the tall stools at the counter. There was a silence they all considered while Tyra handed them their mugs. Russell took his, and somehow the edge was coming off, and he felt like a dupe. If a man had done this, he’d know exactly how to handle it, and of course Lauren wouldn’t even be here. But there was another possibility… Tyra plunged in. “So what brings my favorite married couple this morning?” Russell calmed himself before he spoke. “I think you know.” Tyra’s smile returned in its most wicked form. “Goody.” “What?” Russell said loudly. “I thought you were my friend.” “I am,” Tyra shot back. “Then how could you do that to me?” Tyra looked at Lauren, who sipped her coffee and tried to keep a sulk from her features. “Do what?” Russell tried to resume his calm. “Friday, you made me look like a letch at my Lauren’s party. Her mother was right here, when you put your hand on mine to show your little faux romance.” Tyra’s smile drifted to a confused worry. “And that’s what’s pissing you off?” “Yes. Making my wife’s mother think I’m fucking around on her daughter pisses me off. It has the tendency.” “Now wait a minute,” Tyra started, “I…” “And Lauren’s little birthday kiss?” “What about it?” Tyra asked. She looked to Lauren. “Well, it made me feel a little uncomfortable,” Lauren said. “That’s not the impression I got at all,” Tyra said. “And I’m a smart girl.” “Well, not so much the kiss,” Lauren allowed, “but that with this thing with Russell.” Tyra looked from one to the other. “That was an accident.” “Look, there are few secrets here,” Russell said. “We’re all friends. We all know what we’ve done and what we like. Tyra, Larry’s told me a few things we didn’t know. I’m not even sure I believe this, but we wouldn’t be the first couple you broke up. Given what’s happened, if you’re our friend, I think you have something to say to me.” “The Hell you wouldn’t,” Tyra said. “You’d be the first marriage, and the first couple I’d intended to break up. Russell, I do have something to say to you. I’m not a goddamn home wrecker.” There was a rough silence. Russell said nothing. He wasn’t eager to push in for a kill. ”Besides,” Tyra went on. “Have you known Larry to be honest about all things? Never slanting what he says with Larry’s brand of self-interest and… I’m not going to say obsession because he’s our friend. What I will say is not all men take rejection gracefully.” Lauren stiffened at this, “But we saw this ourselves. You should have heard what my mother called me about yesterday. She gave me the number of a divorce lawyer.” Tyra smiled, and seemed to see something. She leaned in, as if to have her words secluded not by eavesdroppers, but by what might be coming, and what those in the world outside might eventually think if they found out. “Let me put it this way,” she said. Something in her voice, in the way she smiled at each one with a flirting eye, cut through the rising defenses. “Maybe it was my mistake to send my little messages while you were in different rooms.” “We…” Lauren finally said. “Oh.” Russell sipped his coffee, and it was very good. “Hmmm.” He eyed Tyra, and saw Lauren lean back the way she did when she considered big news. “Things may have just gotten a lot more interesting,” he said. “Didn’t they?” Tyra smiled. “Oh my,” Lauren said. They all laughed, and the residual tension broke like a champing flute. The laughing continued. Coffee, three waffle breakfasts and more coffee were consumed in an atmosphere closer to the 3 a.m. hour of a high school slumber party than a formless Sunday morning. Tyra ate and watched Lauren and Russell exchange giggling looks, flinging her their most endearing smiles, then laughing at each other as they did it. Lauren then Russell tried and failed to bottle mood in a sentence that would express what they were beginning to feel. “Sure, Russell and I have talked about this,” Lauren revealed. “Me more than Russell if you can believe it…” “Another reason I married the greatest wife in history,” Russell said, and they all laughed. “And I’d won’t lie and say you had never come into our speculations,” Lauren went on. “But we, maybe I, never really believed we’d… it just seemed to stay in fantasy. I never had the courage to try to pull it out of pillow talk. Whenever we really thought about doing it, the possibility for jealousy, regret, let down seemed too much. Who would we do it with? A friend of his, of mind, someone new… who could we trust. It seemed like chaos we didn’t want to inflict on our marriage.” Tyra wound her hand through the orange juice cups and syrupy plates on the kitchen table. Lauren felt Tyra’s lacquered nails slip under the pads of her own fingers, and the back of Tyra’s small, strong hands warm her palm. “And now here we are,” Tyra said. Seeing this, it really came home to Russell. “From that to this. It’s like a tornado blew through a quarry and built the Louver.” “A line like that, and you’re not even drinking,” Tyra said, her hands clasping and stroking Lauren’s. “One reason you always impressed me.” “Are you flirting with my husband?” Lauren said with a playful indignation. “Wait your turn honey. I’ll get to you.” Tyra said, displaying the subtly dominant persona which attracted them for so long. Two of Tyra’s fingers smoothed over and pinched the skin of the back of Lauren’s hand. She squirmed and let out a little squeal. Silent, Tyra brought the back of Lauren’s hand to her lips and pressed a kiss against the spot. Russell saw a comeback die on Lauren’s tongue as Tyra’s lips stayed pressed to her hand, curling around to the heel of her palm, then the tickling skin on her wrist. The kitchen got very quiet. Russell could only hear Tyra’s kisses on Lauren’s hand, quiet with their soft suction, and Lauren’s breathing slowing and deepening. His chair creaked, sounding like a shotgun. Tyra pulled back and stood, keeping Lauren’s hand in hers. Their fingers folded together, and she began to pull Lauren up. She gave Russell her best come hither eyes. “Wait your turn honey. I’ll get to you.” The front of Tyra’s bedroom was glass, a perfect transparent rectangle facing the lake. When they walked in, the glowering light from outside, the mist, heavy and falling, leeching the sky of yellow light, made the peach walls look slate orange. Not that anyone noticed. Tyra walked into the bed and turned, her calves brushing the quilt. Lauren stepped close while Tyra held her hand out to Russell. “When’s your birthday,” she said, bringing her lips teasingly close to his. All he could do was let out a small laugh from his throat as she curled one hand around the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. At the same moment, Tyra let go of Lauren’s hand and moved her fingers up Lauren’s arm, around her throat, and let the tips of her nails trail up and down the soft hairs on the back of Lauren’s neck. Lauren inched closer, her breasts pressing the sides of her husband and her friend. As Russell and Tyra broke their kiss, closed with the smack of one of those sweet, sucking kisses, Lauren saw the redness on Tyra’s chin and upper lip she herself got when Russell’s whiskers were like this. The thought was gone when Tyra’s lips pressed her own. They were so much smoother than Lauren expected, feeling like a hot blush pressing, opening, tweaking and pushing against her mouth. She opened her own, and drew Tyra’s tongue in with flicking licks. The kiss grew, and Lauren splayed her fingers open and slid them into Tyra’s hair, pulling her closer. She felt another sensation, the pillowy pressure of her breasts pressed on Tyra’s. Tyra shifted, and Lauren could feel one breast press the cleft between her own, her left breast mashed softly on either side. Her other arm curled around the small of Tyra’s back in a new greed, and Lauren pulled her closer. She was lost in the kiss when Russell pressed up behind her, his familiar chest firm against her back, his touch light against her skin as he brushed aside her hair and found the soft neck just under her hairline with his kiss. The contrast of the two types, one soft and new, the other firm and loved and known pushed a long moan out of Lauren. Russell knew her messages, and what she wanted. He slid his hands around her pelvis, thrilled by Tyra’s stomach and crotch against the backs of his hands as he unbuttoned Lauren’s jeans and peeled them open. He slid them down as far as he could. Her shoes were still on. Lauren could feel him rise again behind her, his bulge pressed perfectly in the division of her ass as his hands slid up her side, then around her front, palms pressed to her stomach and moving up, sliding between the crush of breasts as he undid her sweater buttons. When his fingers brushed past her nipples, Tyra’s teeth pulling softly on her lower lip, Lauren wondered if she would faint. Almost like they’d choreographed it, Russell stepped back and Tyra broke their kiss. They knew Tyra had been with at least a few women, and Lauren took it as a good sign she was panting as she pulled back. “This is going to be much better than I thought,” Tyra grinned. “How good did you think it was going to be?” Russell asked. “Unfuckingbelievable.” Lauren felt her bra open behind her, and Russell’s hands curled around again, bringing her into a hug as his hands slid the lacy cups off her breasts. Tyra bite her lower lip, her eyes looking to Russell. He pulled away, and Tyra’s hand lifted before Lauren’s nipple. The brown smoothness of her areola knitted and crinkled like the skin of an orange while Tyra’s fingers were still an inch away. Lauren groaned as she felt the shaft of her nipple puff in Tyra’s gaze. Tyra’s hand moved over the heavy curve of her breast, up to her shoulder, finally cupping her skin where throat and shoulder met. She pushed Lauren onto the bed. Lauren saw them both standing over her, a wanting smile on Tyra’s lips and over her shoulder the same smile on Russell’s mouth. Tyra began unbuttoning her shirt. Behind Tyra, Lauren could hear the zipper of Russell’s jeans. Then she stopped thinking altogether. Russell’s mind was as sensory blasted as his wife’s. Never a voyeur at heart, he was not one of those men rendered slack-jawed by two beautiful women pleasing one another. Nevertheless, over the next half hour he found himself slipping to the side, stretched out on the edge of the bed, letting the sights pour into him; Lauren’s grasping hands pressing over the swells of Tyra’s breasts; their kissing meander from gentle, swirling necking to hard, needful pulling, of opened mouths, nipping teeth, lips stretched like taffee; of Lauren being tongue fucked by Tyra. And the sounds. Lauren’s familiar purring chuckles; Tyra’s gasps like arrow shots as both her nipples stiffened in the mouths of Russell and Lauren; Lauren’s near howls against Russell’s neck as Tyra closed her lips into a perfect circle over Lauren’s clit and sucked it in. Russell’s lingering reticence was placated when, after a moment or two out of the tangle, one of both would pull him back in, though they obviously were not wanting for stimulation. Soon he noticed a familiar pattern rising. While Lauren was never a docile lover, he’d learned over the years her wants were best satisfied when she was moved bodily around, pushed, pulled, goaded to some new delight with hands rather than words. What made her habits new was Russell’s competition from Tyra’s forceful handling. More than once his eye caught hers as Lauren writhed under their lips and hands. For a moment the terrible and somehow apt vision of a lion and lioness flirting with teeth and claws as they devoured the same antelope came to him. The possibility of satisfying another dormant fantasy occurred to him; meeting another dominant and finding out who came out on top. The thought was most provoked as Tyra sprawled herself over Lauren, twisting kisses between Lauren’s shoulders, her nipples trailing up and down Lauren’s spine. Lauren’s breath was shallow gasps. Russell looked at Lauren’s face on the quilt, her left eye smiling at him through the drapes of her brown hair. He leaned close, his torso and chest pressing her side. His lips pressed Lauren’s back as well, his mouth moving over skin still slick with Tyra’s ministrations. At this, Tyra’s cheek pressed his, gently but deliberately pushing him aside as her mouth came up to Lauren’s neck. There was a wicked glint in her eye, not a dare to see what he’d do, but an invitation. Russell leaned up, brushing Tyra’s hair away from her neck, and pressed his lips against the skin there. Tyra’s murmur spurred him on, and he slid his right hand into her hair as he did to Tyra what she was doing to his Lauren. Then he closed his hand, bunching it into a fist, pulling at Tyra’s hair just so, bringing out of her a roiling groan. His hand balled, he began to move her off Lauren, rolling her onto he back, as he kissed his way across his wife’s shoulders and flung his own wicked smile at Tyra. She responded by grabbing a fist of his hair and pulling him over Lauren onto herself. His hand came to her wrist, pulled it away from his head, and pressed it hard to the quilt. When she raised her other arm, he pinned it too. Lauren flipped her head to see what where all the lips had gone, and saw her husband tilt his head towards Tyra. “Help me,” he said. Lauren crawled up, seeing Tyra pressed to the bed. Russell ignored Tyra’s smirk and dipped his head to her throat, licking the hollow, feeling Lauren’s cheek slide against his as she pecked up and down the side of Tyra’s neck. Russell could feel her squirming slacken. He lifted, and placed Lauren’s hands over Tyra’s wrists. By now Tyra was letting herself up for this, and her fingers crossed into Lauren’s, holding her friend’s hands hard. Russell began moving down her body. He loved her curves, similar but different from Lauren’s, fit but with more weight than would make a gym nazi comfortable. He kissed past her breasts, taking her nipple between his teeth for a moment before sliding down further, his thick cock sliding down her thigh, then calf. His face came level with her pelvis. He didn’t know if he should count it as a dominant victory, but there was a satisfaction as she opened her legs for him. Pressing his cheek against her thatch of red hair, he rested his head there as he smelled her. She was ready for more than his licks, as her foot rubbing purposefully rubbing his cock signaled, but he wasn’t ready to let the pleasure torture end. Russell smoothed a hand over one thigh, then slid it up to her soft triangle, the pads of his fingers pressing over her soft curls as his hand again closed into a fist. It was a move Lauren rarely indulged him in, but from Tyra’s moan, reverberated through a deep kiss with Lauren, he knew it hit home. He closed his hand further and moved it gently up, pulling her hairs towards her stomach just enough to bring her thickening clit further out of its hood. He opened his mouth over her, breathing heated puffs onto it, bringing rising moans and squirms from her. Hunting A Homewrecker When his tongue touched her clit, her hips bucked and she broke her kiss with Lauren to scream. Her toes tried to curl around his cock, like a hand clutching, and her hips lifted to his mouth. Her taste mingled with the hundred kisses he’d already given that day, and he kept his mouth fused right to her even when he knew she was coming. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” she heaved, Lauren chuckling a knowing laugh beside her. “Fuck me. Please, Lauren, let him fuck me.” Russell smiled against her pussy and kept the light pressure on. Lauren looked at Russell with an odd pride. “Please, please,” Tyra pleaded. Russell kept his mouth on her, watching Lauren’s pride, until Tyra changed her stance. “Russell,” she said, the begging dissolved, “Do as you’re told.” Tyra leaned up, grasped Russell’s hair, pulled him up and over as he did her. He ended laying on his back, between Lauren and Tyra as Tyra turned and threw a leg over his lap. She straddled there a moment, her hand fishing under her, angling his cock just so, as Russell pulled his wife in for a deep kiss. Tyra slid him home. Lauren felt the pleasure he did as he moaned against her mouth, his hand behind her, holding her to him, kissing her hard, as she began to feel the bed spring with Tyra’s gyrations. She pulled off, wanting to see this new curiosity, her husband’s cock glossy with the wetness of her friend, his shaft pushing aside the folds of Tyra’s thick red lips. Lauren could not stop watching, either the cock she knew so well, or her friend’s thick mound being filled and emptied and filled again. As the fucking went on, Lauren moved down Russell’s body, until her face was inches from Tyra’s pistoning hips. Inspired, she curled her hand around Tyra’s hip and found Russell’s wet scrotum, heavy with arousal, and began to softly knead him. At the same moment, she leaned in, canting her neck so she could steal licks of Tyra’s clit as it slipped up from the base of Russell’s pelvis. One, two, three licks before the mingled screams of Russell and Tyra telegraphed their conclusion. Russell’s thighs lifted from the bed as his hands grabbed Tyra’s hips and pulled her down hard. He had to have her hard on him, smashing himself into her as deeply as she would take it. He could feel her body mash down, thirsty to suck him in as far as could be. Through his release, he could feel the walls of her pussy ripple against his shaft, and knew between Lauren and himself, Tyra had gotten what she’d come to Lauren’s party to get. Later, not long after the panting had waned, warm afternoon naps not far away, Tyra looked at Russell over Lauren’s shoulder as they all held each other. “Do you have something to say to me?” she mocked. “Yes,” he said, then only smiled. Hunting Atalanta Pt. 01-03 Part 1 Athena dreamed violence: a blade slicing through soft flesh, the hot lash of a whip, and the slap of a spanking hand. Violence was the path to power, and power set you free. This was the code Athena lived by. It brought her strength and beauty, lovers, admirers, and slaves. A passion for power is what made her. At the young age of twenty-three, she was first among her equals. A Dominatrix of Dominatrixes. A goddess among immortals. And yet, for all her power, for all her lovers, for all her slaves, Athena’s dreams left her wet and aching. On some subconscious level, she was looking for something…she just didn’t know what. Athena was no “classic beauty”. Her half-Asian, half-Slavic features made it impossible to determine her ethnicity, but a clever hand at make-up allowed her to exploit this in either direction. She was not overly curvaceous, but her breasts were a healthy 34B, her legs were long, and her body subtly toned with muscle. At first glance she looked too thin to be beautiful, but with full lips, dark hair, and piercing dark eyes, she had the kind of allure that made men look twice. In her signature calf-length boots, tight miniskirt, and black corset, she was a force to be reckoned with in any fetish club. It was easy enough to find slaves to pleasure her, but Athena was very picky. She’d realised within the months she’d been on the giving and receiving end of the lash, that she was a “Dom” to the core. The people she brought under her whip were made aware that she would bring them pleasure, but she would never swap roles. Anyone she took to bed had to be as submissive as she was dominant, a slave through and through. Within a year, Athena had a group of three slaves who were grateful for the pleasure, addicted to the pain, and followed her rules unconditionally. Athena’s fondest memory was of her two male slaves. She’d met them a month earlier at a fetish club called the Funhouse. Both were successful businessmen. Both were attracted to her for her beauty and finely honed body, but it was her brutality that brought them back every time. She’d brought them home one night, and after whipping them bloody, ordered them to fuck each other. As the first slave rolled on a condom and began to lube up the other, the one on the bottom began to beg. “Please Mistress,” he breathed helplessly “Don’t make me do this,” he, a thirty year old Catholic who claimed to be straight as an arrow. “Silence!” she’d told him, slapping him across the face. If he really didn’t want this, he wouldn’t have come home with her in the first place. Sure enough… as the first slave began to ease his cock inside him, the man arched his back and began to moan, incapable of muffling the tortured sounds of ecstasy that escaped his throat. While Athena sat nearby and pleasured herself with a dildo, she watched her slave as he gradually began shoving himself backward on the other’s cock. He may have claimed to be straight, but he couldn’t hide that he was loving it. He thrilled to the feel of a cock pounding his ass with his back still hot from the lashing. As his eyes met hers, she knew he got as much pleasure from experiencing this, as he did from knowing she loved watching it. The slave doing the screwing was too busy enjoying the tight fuck to notice her. To remedy that, she pulled her chair closer to them and raked her nails over the welts on his back. The pain caused him to come immediately, while the man beneath him spewed his seed into her sheets. The knowledge that she’d mastered them so completely sent her over the edge. When the convulsions subsided, she rewarded them by letting the one lick the juices from her vibrator while the other caressed her breasts with his tongue. All in all, it had been a wonderful evening. Nevertheless, Athena’s frustration continued, and every morning she awoke with the same ache. No matter how hard she pulled on the clamps on her female slave’s nipples, no matter how often she slid a sterilised blade over the skin of her male slaves, she was always left wanting. She had everything she could ever hope for, so why did she feel so empty? That’s when the challenge came. Hunter had watched Athena for some time. The first time he saw her he’d pegged her as a phoney. One of those tourists who appeared in the fetish clubs to scope out the freaks, and maybe take one home for a one-night stand. He’d changed his mind the first time he saw her whip someone. He was captivated by the controlled grace of her wrist and arm as she wielded the lash. Captivated by the hidden ecstasy in her beautifully dark eyes as the man in front her writhed in pain. This was a woman addicted to violence, a woman who loved to control. As pure a dominant as any he’d ever seen. She was perfect. Hunter was different from most other Doms. He was known well enough on the fetish scene, but not for the number of lovers he had, or for the brutality with which he treated them. Unlike Athena, Hunter didn’t look for the willing. He didn’t look for the hard-core “submissives”. To Hunter, dominating that which willingly submitted was boring. He sought to control that which couldn’t be controlled. To dominate that which couldn’t, wouldn’t, be dominated. To Hunter, the sweetest pleasures came from taming the untamed. This is why he chose Athena. In her he recognized a kindred spirit, but he knew he could never truly have her unless she gave in to him, just once. It was a typical night at the fetish club. Athena sat on a couch drinking her usual Amaretto Sour while her two male slaves and one female slave, a beautiful, shapely blonde, sat meekly at her feet. She stroked the blonde’s head, marvelling at the softness of her hair, when a man approached her seat. “Buy you a refill?” he asked politely. Athena took a sip of her drink and perused him out of the corner of her eye. The man was tall, over six-foot four and built for destruction. Two hundred-fifty pounds clad in well fitting jeans, a tight black T-shirt and leather boots. His face was completely at odds with the rest of his body. While his body suggested brutality, his face spoke of gentleness. Large blue-grey eyes with thick brown lashes, rosy cheeks, and a full-lipped mouth made for kissing. His hair, cropped short, was dirty blond, tipped with gold. It was the look of determination, so at odds with the gentleness of his face, that drew her in. All in all he looked…appetizing. But Athena’s pride commanded that her attention be won with something better than the stereotypical pick-up line. “If you want me, feel free to kneel at my feet with the others,” she said, “If you’re lucky…I might spare you a glance,” “I think not,” he said firmly. The flat out refusal caused Athena to look him in the eye. “What is it that you want?” she asked, each word said with lethal precision. At this, Hunter smiled, his eyes sliding up over her black leather boots, up her deliciously long legs clad in thigh high fishnets, over her miniskirt, corset, and breasts, to her beautiful lips, and then finally to her eyes. He was delighted by the look she gave him; she made no attempt to hide that she was incensed by his audacity. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asked slowly, “I want you to submit to me.” That caused everyone within earshot to burst out laughing. The man’s humiliation eased Athena’s embarrassment at having gotten wet under his insolent scrutiny. “It’s good to want things” Athena said kindly, toasting him with the remains of her drink, “The trick is accepting that sometimes we can’t always get what we want.” “What makes you think I can’t get what I want?” he asked, his voice deepening. “You can’t talk to my Mistress like that!” a male slave said, jumping to his feet. “Just who do you think you are?” the other demanded. Athena controlled the third by tightening her grip on the blonde’s hair. She should have held back the other two slaves, but she somehow got perverse pleasure witnessing aggression between males. “I think your Mistress is a coward,” the man said, his eyes locking with hers. In an instant, Athena was on her feet. With two brutal blows of her fists, her two slaves were on their knees before her, staring meekly at the ground. “I think she’s afraid to give up control,” he continued, “To let someone give her pleasure…” before she could stop him, he’d slid the tip of his finger over her breast, “…or bring her pain,” Athena’s whip lashed out at him of its own accord. Hunter caught it instantly. They stood there, staring into each others eyes, neither willing to release their hold on the whip. Everyone in the room had gone quiet, but the two of them might as well have been alone. After a moment, Hunter smiled and released the lash. He’d let her have this one… for now. “Why are you here?” she asked him, taking a step back. “To challenge you,” he said. “Pick any competition, any at all. If I lose, I’ll kneel down, lick your boots, and do whatever else you make your little lapdogs do. If I win,” he said, his voice thickening, “…you submit to me, body and soul, for an entire night,” Now “the fat” was truly in the fire. If Athena refused, she’d do no more than prove herself the coward he’d claimed her to be. If she accepted his challenge; however, she ran the risk of losing and submitting herself to something she never wanted to endure. On the other hand, if she beat him, she could have him on his knees; a slave to her desires, whom she could punish for his display tonight. To do that, she had to choose a competition she knew with absolute certainty a man with his heavy build could never win. “Pick your game” he told her. Athena’s lips curved. “A foot race” she said. She’d been on the University track team and had been training regularly ever since. With her light build and long legs, she’d left many in her dust, and her combat training had given her the kind of endurance most men prayed for. “Fine” Hunter replied, without missing a beat. As activity resumed in the club, they made their arrangements. Athena and Hunter were to meet at a park at noon the next day, and race a half a mile, uphill. The first one to the top was the winner. He gave her his address; should he win she was to show up at his apartment the following evening. She gave him hers; if he lost he was to come to her. “Be sure to bring your knee pads”, she told him with a smile. If she had things her way, he’d be spending a lot of time grovelling at her feet. Athena sent her slaves home that night. Though she’d gone out to get laid, for some reason, the desire to play had left her. The thought of punishing this man had flamed her desire to spending the rest of the evening alone with a vibrator. As it massaged her g-spot, she imagined his cock inside her while she delivered stinging welts to his torso with a riding crop. As her fingers worked her clit, she dreamt it was Hunter’s tongue giving her those jolts of pleasure. As she gasped and clawed the sheets, she imagined her nails scraping down the flesh of his back while his pleas fell on deaf ears. The fantasy of having him under her control was more potent than any pleasure she’d ever had before. As she drifted to sleep, hazy from the aftermath of all those orgasms, she thought that maybe, after all this time, Hunter was the slave she’d been looking for. Part 2 It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and a soft breeze blew through the budding trees and filled the air with a sweet scent. It was the perfect day for a run. It was the perfect day, Athena thought with a smile, for a victory. She arrived at the mountain at 12 sharp. Hunter was already there with a few posers from the fetish club. He was just as handsome in the daylight, dressed in a well fitting T-shirt and track pants, a large fanny pack bisecting his waist. “You really shouldn’t carry that thing while you’re racing,” she told him “It’ll weigh you down”. “I think I’ll manage,” he replied with a smile, watching her pants stretch tight across her ass as she bent down to stretch. She looked so different in the light of day, he thought. She’d left the make up and the tight black clothes at home today. She wore a tight T-shirt and Karate pants, her long hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. The absence of make-up made her face look almost childlike, and infinitely less severe. It was like seeing Catwoman changed to Selina Kyle. With that cool, almost sweet exterior, one would never guess a tigress lurked beneath. It was the determination, barely masked by the cockiness in her voice that told him she was the same woman as the night before. As they took their places at the designated starting point, her slaves arrived, one by one, to show their support. Their feet braced; their bodies prone, Athena was able to send him one arrogant grin before a scarf dropped and they took off. Within a moment Athena was twenty feet ahead of him. With the air in her lungs, and the blood flowing through her veins, she knew that with Hunter’s heavy build, he didn’t stand a chance… He didn’t…unless he knew something she didn’t. Among other things, Hunter was very observant. In order to dominate that which couldn’t be dominated, you had to discover a weakness. He’d discovered hers by accident after weeks of asking around the fetish club, and making a few discreet inquiries. It was the most ridiculous, stereotypical thing anyone would ever think of. It was so simple, so insanely obvious no one would expect it from someone of Athena’s complexity. Athena… was a slave to chocolate. He’d discovered this entirely by chance during his lunch hour two weeks ago. He’d been walking through Montreal’s network of underground shopping centres when he saw her in Mr. Felix and Mr. Norton’s gourmet cookie store, buying a box of double chocolate-chip cookies. Having spotted her, he followed for a little while, only to see that her next stop was at Laura Secords, and then for Godiva chocolates. It could have been an amazing coincidence, save that the following weekend he was at the Cabace D’or, a rural Belgian chocolate factory, looking for something to bring his old friends who lived nearby, when he spotted her buying a bunch of chocolate truffles. He stayed just long enough to watch her taste one of her purchases and witness the blind ecstasy on her face. Without a doubt, this was Athena’s weakness. True to his realization, Athena was such a slave to chocolate that all he had to do to slow her down was toss a small package of two bite brownies in her path. Sure enough, she dove for the bait, and the delay allowed him to catch up with her. They continued the run, grunting, sweating, and almost neck in neck. As she shot past him he threw a package of chocolate truffles in her way. With a grunt of frustration, she bent to retrieve it, and the move allowed him to gain ground. As the finish line drew closer and closer, Athena prepared to pass him and claim victory…when he tossed a bag of expensive chocolate covered almonds in her way. With a shout, she grabbed for them… and as she got to her feet and sprang forward, Hunter passed the finish line. Part 3 Athena stood before him, while her slaves rushed to her side and rubbed her shoulders, swearing their eternal loyalty. Athena knew in her heart that she would never see them again, not after a failure like this. “You’ve won. I’m an honourable woman, I’ll give you what you want,” she said, putting the chocolate down. She meant every word. She was a slave to him now…because in one fell swoop, she’d lost her slaves, her status…everything. “I’ve changed my mind,” Hunter said suddenly, “We both know you would have won if I hadn’t cheated. Let’s just shake hands and call it quits, okay?” Athena stared down at his hand as if she didn’t know what it was. They’d never set any rules for the race, and under the circumstances, he’d won fair and square. What the fuck was he doing? He wanted her to submit to him, but at the same time, Hunter didn’t want her to come to him because she was punishing herself for her failure. To do that, he had to let her save face in front of her people. When she took his hand, he pulled her into his arms in what looked like a friendly hug. “We both know I won that race fair and square” he whispered, “I’ve decided to allow you to save face in front of your slaves. Take them home, whip the fuck out of them for all I care, but so help me you had better honour our agreement. You have my address, be there at six pm sharp tomorrow night. If you don’t come to me, you’re nothing but the coward I said you were,” With those words, he released her. Before she could step away, he tipped her chin up and kissed her. When she gasped in shock, he slid his tongue between her lips, loving the feel of her slender body softening against his own. Within moments, her nails dug into his back and she pressed herself against him. When he finally, reluctantly put her down, she glared at him, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. Sending her a self-satisfied grin, he turned and headed home. He had planning to do. That night, Athena brought her slaves home. As her tongue kept her blond slave on the brink of orgasm, she ruthlessly pulled on the weeping woman’s nipple clamps. She fucked one of her male slaves with a dildo, while he fucked the other one, who was tied face down on her bed. She whipped them all brutally, ignoring their half-hearted pleas for mercy. Though she tormented her slaves, she knew in her mind she was punishing herself. For all the pleasure they brought her, she would not let herself orgasm, for she knew that her slaves wouldn’t be shackled in her apartment had it not been for Hunter’s speech. Until she did her penance, she didn’t deserve the ultimate pleasure. Until she regained her honour, she would not come. When she sent them home the next morning, she was frustrated, exhausted, and achier than she’d ever been. Athena needed sleep, for on some level she knew that that evening’s events would change her life forever. Hunting Atalanta Pt. 04 She wasn't coming. It was five to six and she hadn't arrived yet. Hunter knew he was being insecure. A woman like Athena had the kind of pride that kept her from hiding from men like him. Nonetheless, when his doorbell rang at six pm sharp, it was as if his entire body breathed a sigh of relief. His lady had come to him. She was wearing a severe grey pantsuit and high heeled boots. Her hair was secured to the back of her head with a large clip and her face was free of make up save the blood red she'd painted her beautiful lips. Her intentions would have been clear to anyone. Athena was trying to appear unattractive so that he would go easy on her. It was a cheap trick and they both knew it. Hunter had no intention of going easy; he would see it all, have it all, before the night was over. "You look nervous." he told her. "I'm not" she said with a lift of her chin. As Hunter closed the space between them, Athena stood her ground. "Good" Hunter said, taking a step towards her, "Because I'm going to touch you here..." he ran the tip of his finger over her breast "...and I'm going to have you here..." he'd moved behind her and curved his hand over her buttocks "...and here" he moved in front of her and slid his hand between her legs, "...and by the end of tonight, you'll tell me you belong to me," she could tell him anything she wanted, but her body couldn't. His touch, his insolent scrutiny, was making her wet. He could feel it. "I belong to no one," she retorted with lethal precision. "We'll see about that," he replied calmly "I think it fair to assume you've come to fulfill our agreement. Complete and total submission; body and soul, for one night," Despite her excitement, to Athena, his words sounded like a death sentence. "I'm an honourable woman. I've come to prove it." "Good...then no more insolence. Think whatever the fuck you want...but tonight, you are MINE," Athena only blinked, and bowed her head. "Good girl. Now follow me" He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. He didn't bother looking back to see if she was following. They both knew it was too late to turn back now. It was a Dom's paradise: a large, four poster bed with restraints attached to every post and covered with black satin sheets. Beside it was a sturdy chest of drawers that provided easy access to toys, towels and implements of torture. "Nice digs" she said with grudging admiration. She didn't want to like this man; he was an enemy. "I thought you'd like it" Hunter said with a smile, and then he commanded, with a firm tone in his voice. "Strip, Athena. Bra and panties is fine for now," "Do you want me to take them off, or do a strip tease," Athena asked sarcastically, then hissed her irritation when Hunter slapped her ass hard. "No sarcasm, Athena. I ordered you to strip," Athena glared at him as she undid the buttons on her jacket. With a shrug, it fell to the floor. She then removed her boots, blouse and trousers. Hunter walked around her, examining the feminine slope of her back, the long, slightly muscled legs, flat stomach, and breasts shaped for a man's hands. Her ass was luscious. Two perfectly shaped, golden brown orbs enhanced by a black lace thong. Athena's eyes squeezed shut, fighting the combination of arousal and shame as Hunter slid his hands lasciviously over her body. The man aroused her more than any had in a long time. Standing before her in tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, he looked delicious. She'd always had a thing for men in denim. It looked like Hunter intended to exploit every advantage he thought he had, and she hated him for it. Just get it over with, she told herself. Get it over with, go home, and torture your slaves until Hunter's memory is purged forever. "You're gorgeous," Hunter said, not bothering to hide the blatant male appreciation in his voice. Male appreciation was something she was familiar with, so Athena didn't understand why Hunter's reaction pleased her so much. "Look at me," he commanded. With a deep breath, Athena opened her eyes. "I think we'll start tonight with honesty..." he began, locking his eyes with hers. "I'm going to ask you questions, and you're going to answer truthfully. If I think for one second that you're lying, you will be punished. Understand?" "People like you tend to confuse insolence with honesty. I'm not so sure I want to take that chance," she said coldly. "You don't have much choice do you, Athena?" He said her name as though he were savouring it. Athena glared at him, her breasts rising and falling with irritation, but she nodded in acknowledgement. "Good," Hunter said with a smile, "How do you feel?" he asked her. "I feel like fighting you. I don't want to be here and I don't like the way you're treating me," she said through clenched teeth. "Why?" "I feel like I'm setting women back hundreds of years," "How?" "By the very act of submitting to you," Athena replied. "I don't think very highly of male Dominants," She continued, "I think you chose female slaves out of hatred and contempt for women. You treat us like sex objects to compensate for the fact that you men are becoming increasingly obsolete," Athena braced herself for a slap. She knew she'd said too much. Had she been in Hunter's shoes, the offender would be on his knees, covered in welts and begging for mercy. To her surprise, she saw no aggression, no anger in Hunter's face, only curiosity. "Go on," was all he said. Athena had no idea what he was playing at, but she complied anyway. To hell with the consequences, she was out of there at dawn anyway. "In North America and most of Europe, with equal employment opportunities, men are no longer needed as the sole provider for their wives and children. With the development of artificial insemination, and the number of sperm donors out there, you boys aren't needed to have children either. Thanks to modern technology, a vibrator has become an acceptable substitute for sex with a man. As far as I'm concerned, you Male Dominants whip women and call them sluts in an attempt to convince yourselves that despite all our new found freedom, we're nothing but whores who can't live without a good deep dicking," she said, her final words dripping with contempt.[A2] "Well said," Hunter said with a tilt of his head, "But that doesn't account for the hundreds of women who willingly submit," "Masochists," she said dismissively "Women who hate themselves for being born. They turn to male Doms because they think that's the way it should be. The big strong male subduing the helpless female," "But how would you know if you've never submitted?" "I've been a slave before," "You might have been a slave before, but did you submit?" Athena hesitated. "Did you submit?" Hunter asked more strongly. Grabbing her chin in his hand, he forced her to look into his eyes when she answered. "No. Not completely," she said at last. "Then your argument is null and void. In the past, I've spent as much time beneath the lash as I have wielding it, and I can tell you that you'll never know what it's like to receive the ultimate submission, until you've surrendered yourself," "A pretty speech, but I think its bullshit," she said matter-of-factly. "Think what you want. It won't affect tonight's outcome. How long has it been since you've had sex?" he asked abruptly. "With a man? About a year," "Why so long?" "I fuck, I don't get fucked. When I have sex, it's with a vibrator or dildo. I don't need the bullshit that comes with having sex with a man." "Ever been on the receiving end of anal sex" "No," "Have you ever fucked a woman?" "All the time," "Are you the butch or the female?" "The butch," "Why?" "I don't like to lose control." Hunter nodded in understanding. "I think that's all the answers I need. Take off your bra and panties and get onto the bed," he told her. He'd been playing around long enough. It was time to start breaking her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she unclasped her bra, slid her panties down her legs and climbed onto the large bed. Once she regained her honour, she could go home and forget him. Until then, she had to let the fool have his fun. "Spread your legs" She moved her ankles apart. "Wider...Hold yourself open for me" Athena glared at him before she spread her legs even wider and obediently slid her hands down her body. Biting back the shame, she parted her cunt lips, resisting the urge to kick him as he crawled onto the bed and bent to get a better look. "Beautiful..." he murmured, admiring the perfect petals of flesh and immaculately trimmed pubic hair, "...Absolutely beautiful... This is making you wet isn't it?" Athena bit her lips, refusing to answer. "You like being this exposed..." he continued, his eyes never leaving her cunt, "You're just too stubborn to admit it," he said, and with those words, he slid a finger inside her. Ignoring her gasps, he pulled it out to show her the wetness glistening on his finger, and, with his eyes fused to hers, he slowly sucked it off, tasting her, savouring her. "Stand up Athena," he commanded. With a grunt of irritation, she pushed herself off the bed and stood before him, stark naked, her breasts slowly rising and falling with controlled arousal. Hunter stared at her breasts and cupped them. Just as he thought, they fit perfectly in his hands. "You are mine," he told her, pinching her nipples. Athena gasped and closed her eyes, turning her head away from him. "Never!" she said with clenched teeth. "Mine" he repeated, sliding a hand over her torso and between her thighs. "You are deliciously wet" he told her, squeezing her nipple with his free hand until she opened her eyes. In them he could see excitement, shame and rage all fighting for dominance inside her. "My body may enjoy this...but I never wanted to submit to it," she said, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. "On some level you did. Turn around Athena," he commanded, his voice deepening. "I never did!" she spat, turning around. She regretted her words instantly. Before she could fight him off, he'd shackled her wrists to the front posts of the bed. With her arms above her head, she could do nothing to stop what he planned for her. She was a slave. Totally at his mercy...no more than body made for his pleasure, and while her body craved what was coming, in her mind she hated it. Hated the wanting, the helplessness, and the dark addictive shame. "I've heard enough insolence from you...it is time you learned what it means to be bent to another's will. You can claim you're doing this to regain your honour, but that doesn't matter. There's fuck all you can do escape me! You are mine!" he punctuated his words by bringing a riding crop down on her ass. "Mine!" he said whipping her again. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" he whipped her again and again, until the welts rose on her ass and she was biting her lip to keep from gasping in pain. A moment later, she heard the crop hit the floor. Hunter moved onto the bed in front of her. Cupping her chin in his hand, Hunter kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and biting her lips. The kiss was meant to brand her, but Athena had played this game before. With a growl she threw herself into the kiss, biting his lip and forcing his tongue to duel with hers. She was fighting him, fighting the arousal, fighting her helplessness. She was no slave. Hunter had other plans. With all his strength, he forced his lips from hers and slid them down her neck. When he arrived at her breasts, he reached into his pocket. He sucked her nipples slowly until they swelled under his lips and tongue; until Athena began to arch herself involuntarily against him. Bringing his hands up to her breasts, he took one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Athena gasped as something clipped her left nipple, and then moaned as Hunter clamped the other. "I believe you're familiar with these," he said, applying the connecting chain, "Have you ever worn them yourself?" Athena wouldn't answer...so Hunter tightened the clamps, watching the tortured ecstasy on her face at each exquisite pinch. "No!" she screamed at last, arching her back towards him as he pulled on the chain. "It's a shame..." he said, moving behind her. "Go fuck yourself!" she hissed. From behind her, Athena heard her him pick up the crop. In desperation she writhed, trying to dislodge the clamps from her nipples while at the same time attempting to squirm away from the hot kiss of the whip. She knew her struggles were futile, but that didn't seem to stop her. No matter how hard he struck her, Athena refused to beg. He could tear her to shreds, but she would never plead for mercy. She was no slave. Though she would never admit it, she fought herself as much as she fought him. Hunter whipped her on the ass, back and thighs over and over, until his arms grew tired. She was a stubborn woman. For all he'd been doing to her, she'd never begged him to go easy. Breaking her was proving a more delicious challenge than he thought. He whipped her again and again, until the golden brown skin had turned deep red, and welts rose all over her beautiful satin skin. Dropping the crop, he stepped towards her and placed his lips at her ear. "You're a wilful slave" he said, placing deliberate emphasis on the last word. "I've whipped you, clamped you, and bound you and yet you never beg..." he bit down on the side of her neck and pulled the connecting chain of her nipple clamps, "Let's see what happens when I fuck you." From behind her Athena heard plastic tearing before Hunter's strong hands grabbed her hips, pulled her back against him, and eased the head of his cock inside her. As he moved deeper, she could feel her eyes roll backward. He felt so good. His cock was the perfect shape...as though it had been made for her. It had been too damn long she'd had sex. She was angry with him, she knew she was. She was no slave; no sex object to touch, whip and fuck, she hated her helplessness, and yet... The rage, the shame, the whippings, and the clamps had all caused an arousal that had bordered on excruciating pain. He intended to torture her, she knew he did. With every stroke inside her, the head of his cock rubbed her G-spot. Nonetheless, whenever she made it to the brink of orgasm, he simply slowed his thrusts or stopped moving. He repeated this several times, and the torment caused her to whimper, and tears to roll down her cheeks. To make matters worse, Hunter's hands slid around her. While he teased her clit with the fingertips of one hand, he pulled on her nipple clamps with the other. She wanted to kill him. He brought her to the brink over and over again, bringing her to the edge, waiting until she calmed down, and then bringing her up again. He wanted her so desperate she would do anything, anything to ease the pressure inside her. "You need to come don't you?" he whispered in her ear, his deep, sexy voice a torture in itself. In response, Athena leant her head back against his shoulder, breathing heavily. "That's not good enough" he said, flicking her clamps with his fingers. Athena gasped but said nothing. Hunter pressed hard on her clit and thrust once, deep inside her. Athena moaned. "Beg me, Athena," he commanded as her inner muscles clutched frantically at his cock. She tried to lunge backwards but he moved with her. "Beg me," he whispered again, spreading the lips of her cunt wide with his fingers, letting cool air of the room stimulate her where she was most sensitive. "No!" she screamed. "You may be proud, but I can feel how much you need me," he said huskily, "You're soaking the both of us in your arousal. Give in to me Athena. I know you can't last much longer, and I can go at this for hours. Teasing you, tormenting you, taking you to the brink and leaving you there without ever letting you go over. What you don't seem to realise is that the power to come is all yours. All you have to do is beg me. Empower me with the privilege of pleasuring you," Hunter breathed in her ear, fighting for control. Her inner struggle was more arousing than anything he'd ever felt. He'd never seen someone fight it this much. They'd been fucking for over an hour now, and she had yet to utter a single plea. With his teeth clenched, Hunter thrust hard inside her and made three circles around her clit with his fingers, teasing it, but never actually touching it. "Please..." Athena whispered at last. "Please what?" he asked, tightening her clamps. "Please...let me come. I need to come" she moaned, hating her helplessness. Hating that she needed him this badly. Hunter pressed inside her, and she arched. "Please... I beg you, do with me what you will, but PLEASE let me come!" she cried, straining against her bonds, trying to absorb him into her skin. She needed him. She would die if she didn't have him. It wasn't quite what he wanted to hear, but for now it was more than enough. Please was the ultimate word of submission, and he'd finally forced it out of her. With a growl he thrust brutally inside her. Athena writhed on him, under his teasing fingers, for at that moment she needed nothing more than his tongue on her neck, his hands on her body, and his cock inside her. When she came violently a moment later, her hips rocked savagely against him while her muscles squeezed his cock in an effort to possess him. The strength of her orgasm, the depth of her pleasure, was enough to send him over the edge. At that very moment, he was as much a slave to her as she was to him. In those brief moments in the aftermath orgasm, they were no longer master and slave, but two equals, completely lost... In each other. Hunting Cabin As I drove up the highway, I wondered how serious he was about hooking up for a few hours of playtime. I mean, he was my cousin. We never talked about it, but he texted a lot of hints regarding it for when he visited during the holiday. I never knew if I should take him seriously. My conscious self, the sensible part of my brain, told me 'nah, how could he be serious, we're cousins for fuck sake?!' But the other part of me, the part of me with the little horns . . . said differently. We hadn't seen each other for years, once in a great while at some significant family event - a marriage or funeral. I'd often wonder what made him still think of me, or to think of me at all. Mostly because he was married. Not just married, but married to a very stunning woman. What could he want with me? Well, I was about to find out for sure in a few minutes. He'd texted me to come visit him at a cabin he was renting for the time he was here to hunt. I knew of the area only generally, so I was going to have to start paying attention if I wanted to find it. After 20 minutes more of driving, I found the driveway I'd been searching for. Lo and behold, there was his truck with Maine plates. I pulled up alongside it, and let my vehicle idle while I contemplated what I was doing. "I'm just visiting a relative," my horned self insisted. With that, I turned off the ignition and reached for the door handle. The night air was cold and I could hear the water down below somewhere, splashing from the strong wind that was blowing down from the north. They've been predicting snow all week, and I, for one, was looking forward to it. As I walked towards the door to the cabin, I thought I could hear footsteps in the leaves to my left. I hesitated and looked that way for a minute before thinking my imagination was taking off again. I reached the door and knocked. And waited. And knocked once more. Hmm. There were no lights on inside, except for a fire, I could tell, built in the central part of the cabin. He had to be here, his truck was here. Maybe he came out for more wood. I turned to go back towards the footsteps I heard a few minutes ago, but realized all there were in that direction were trees. So I turned to the right side of the path, and sure enough, there was a very large wood pile. But Brent wasn't there. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up, and I didn't like where I was suddenly. How well did I know Brent, after all? Not since we were kids. I didn't know him at all, as an adult. Just as I was asking myself these questions, someone grabbed me from behind. I heard the zip of handcuffs and felt the cold steel around my wrists before I even knew what was happening. There was a hand over my mouth, as a voice whispered, "Don't scream, it'll do you no good anyway." And the voice was right; where was the next driveway? About a mile away? What did I get myself into? As my assailant dragged me towards the cabin door, my eyes raced about, looking for any sign of Brent, hoping for rescue? Then it dawned on me. . . had he already been attacked too? I began to seriously panic at this point. I struggled against my captor, to no use, he was very strong, and as I could tell, very turned on. He laughed. "Stop struggling Claire, it's only me." Inside the dim light of the cabin, I looked around, finally looking at Brent who was still chuckling, "I really got you, didn't I?" "Could you take these damn things off?" I demanded, turning to indicate I meant the handcuffs. He obliged, and as he was close to me, I could smell him. The scent was tantalizing, and familiar. Where had I smelled it before? He plopped down cozily in a big overstuffed armchair, stretched out and smiled (very sexily, I might add) and asked how the drive was. We chit chatted for a good half hour, and he asked if I had anything to eat. I wasn't hungry. Except maybe for one thing. I slowly sauntered over to where he sat in his armchair, all the while, knowing he was eyeing me up and down. I didn't care. I'm usually very self conscious and hate when people look at me, but tonight was an exception. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to want me. When I reached the armchair, I slowly lowered myself down upon him, throwing one leg over to the other side of him, and sat facing him, straddling him. I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, hard. Oh, the feeling of our lips meshing together, our tongues intertwining, made me instantly wet! I wanted him, but I wanted to make the foreplay last as long as I could. I kissed him harder, and with more intensity, until I could barely breathe, and then I let up, until our lips were barely touching. All the while, his hands were on my hips, grinding me into him. I could feel his hardness, almost bursting through his trousers, and we were both so wet, I stifled a moan in the back of my throat. I was so horny. Suddenly and abruptly, he pushed me off of him and got up. I was confused and stood up, adjusting my clothing, feeling the dampness between my legs. He was pacing the room. "What's the matter?" I asked. He didn't reply. He went into a room I assumed was the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I walked the small cabin, noting where the bedroom was and wondered if he was ok. I was somewhat out of breath from our make out session. I walked to the bathroom door and knocked lightly. "Are you ok?" I asked hesitantly. I realized that he might be feeling some guilt about what we were doing. After all, we were cousins, and were meeting here secretly. Should I be feeling guilty as well? I wasn't. The bathroom door opened. He walked out looking embarrassed, "I'm ok," he replied. He walked past me towards the dining room table and sat down. "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I felt . . . " " . . . guilty?" I broke in. He looked surprised as he looked at me and laughed. "Yes, I suppose guilty might be the word I was looking for. As good as that was all feeling, and as long as I've been looking forward to this, I felt a sudden wave of guilt." I walked over to him, took his hand and pulled him off his chair. As he stood, I took both his hands and put them on my waist, sliding them all the way up until they were over my breasts. He began to rub them, to rub my hard, erect nipples through my top. "I just want you," I said, "we have nothing to feel guilty about, what we are doing is natural." With that, I pulled my top off, revealing a pink see-through bra, which he immediately undid from the front. His mouth went to my nipples instantly. I could feel his mouth on them and I could feel my clit tingle with each flick of his tongue. Mmm, I wanted that tongue so bad! I rubbed his crotch, feeling him grow hard again. I wanted to let him loose, let him out of those confining trousers, and be free. I wanted to finally see what he's been teasing me with all this time! I wanted to lick him, and stroke him and suck him. I wanted him in my mouth! His hands ran down my body to rest on my ass and he squeezed me and pressed his hard on against me over and over while he thrust his tongue in my mouth again and again. I turned and hopped onto the kitchen table and undid my jeans, and pulled them off. "Mmm," he moaned, and smiled as he pulled up a chair to where I sat. I sat in front of him and spread my legs, to reveal that I was wearing pink panties. He started to rub me through my panties, but they were already soaking wet. "Let me taste, are you sweet or salty tonight?" and he stuck his finger inside the panties, and I gasped as he rubbed my clit up and down. He withdrew his finger and licked it, closing his eyes, "mmmmmmmm, I really think you should take these off," he suggested, and helped me take the panties off. When they were off, he immediately helped himself to a second taste, but not with his finger. Oh god, his tongue was better than I could have imagined. He licked my pussy until I lay on the table quivering and gasping his name. I never imagined anybody could eat my pussy the way he did and for as long as he did. Every inch of my body was tingling from my orgasms - and I had to feel him inside me, right then! He stood up, and let his trousers slip off, revealing his rock hard penis, and without hesitation, slammed into me just as fast and hard as I asked him to! I saw stars! But wow, I was in heaven... mmmm.... he fucked me good. I have to say, I've not been properly fucked until that moment. I orgasmed multiple times while he ate my pussy, and then I quivered until I tingled.... I nearly was numb.... but when he fucked me, everything came back, every feeling I ever had, I felt the orgasms coming again, and they were going to be even MORE intense than the first ones. This was unbelievable. It was as though I had taken a pill that made me sensitive to everything that touched me. And the core of it all was in my pussy. I asked him if we could move to the bedroom, because I wanted to fuck him. He obliged. We went to the bedroom, and he lie down on the bed for me. Instead of fucking him, though, I thought I'd like to suck his dick. He was very good size too. Longer and thicker than average, so this was going to be a little bit of a challenge. But I didn't mind. I slid up between his legs, and grasped his penis in my hands, it felt so hard and so powerful. I took the head of it in my mouth and rolled it around in there for a little bit, loving the feel of it. Slowly, I started sliding the shaft of it in... slowly, slowly... until I felt it go past my gag reflex , slowly, there, it was all in, and so I fucked him with my mouth, in and out, and took it out and put it in, my mouth was so warm and wet, and I could hear him moaning, and he was holding the back of my head and fucking my mouth at the same time I was fucking him. Mmmmmmm, god did I love his perfect dick. Soon, I heard him say he was going to cum, so I moved my lips and my tongue faster and faster, until I felt the warmth inside my mouth, and I sucked and sucked until I got every last drop. We both lie there panting, holding each other. And I started to kiss him softly on the face, his lips, nibbling a little bit on his bottom lip, on his chin, on his throat, biting him softly, over and over, giving him tiny little bitty hickies where nobody would ever see them. Suddenly he grew hard again. This time I threw my leg over him, straddling him, facing his feet. O M G . . . I could fuck him for the rest of my life. But I fucked him for about 5 more hours before we fell asleep exhausted. I left in the wee hours of the morning, but we planned for me to come back again the next night. I love my cousin :) Hunting Camp Ray & Mitch had been hunting together since they were fourteen, from rabbits to elk they enjoyed getting together and spending time in the outdoors. If they got their meat it was a plus, but mostly they enjoyed being together. The two old friends that only had this one time a year opportunity to spend time together. They would spend a week each year at the "Cow Camp" a place built by Mitch's family in the early 1900's, it sits in a small valley in the mountains on the edge of a national forest, acres of private land and national forest lie around it. The old log cabin was still in use by Mitch's cousin, who still runs cattle on the place; the barn also made from logs and had a hayloft and a shingled roof. A stream ran by the cabin down to the corrals and a spring brought fresh water up just steps from the cabin door. The inside of the place was rustic, wood fired cook stove and an old wood heating stove kept the main room warm. A round oak dining table with four miss-matched chairs sat in front of the southern window, the table had been there as long as Mitch could remember, in fact, nothing had changed much since he was a child. A mouse proof hutch sat in the corner behind the table and along the north wall a huge "Chuck" box built by Mitch's grandfather to haul food and what not, while they were on the trail. A big brass bed sat in the northeast corner of the room on the east wall a door led to a second room with more beds. The backroom was hard to heat and seldom used, but handy summer months of the year. Back home, Mitch had been out sighting in his rifle and was cleaning it. Karen was looking at some rips in his hunting vest that needed sewing up. "Honey, can I buy you a new vest?" She asked. "Nope," Mitch ran an oily patch down the bore of his rifle, "I like it," He and Karen had the same discussion nearly every year; it was an old Carhart vest with a leather patch he could slide additional ammo into and big pockets. "Besides, I always get lucky in it." Karen giggled at the remark and threw the vest over on Mitch's hunting pile, then walked back to the bedroom. Mitch watched her swing her ass as she walked away from him. Ten years of marriage and two kids, she was sexy as ever. It had taken time and effort on her part to get back close to measurements she was in college. When Mitch met her, she was a 36-24-38 C-cup, twelve years latter she was a 38-25-40 with a D-cup. A sight to see and Mitch loved to look. In their bedroom Karen pulled the new vest out of the bag, she had been worried he would want to keep the old one, but then an idea popped into her head on the best way to give it to him. In the kitchen, Mitch finished cleaning the rifle, and was checking over the inventory he had sitting by the front door. He and Ray were going up the mountain in the morning to do some scouting before opening day; it was good that Karen had sent the kids to their grandparents so he could leave his stuff out to check it without worrying about the kids playing around and getting hurt. Knives were sharp, food gathered, clothing, toilet paper (because the critters usually ate what was left in the outhouse), rifle, shells and spotting scope. Yep he was ready to go. Mitch had his back to her when Karen came back to the living room, "So, do you think you could get lucky in this?" Her voice was low and sexy. He turned around to look at her; she stood wearing nothing but a new vest almost identical to his old one. It was zipped up a few inches at the waist her breasts pulled together with her right nipple just poking out past the zipper. The hem sat upon her hips, the view of Karen's reddish-blond bush was unobstructed. "Somebody is going to get lucky in this vest any way," she pulled the zipper down a bit further allowing the fabric to part and her breasts further out. Her left nipple came out to join her right, sliding across the zipper pinching it just a bit. Her nipples are large compared to many women, nearly dime size in circumference and they stick out a good half-inch, sensitive, the metal crossing it brought both of them to full attention. She had her pouting lip thrust out as she looked at her nipple then at Mitch as if she were helpless. "Here let me help," Mitch smiled as he leaned over moving the zipper to the side of her breast then first kissed then suckled on the wounded gland. Cupping the other breast in his hand Mitch worked his way up her neck and then kissed her deeply as he unzipped the vest sliding his arms around her grabbing her naked ass. "Does that fell better?" "It does!" Karen snuggled to his chest holding her naked body to his, the soft flannel shirt and jeans felt good on her skin, "do you like my present?" "Well from what I've seen it looks good," Mitch held her back so he could look at her, "and you're wearing my favorite birthday suit under it." He smiled as she stepped back modeling it. "It looks great on you, better than I could ever look in it." Karen backed up a bit farther and turned on the radio, almost on cue Van Halen screamed out of the speakers, 'GIRL... REALLY GOT ME NOW, YOU GOT ME SO I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT....' Gyrating her hips, she danced, bouncing those D-cups, squeezing them together and swinging her hips. Mitch was enjoying the show as Karen flipped the vest back and forth covering her breasts one at a time, then flashing both as she thrust her pussy towards him. "OH SHIT!" Karen ducked behind the counter and pulled the vest over her breasts, and then half squatted she streaked past him and down the hall trying to cover herself with the short coat tails on the vest. Mitch looked around to see what the hell happened, behind him standing at the door hand raised to knock was Ray, eyes wide open in disbelief, hand frozen ready to knock. Mitch went to the door and opened it. "I uh... I... thought we might pack... the truck... tonight. Sorry if I interrupted something." Ray stammered and blushed for a moment then, as was his manner, he composed himself as if nothing had happened. "So, can we load it anyway?" Since his divorce from Lyn a couple years before, Ray had a steady mixture of women running through his bedroom. Karen had commented once that Ray must have a big dick to keep that many women constantly rolling through. We hauled out the equipment for the week and put it in Ray's big Ford 4X4 a couple loads and everything but the perishables were stowed away. I kept my .308 in the house along with my ammo; they would load with the food in the morning. We went back in the house to find Karen sitting in her chair still wearing the vest, now zipped all the way up, along with a pair of shorts, still sexy as hell, but now all her parts were covered. "Uh Hi Karen," Ray was blushing again, "sorry about... uh... you look ... uh well great tonight." "It wasn't your fault Ray," Karen was blushing a bit also; "somebody forgot to mention you were coming over." She glared in Mitch's direction, "I sorry you had to look at old lady boobs, probably throw you off sex for a while." She giggled. Ray did not even think as he blurted out "oh no they were wonderful... uh ... shit." He was not sure if he should shut up or keep apologizing. Mitch pulled his fat out of the fire, "Drink anyone, beer or a shot?" Ray and Mitch both had beers and Karen a shot of tequila, the guys talked about the trip and Karen had a second shot, the zipper on the vest was slowly dropping down and more of her breasts were showing. Karen stood up and walked over to where the two men looked over a map. "Ray," she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door, "I love you, but I'm about to fuck your friend, so you either have to leave or watch." Ray could take a hint, even a broad one. "OK, OK, I'm out of here, see you in the morning. As he stepped outside, he looked back at Karen and said, "I had a choice?" She closed the door and the curtains. "Now where were we?" Mitch turned the radio back on as Karen unzipped the vest and pulled her shorts off. "Get naked and lie down mister!" She fucked him hard in the living room wearing the vest the whole time. "Do you think Ray would mind if I came up this weekend?" Karen asked as she fixed Mitch breakfast the next morning, "I haven't been to cow camp in months." Karen loved spending time there, so seldom was anyone around she would often go topless and sunbath. The mountain was much cooler in the summer, but as fall approached, the temperatures could be colder. "I'm sure he won't mind, what are you thinking?" "Just thought I would get out of here, maybe fix you boys a decent meal." Karen smiled, "you might even get lucky." "Bring the jeep and come on up," Mitch was sure Ray would agree. Finishing breakfast, Mitch heard Ray beep the horn, "time to go, he packed the cooler out to the truck as Karen followed packing his rifle. She wore the Carhart vest over her t-shirt and sweat pants. "Ray," Karen removed the jacket handing it to Mitch, "you be safe up there," her nipples stiffened against her t-shirt in the cool morning air, "and you, mister... I'll see you soon." One-step above Mitch, Karen on the patio she pulled him to her breast, then bent over and kissed him. Both men looked admiringly at her headlights showing through the light shirt. Mitch put his new vest on and got in the truck. The next two days went as expected, up early, scout until noontime then lunch and a nap, walk some timber and keep looking. The Indian summer weather was quite a challenge with no snow in the high country, nothing was moving. It was noon, opening day, when Ray and Mitch pulled up on a ridge a mile from the cabin. They could see it below them and Mitch's red Jeep sat near the door. "She knows we won't be in till dark?" Ray asked. "Yep," Mitch pulled out the lunch they had packed as they looked around on two other ridges sat vehicles facing towards the cabin. The hunters were out of their rigs and appeared to be looking at the cabin with their scopes or binoculars. "What are they looking at?" Mitch asked as he bit into his sandwich. "Karen." Ray was looking through his binoculars. "What?" Mitch grabbed the spotting scope and focused it on the cabin below them, there soaking up the sun oblivious to the fact she had an audience sat Karen, topless reading a book. "CRAP! Now what should I do," Mitch said aloud to no one in particular. The glasses never left Ray's eyes as he ate his sandwich, "Enjoy the show, that's my plan." "Asshole, it's not your wife," "True, but what are you going to do?" Mitch knew he was right, it would take thirty minutes or more to get to where she was to do what... embarrass her. Mitch opened the door on the truck to step out. Karen had arrived at the cow camp around eleven, it was hot down in the town and she was glad to be out of it. Well into the seventies, it was still warm on the mountain, she cleaned up a bit around the cabin, and men could be so messy on their own. She pulled Mitch's sleeping bag off the bed in the main room and made up the bed with the sheets and comforters she had brought with her. "That will be better that sleeping in a bag," she said to herself. Grabbing a camp chair from the back of the Jeep, she sat it up facing the sun. It only took a couple of minutes for the sun to warm her up. She looked around and saw no one. Thinking to herself that the road in here was rough enough she could hear anyone driving up well before they got there; she stripped off her shirt and bra to catch some rays. "What now?" Ray asked, as Mitch got out. "As you suggested, I'm going watch the show. And as any self respecting pervert with the set up I have would." Mitch grabbed his camera bag and set the spotting scope up on its tripod took off the eyepiece and snapped on the camera link that turned it into a powerful lens. "I'm taking pictures." Ten minutes later, after Mitch had taken quite a number of photos, Karen stood stretched and went inside. Twenty minutes later, they and the other hunters decided she was not coming back. Mitch and Ray left the truck parked where it was and walked the trees in the small canyon that emptied towards the cabin, they knew elk liked the area and could sense them near by. As dark fell the weather had a chill to it, things were about to change. They pulled off the ridge down the two-track that lead to the cabin, they saw a number of vehicles on the main road going by in the distance, back to town or to one of the resorts or campground. "Mitch," Ray said to him as they pulled up next to the Jeep, "I sure am glad your family settled here before some one else took our hunting spot." Karen had a roast warming on top of the kitchen stove and it smelt great. Dressed in one of Mitch's old flannel shirts and jeans she looked like she belonged with the cabin. Mitch lit the heating stove as the temperatures outside dropped. Ray loaded the firewood box from the pile they had put up outside the first day they were there. They had dinner, a few drinks and played a few hands of cards by lantern light. Mitch banked up the fire with logs and a couple pieces of coal for the night then shut it down as it warmed the cabin nicely. Even into the back room where Ray's bedroll laid out. They had been laughing and telling stories for a couple hours, when Ray reached in his bag and pulled out a small box. He lit the hand rolled joint and offered it to Karen. "None for me," she declined, "I'm still missing most of my college years." She laughed, "But you boys go a head." Mitch knew as he took his first hit it was a mistake, he could drink or smoke, but the combination always kicked his ass. Ray and Karen also knew it but said nothing. By his third hit he felt it coming on, he passed on the fourth round, as the room seemed to heat up. He unbuttoned his shirt and felt the earth spin. "You ok Honey?" Karen smiled knowing what was happening, Mitch never got sick, but his senses always multiplied, he was on his way to 'La La Land.' Where he would lie back and enjoy the world around him. Karen loved to tease his body, playing with him in his high. Ray had sent him home to her "fucked up" a number of times. "Hot," was all he could say, as he staggered to the bed stripped in front of them and crawled into the fresh sheets, their coolness felt good on his skin. "Sorry," Ray apologized to Karen half-laughing, "it's always to tempting to see him do it to himself." "Don't apologize, he's a big boy." Karen had a smile on her face, "besides you send him home fucked up and then I get to play with him." "Huh?" Ray did not understand. "When he gets like this he is like a big sex doll, I can do to him anything I want and it drives him wild. At the same time it turns me on, so thank you for the many fuck sessions you have given me... without even knowing." Karen smiled at Ray, blushing slightly. You are... uh... welcome? And he is a lucky guy." Ray said with a grin, he could hardly imagine Karen telling him this, his friend was indeed a lucky man and about to get lucky again. "I can go..." he motioned towards the back room. "No," Karen looked over towards Mitch still covered up to his neck, "he isn't ready and I have a story to tell you first." She replied. "You know Lyn and I are still close?" "Yes?" the comment struck him as odd, his ex-wife was not part of their normal conversations. They had parted as well as a divorce could, they still had feelings for each other, they just could not live with each other anymore. "She told me a story some time ago about before you got married, you were dating at the time. It was before Mitch and I had even met. "Yes," Ray was intrigued. "Lyn and Mitch were looking for you and drinking, not finding you they went parking... sort of." Mitch pulled his covers down a bit as Karen continued, "They both told me they didn't have sex, but she did end up naked. She told me she wouldn't let Mitch touch her but she was so excited just having her boyfriend's best friend see her naked, when they finally found you she fucked your eyes out." Ray sat back, taking a long drag on the joint, not sure what to say. They were not married at the time and they were no longer married, so should he be pissed? "So, why tell me this?" he asked. "A couple of reasons," Karen blushed, "I know Mitch has felt a bit guilty all these years." "Good." "And Lyn was so excited by it she still gets turned on thinking about it today." "So?" Karen stared at the floor, "When I saw you at the door or when you saw me, dancing for Mitch..." She looked up at him, "I knew almost how she felt. It was exciting, but only for a moment. I want it to last longer." Behind her Mitch through back the blankets, his naked body exposed. "He is ready, are you?" She picked up one of the two lanterns burning on the table and moved it to the stand next to the bed. "So all you want is me to sit here and watch?" Ray was even more confused, yet turned on. "Just like porn on TV, watch and enjoy. She stood next to Mitch, facing Ray, her hands trembling with excitement as she unbuttoned her shirt slowly, when she reached the bottom her bra showing. "If I chicken out?" She looked at Ray questioning. "I can go to bed now and jack off with what I've already seen," Ray commented gently. Ray sat back, his stoned mind drinking in every move as Karen removed her shirt dropping it on top of the pile Mitch had left on the floor. She reached behind unclasping her bra, halfway off she hesitated, and then let it slip off her arms on to the pile. Her nipples were hard as dime sized rocks sticking out from the half-dollar size areolas that were pink and puffy. The light from the lantern danced across Karen's skin, not daring to look at Ray she unbuttoned her pants and then slid them down her legs kicking them off, her light blue panties hardly covered her bush. She was nearly naked in front of Mitch's best friend, her pussy was soaking wet and it turned her on. Down came her panties next, as she bent over a rush of pure adrenalin pumped through her. Standing up straight looking at Ray, he was sitting back rubbing his dick through his pants as he stared at her. It was amazing! Karen walked over to Ray, bent over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, her hand caressed his leg, "Remember at home, alone, and watching porn on TV." She whispered in his ear. Turning away she set her eyes on her target, Mitch's nude body became her sole obsession. Ray could believe Karen's story, but to have it followed by her stripping in front of him? Her breasts bounced as she walked across the room toward him. She stroked his leg, her finger ran the length of his hardened cock, as she walked away he admired her fine ass. Ray watched as Karen climbed onto the old brass bed that squeaked as soon as her knee touched it. "Oh," Karen squealed, "SQUEAKY BED!" She bounced up and down; Mitch's hand raised then flopped back. Karen's grin was wide, "Hey lover, I want to play." crawling on her hands and knees, her ass swaying in Ray's direction. She reached out letting her fingers trace through his chest down across his belly to his legs, caressing the edge if his cock and testicals, making his dick twitch to life. Sliding between Mitch's legs, opening them wide Karen massaged him with her tittys, starting at his groin and rubbing back and forth until she reached his chest, leaning forward, her body covering his. Kissing him, she moved back down Mitch's body stopping with her breasts over his hardened penis, slapping it back and forth between her mounds of dangling flesh. Ray watched in awe as Karen teased Mitch's body, sucking on his nipples, then as she rubbed her tits across Mitch's dick, tickling the head wit her nipples. Karen looked his way, smiling at him as he sat slowly stroking his man hood. Then she dove, sucking Mitch's stiff penis into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she stroked with her tongue swirling around the head. Then releasing it from her mouth, Karen stroked him with her hand as first she licked his ball sack, then sucked Mitch's left testicle into her mouth rolling it with her tongue. She sat up, glanced once more in Ray's direction to see him playing with himself. Moving forward Karen slid Mitch's throbbing member in to her warm tight hole, the old springs squeaked rhythmically as she increased her speed. Karen's large breasts rising and falling to Ray's delight as the lantern light gave them a warm glow. The old bedsprings acted like a trampoline bouncing them more and more as Karen slammed up and down. Laughing she thought, it was like riding a bronco keeping centered on his hard-on. Hunting Camp Mitch came first; he grabbed Karen's hips pulling himself deep inside her, his cum blasting deeply. Karen reacted to his climax with one of her own, Ray's fist brought him to his peak, and he grabbed a napkin to catch his cum in. Ray's eyes rolled back then as he focused, he saw Karen still sitting on Mitch, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. Her breasts heaving, she was quivering, climaxing for a second, then a third time. From the corner of her eye, Karen watched Ray cleaning himself up, Lyn was right, having someone watch, was amazing. She slid off Mitch, as Ray buttoned his pants and started past the bed on his way to his own. Karen stopped him, cum still dripping from her pussy, standing up she leaned her nude body in to his, kissing his cheek again. "Thanks Ray that was incredible." Yes, it was," Ray kissed her back, "Mitch saw a young girl that night, me, I got to see a real woman." He kissed her again, copped a feel of her breast and went to bed. Karen pulled the blankets over herself and Mitch, snuggling in for the night. She could still feel the sensation of Ray's hand upon her breast, his eyes on her body and it tingled. Hunting-Close Confinement Sequel This story is a sequel to 'Close Confinement', but it is possible to read it alone without losing too much. -o0o- When Anka was told to get in the pick-up on a hunting day she knew that she was going to be busy. She was not allowed any clothes except a long fur coat, she was wearing wrist cuffs and she was told to bring her blindfold in a pocket. The brothers' business was good, but it had to be nurtured. Government permits were needed, haulage contractors must be kept sweet, tax inspectors required special attention and then there were the buyers from multi-national companies. It was not good form to hand over cash sweeteners, although that was sometimes necessary. The men preferred to put on good social activities from time to time for important people. Today they were going to have a brown bear hunt for nine men. Their last little special had not worked out quite as well as they had hoped. They booked a private room in a gentlemen's club with a whore for each guest and a lot of alcohol. Hookers are cheap in Bulgaria, but these were not good value. When they were supposed to put on a show they were useless strippers and dancers. On getting down to the real business, the guests were unimpressed. Too ugly, too stupid, too boring and not willing to meet the demands of some of the guest's little kinks were the reports they got. If an important contact wanted to give the woman a bit of a spanking or take a piss in her mouth, the brothers wanted him to be kept happy. That didn't happen and they needed things to be better this time. Of course Anka knew nothing of this. All she was aware of was that she must to do whatever her husband wanted, and if it was anything to do with his work it was especially important. Kosta stashed the rifles carefully and his brother helped load the cases of drink and ammunition in the back. When they drove off with Anka between them, Kosta told her to remove her coat. Apart from enjoying Anka's nakedness beside him, he wanted any passing driver to have a double take on what he might have seen. Not long after they arrived at the hunting lodge and unloaded the truck, Marko heard the minibus tyres crackle on the gravel outside. He called out to his brother that the two guides and the guests had arrived. One of the men was a senior government official who had made it clear that he was not to be seen in any embarrassing position. To make him more comfortable Kosta ordered Anka to put on her blindfold before kneeling naked near the drinks table with her wrists cuffed behind her back. Kosta and Marko went out to greet their guests and lock all the hunting equipment in the store, before inviting the men into the log cabin for a drink. Some female company is usually expected with corporate hospitality, but seeing a good looking girl presented so nicely right at the beginning caused a lot of interest. The brothers invited everybody to take a large glass of vodka before Kosta presented Anka. "This is my wife gentlemen and she is available for your use as you choose throughout your stay." There were one or two gasps and mutterings of: "Your wife, really. And you are offering her!" "Please use one of the condoms provided if you fuck her cunt or ass, but that will not be necessary if you are using her mouth." The men talked quietly among themselves as they picked up their drinks. Kosta and Marko raised Anka to her feet to point out the welts and bruises on her ass, belly, tits and thighs. They explained that Anka had given birth five weeks previously and since then she had been receiving the punishments that she had earned during her late pregnancy and saved up until after the delivery. The brothers invited their guests to inspect and feel her. Anka spread her legs to allow probing fingers and bent forwards when a hand on her back suggested that she should. Erections quickly became evident under the clothing of the group who drew close in examination of her body. Kosta slipped off his trousers and underpants. He said "Allow me please gentlemen." They all dropped back. He told Anka to kneel and presented his ass to her face. Putting his hand behind him he told her to push her tongue right in. She did not need any further instruction. Kosta liked to have a rimjob very often and he always expected her to work her tongue into his ass very vigorously. The big hand on the back of her head didn't give Anka any time to think. Her nose was flattened against him and she wriggled her tongue into his sphincter as quickly as she could. Marko undid his clothes and suggested to all the others that they might like to have Anka give them a rimming while they enjoyed their drink and got to know each other. Licking some ass was OK with Anka. With the three men in the house there weren't too many days when she didn't have her tongue up one or other of them and sometimes all three. But that was different from having to do a dozen guys in one session. Before she was finished her tongue was numb and her jaw ached more than she could ever remember. A stiff drink and an ass licking from a good looking woman is not the way most hunting trips start, but it was a very mellow group of guys who set out into the forest. They took Anka with them. She was still naked and blindfold. Her right wrist cuff was hooked to Kosta's belt. Hunting brown bears takes a lot of skill and experience if you are going to be successful. Corporate guests need to be given a good time and made to feel they are good when they are not so the event organisers hired by the brothers knew what they had to do. When the men had only gone a few hundred yards into the trees their guides told them that some bears had recently been seen in this spot and they should be ready for a sighting. One guide slipped away and after a decent interval he released the gate on a cage concealed in the undergrowth. The bear that they had caught a few days ago and left unfed, looked around cautiously before making its way out of the cage. It started running to where it could smell the bait. Kosta had just hooked Anka's wrists behind the post of a gun stand when Marko shouted "bear!" He pointed to the edge of a clearing and a volley of shots rang out. The animal howled, but didn't drop. It staggered to the tree line. When the bear was lost to view, the two guides left the gun stands and went off with a dog in pursuit. No shooting could now be done so Kosta and Marko broke out some beer cans from the ammunition trailer. "I think you guys enjoyed what Anka's tongue did for your ass. How about pumping her belly full of cum. There were nods and laughter all round. Marko unhooked her and led her to a grassy spot to kneel. The government guy said: "clip her arms back behind her. I don't want her putting her hands in the way of me giving her throat a good fuck." He did so and suggested that the Minister might like to be the first to use her. In his sixties and rather fat, the man didn't lack any enthusiasm for an attractive young woman. When he put his chubby little prick in her mouth she sucked and tongued it to try to get it hard. It took a while, but it did stiffen up and he grabbed her hair to fuck her mouth as hard as he could. Despite the force of the face fucking, Anka was surprised that the dick never entered her throat like Kosta and Marko's did. In fact old Ivan took more handling than this one. Soon the man started grunting and his sweaty belly slapped her face before he pulled her in tight to shoot his load into her mouth. When he walked away Anka opened her mouth as she had been trained, to display the runny cum before swallowing it. The men all moved in closer, swigging heartily at their beers. When Kosta told Anka to swallow and asked who would be next there was only a moment of hesitation before their biggest buyer stepped forward. "Sure, I'll gag her." The brothers glanced at each other and smiled a little. Sure enough it was thick and stiff, but Anka took it without problem. When the sixth dick was roughly thrust into her throat, Anka was getting uncomfortable from the hard treatment, but she had an odd feeling of familiarity with this one. She recognised the feel of Marko's cock and the isolation caused by her blindfold lessened a little. By the time the guides were heard shouting and the men went off to help drag in the large bear on a tarpaulin Anka had swallowed the cum of both brothers and all the guests. It was by far the most she had ever had and she was unsure whether to feel disgusted by it or pleased to have helped the family. Now the men all had their cameras out and were taking trophy pictures of themselves posing with the bear. Kosta brought Anka over and positioned her with the bear's nose on her cunt so that looked as though it was licking her. The guys were delighted with this and all clicked away madly, comparing images with each other. The brothers rearranged the body of the animal and put Anka's face into its groin for the photographers to take some more pictures to share with their mates. The smell was incredible. Anka had often seen wild bears in the distance and a few times one had been brought back to the house. She had noticed the kind of wild animal whiff they had, but now she had her nose in its groin it was just overpowering. She felt a bit sick and could feel the sperm starting to churn in her stomach. Even more than the nausea though, the feeling coursing through Anka was the power of this big animal. His odour was male and she couldn't help wondering what it would be like to feel the lifeless prick that was by her mouth if it was still full of the vigour it had an hour ago. She felt her thighs moisten and a tingle ran through her body. The bear was loaded on to the ammunition trailer and the men went back to the shooting stands where there was the pretence of attempting to flush out some more bears towards the bait. Nothing much else happened on the hunting front. The guests drank a lot more beer and a hapless goat which came into view was shot by Marko. This was enough to mark an end of shooting for the day. Everybody made their way back to the lodge where the guides skinned and gutted the goat before putting it on the barbecue spit. During the day the men had all been pissing against trees as they needed to let out some of the beer and after the walk back some bladders were filling again. Kosta unclipped Anka from his belt to use the WC in the lodge when he changed his mind. He told her to kneel and open her mouth. He spurted a strong jet of yellow piss into her and then stopped for her to swallow. The men all came close again as Kosta went on to empty his bladder into his wife's mouth. "Jeez. I never saw a urinal as sweet as that." Said the tax inspector. "She took the lot. Has she done it before?" "Oh yes, replied Kosta." It's part of her normal duty. I don't always want to be going to the bathroom. In fact these whip marks on her belly are for when she coughed a load of piss in my lap. I gave her eight strokes for that. She doesn't do that often though, she can swallow plenty. Come on guys, line up and give her all you've got." Two more men emptied their bladders into Anka's mouth before she turned very pale and threw up a huge amount of piss and cum. Everybody cheered, then moved her to a clean spot and carried on pissing in her mouth. The delicious aroma of roasting goat was attracting everybody before long. It was sliced onto paper plates and eaten with hunks of rustic bread washed down with more vodka from the lodge. In an hour or two it would be time for everybody to leave. The brothers wanted them all to go home satisfied. Now they were all rather drunk and Anka had been the biggest hit of the day they decided to invite them to sample some more before they left. They laid out thick, soft blankets near the heat of the barbecue, dropped some packets of condoms down and handed out animal face masks to the men. "Gentlemen, I think we have had a successful and enjoyable day. You have said kind things about my wife and it is only right that you should enjoy her as fully as you wish before we take her away. So that you can remain discreet and also have some photographs we have brought along the masks for you to use. Will you please select a mask and then fuck her any way you choose. I am sure she will provide you with complete satisfaction, but here is my cane in case you want to give her any encouragement. Wiping goat fat from their mouths they all put on their masks. Kosta took off Anka's blindfold and told her to get on all fours on the blanket. The men started to pull off their clothes showing that the effects of drink, tiredness, age and having already cum, meant that there were no stiff pricks among them. The guides had not been drinking and were still busying themselves clearing up the barbecue, when Marko asked them if they would like a fuck as well. They didn't need to be asked twice. While one of them took Anka's mouth, the other Put on a rubber and started fucking her pussy. After a few minutes of expert mouth stimulation the first guide went to get a condom. He laid on his back and arranged with his colleague for Anka to lower her cunt onto his dick and let the other prick fuck her ass. By now the five bear and four wolf faced guests had lined up have her get them hard with her mouth. Kosta and Marko clicked away with all the cameras getting a record of this bizarre sight so that sober minds could have their memories refreshed. When the two guides finished Kosta told them to empty their condoms into her mouth. Anka had managed to fluff up the guests to decent erections and the men laughed heartily while they took turns having a pack of wolf masks in all her holes or a bear in her ass with a wolf in her mouth. The brothers kept on taking photographs and some video while every combination of fucking was done to Anka by the howling and growling guests playing out their parts. Anka was exhausted and sore, but it didn't stop her having a massive orgasm when three fat bears were pounding her at once. When the spasms of her climax pulsed through her body she collapsed onto the Minister below her and rolled of him so that three dicks were left waving in the air. Grabbing the cane, Marko ran forward and dragged her by the hair to her knees. He gave her two hard strokes on the tits before throwing her on her back, raising one leg and giving her four more whacks on the cunt. The guests were all transfixed as they watched and they were amazed to hear Anka calling out "one Master, two Master" and so on as she was beaten. "Our day is at an end gentlemen. Anka will now thank you all properly for the attention you have given her." Anka Pulled herself up into a kneeling position, Marko clipped her wrists behind her and she opened her mouth. Kosta invited the Minister to be the first donate his final load to Anka's stomach. The rest of the wolves and bears formed an orderly line behind him. Hunting Club This is a story of giving my wife to another man while I was present. I have had this fantasy about five years now and during this time have talked about it with my wife. Of course, in the beginning she said that this would never happen. Over the course of a few years, during our lovemaking I mentioned his name (I'll call him, Bill) and had her visualize it was he sucking her nipples and pounding into her. She never told me to stop saying his name and I noticed she was breathing heavier and moaning more so than normal. Well about six months ago she said to me if I wanted to see her with another man she would agree but only because I wanted her to do this. First I should tell you about my wife. She was 41 at the time, 38c 28 36..she is 5'8" and weights about 135 lbs. She is a very sexual package and gives great head among other attributes. I was mentioning Bill at the time because he is an old friend, neighbor and always had the hots for Judy. I asked him if he was agreeable to this and of course he jumped at the chance. He kept asking me if it was okay with me and what made me think of this. I told him it was always a fantasy of mine. This was a Tuesday and we agreed to meet that Friday. He was a member of a hunting club and he knew that their hunting cabin would be empty that night. I went home and told Judy it was arranged for that Friday. She said good but looked nervous. Surprising thing happened. Judy never mentioned it again for the rest of the week and I never said anything again. If it were to happen, she would have to bring it up. I wanted to make sure she would do it. That was the longest week of my life. Friday afternoon came and I wanted to see what she was going to do. At 6PM she said she was going to take a long hot bath. She never did this before at this time of day so I figured she was going to go through with this. I called Bill and told him to get ready and he should come over to our house at 7:30. He was excited but not as much as myself. Judy dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers. She was wearing a bra and panties also. Bill showed up promptly at 7:30 and he got into his truck. We drove to the hunting cabin, @ 15 minutes, and the talking was just about neighborhood things and general talk. When we got to the cabin and Bill got out to unlock the door, Judy turned to me and whispered if I was sure I wanted to go through with this and she was only doing this for me. I told her that I did but it was her decision. With that she opened the door to the truck, got out and went into the cabin with me close behind. Once we were inside we generally where clumsy. Since none of us have ever done this before we were not sure where to start. It was Judy's idea to get a game of strip poker going. The game was only to be played by Bill and her. I sat in the wings watching. Now my wife is not a bad poker player but that night she was horrible. She knew were this was going so she played along. After a few hands Bill had his shirt and shoes off but Judy lost her shoes, shirt, bra and pants. She was only sitting in her panties and the next hand took care of those. So there was my wife totally naked in front of another man. Her nipples were fully extended and I saw a slight blush on her face. Bill was telling her what a great body she had and perfect breasts. To this point though, Bill had yet to touch her. Judy's next step surprised me. She told Bill to follow her to the large sofa at the end of the room. She sat down on the sofa and told Bill to stand in front of her. She reached over, unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down and slowly removed his shorts. He was about my size and he was hard as a rock by now. She grabbed his cock and started to lick it from his balls to its head and back again. Before too long she had swallowed him completely and stated her sucking. Bill's eyes were closed and he was moaning ever so softly while his hips stated to rock back and forth. This went on for @ 10 minutes before Bill said his was going to cum. Judy stopped right away, grabbed his disk and said not yet; you have another job to do. She immediately laid down on the sofa, spread her legs and without letting his cock go placed it at the entrance of her pussy. It was glistening now with her wetness and I knew she was ready to take him. He slowly entered her inch by inch until he was fully in and started to go in and out slowly at first. Judy wrapped her legs around him and crossed her ankles behind his back. Knowing Judy, she would not release that grip until she was done. Both Bill and Judy were moaning now and I know that Judy came at least once to this point. They stayed this was for another 15 minutes and Bill said that he was going to cum. That is when Judy tightened her legs around Bill and wouldn't free him. She wanted him to deposit his seed deep in her, which Bill gladly agreed to. All this time I was wacking myself and came on the carpet. I stood about 3 feet from the sofa while my lovely wife served a neighbor. I was glorious. After everyone rested we cleaned the area and Bill drove us home. At home, my wife asked if I was satisfied with her performance and I said sure and thanked her. That night we made love quite a few times and feel asleep in each other's arms. One thing that surprised me about Bill, not once did he grap my wife's breasts, suck them or finger her clit. I could tell he was nervous because I was there. He never took a wife with the husband present. He did tell me later that weekend that he had a great time and really wanted to get together with my wife again. We definitely detected a difference in Bill after my wife's first time. He only lived about 3 doors down from us and was spending more time visiting us. We could see Bill staring at Judy and at times it made her uncomfortable. She had sex with him and bared herself, so to speak, but it was on her terms and not in our home. He would occasionally tweak her breast or pat her ass. His visits were always at night and usually my wife would be in her nightgown while he was there. She always wanted me to be there during his visit and found a reason for him to leave if I just happened not to be there. Don't get me wrong, Bill was always a gentlemen and we still had good conversations and he was still a close friend. The uneasiness with my wife was her expectations of what he might do and had nothing to do with what he actual did do. About 2 months after out first rendezvous at the hunting cabin, Judy asked me if we should visit the hunting cabin again with Bill. I knew what this meant and eagerly said yes if she wanted to do it. I was taken back by this question but realized that she felt better if it was under her terms and not at our home. I called Bill and of course he readily accepted the invitation and we agreed to meet this Saturday night. That was 3 days away and a long wait for me and I'm sure Bill. Nothing was said again till Saturday afternoon when Bill asked what time he should come over. We told him @ 6PM. He said I'll see you then. He was prompt and we got into his truck for the 15-minute ride to the club. The club sits on 168 acres of forest, with a small field to the right of the building and a small orchard to the left. The field and orchard are planted so deer and such will eat the crops. Now this was late April and quite a beautiful evening. A nice spring breeze and we were getting over the winter blahs. Bill got out of the truck and started to unlock the door but Judy took control. She said it was too nice of a day to go inside and with the acres of privacy and summer breezes she wanted to stay outside. Of course we agreed but I was wondering what she had planned. I didn't have to wait long. Standing on the porch of the hunting cabin, my wife started to strip. No pretense of a slow strip and dancing. She just stood there and undressed like she was going to bed. In a few minutes she was totally nude in all her glory with Bill and I staring. After a few minutes of posing, she bent down and put her sneakers back on. Bill and I looked at each other wondering what was about to happen. Judy said she wanted to always do this so she proceeded to leave the porch and run around the field, the orchard and slowly though the woods. Bill and I were close behind her watching her tits bounce and her ass move in that rhythm tic manner of the female form. She continued this for about 15 minutes and stopped in the middle of the orchard. The apple blossoms were coming out and the fresh scent was everywhere. Judy told Bill to come closer and told me to go back to the truck and get a blanket that she noticed was in the back. I turned and went to the truck to get the blanket and when I returned Bill was standing fully naked with Judy standing in front of him. She was massaging his cock while he was tweaking her nipples. His rod was already hard and her nipples where fully extended. Both had a smile on their faces. I spread the blanket under one of the trees and invited them to lie on it. I must explain something here; my fantasy was seeing my wife get fucked by another man not a threesome so I was content to watch. They walked to the blanket and before Bill had a chance to lie down, Judy knelt in front of him and proceeded to put his cock in her mouth. I could hear the slurping sounds she was making and see Bill expression of lust in his face. His hips started to move in unison with her head and she grabbed his hips for control while he grabbed her head. He was eventually face fucking her. Judy was sucking her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the bottom and holding his balls. I was worried that Bill might cum in her mouth and this would be the end of the evening for Bill and Judy's adventure. I need not have worried. This went on for 10 minutes or so and then Judy stopped and lay down with her legs wide open. Bill lay down between her legs and started to lick the inside of her thighs and gradually to her slit and clit. Judy had her eyes closed with a smile on her face a soft moaning from her lips while Bill used his tongue to roll the clit around and invade her cunt. I could hear him sucking with Judy's hips rotating on the blanket. It was during this that Judy came wetting Bill's face with her juices and she let out a loud and long moans. Bill finally rose, grabbed his rock hard cock and rubbed its head along her slit to get her very wet juices. Slowly he pushed the head into her and Judy stopped breathing while he slowly pushed the rest in until he was fully buried in her. He stayed still for a few minutes while she adjusted to him and he slowly started to pump in and out while she wrapped her legs around his waist. I know through experience that once she locks her legs she will control the action. Her hips were now rising up to meet his thrusts as they started to get faster and harder. Judy was now taking a pounding and moaning constantly. I could see Bill's ass tighten and he said that he was about to cum and here is where Judy takes over. She told him she wanted his seed deep in her and with a final push to the hilt he deposited his seed in her. Judy came at the same time. Judy really likes the feeling of hot cum deep in her or in her mouth. She doesn't like to be sprayed elsewhere. They lay still for a few minutes and he withdrew his dick. I watched some of his cum leaking from her. They lay on the blanket looking at the sky through the tree branches. They then got up, Bill got dressed and we walked to the front porch of the hunting cabin so Judy could get her clothes. In case you are interested, I was jerking off during this sight and came when he first penetrated my wife. We got in Bill's truck and went home. Not much was said on the ride home but when we got into our home and Bill had gone home Judy grabbed me and said that was the best sex she ever had. She had always wanted to have sex outside, her fantasy, and now she met this wish of hers. She said she wanted to do this again only her he husband next time. We went to bed that night and had great sex through most of it. This is an explanation before anyone brings up the idea of unprotected sex. Judy had a hysterectomy many years ago, no fear of pregnancy, and I have known Bill since grade school so I wasted afraid of disease. Both Judy and I know him and his wife and are fairly sure of his fidelity to his wife before Judy. The following and last sexual meeting between my wife and Bill was 11 months from the last time. It also occurred at the infamous hunting club. My wife, out of the blue, suggested that we call Bill and invite him for another romp. Although we have discussed my wife' submission to Bill quite a few times, usually during sex, she had not mentioned another trip to the hunting cabin. Of course Bill was out our home during this time and was hoping for another meeting. I have to say he was always a gentleman and never asked for anything. He knew as well as I did that the decision was with Judy. Bill jumped at the chance and since this was a Saturday afternoon we agreed to that night. Bill came over promptly at the designated time and we jumped into his truck for the short ride to the cabin. Bill got out of the truck and unlocked the door to the cabin and my wife grabbed my arm and whispered she was doing this for me and I could stop her at any time. I told her thanks and we should continue. We went into the cabin and my wife immediately stripped in front of both of us. No dancing or suggestive moves, just off with the clothes. She was now buck naked and laid on the long table you usually see in hunting cabins, @ 8 feet long, 4 feet wide and 3 feet high. She had her legs draped over the one end and said something new; she wanted both of us to strip. In the past I was an observer while Bill took my wife but tonight she wanted to take both of us on. This was something new for all of us but we quickly stripped. Judy told us that she wanted to give head to one of us while the other f*chd her. She wanted to feel this for the first time. She told us she didn't care who was where. I told Bill to go between her legs while I walked over to her head. Both Bill and myself were rock hard at this time and while I placed the head of my dick to Judy's mouth Bill got on his knees and started to lick Judy's cunt and clit. She was grabbing my dick and taking the whole thing in her mouth and moaning while Bill sucked her. We both had our hands on her tits and squeezing her nipples. Bill stood up and placed his rod at her cunt lips and slowly started to insert it into her. I didn't have to look at him; I knew this was what he was doing by Judy's reaction. She stopped her sucking motion on my dick and let out a small scream. Once Bill was fully entered he stayed that way a few seconds and during this time Judy started sucking on me again. Bill slowly picked up his pace was soon slamming Judy and her head was trying to hold onto me. Both Bill and I got into a rhythm with our hips and Judy's hips were moving in unison with Bill. Her hands were holding the sides of the table and she was very fluid in her movement. I was the first to cum and she swallowed all. Bill lasted another 5 minutes or so and then he cam deep in her. It took awhile for Judy to stop moving her hips. She then looked at me and told us to switch places. We were both surprised but eager to agree. We told her that since we both cam it would take a little while for us to prepare and she we spent the next few minutes with Judy's hands grabbing our cocks and playing with them. It didn't take long before both of us were hard again. I walked to Judy's cunt and plowed fully into her. She was very wet with her and Bill's juices. This was new for me. Judy grabbed Bill's cock and sucked it into her mouth after a few licks. This was new for her because once I made penetration on previous sex, she would never suck me. This was always before penetration. Since both Bill and I had already cum we lasted quite awhile and took joy in seeing Judy's tits bouncing, nips hard and her hips rotating. I could here the slurping noises as she took Bill and her muffled moans. She was never a screamer but let out a few during this time. Both Bill and I cam about the same time, both of us deep in her. She swallowed Bill's cum and I watched her cunt starting to ooze our cum. We got dressed, went home and sorry to say Judy has never done this again. I'm sure she was pleased with this but I feel she still feels a little guilty. I hug her and tell her that she is a great women and I love her very much. Hunting Club Revisited This is a continuation of my wife, Judy, and her experimentation into becoming a shared wife. Quite awhile ago I wrote a story called "Hunting Club" and if you can find it here it will give you her first and second experience into being shared. Just a short description of the above story. She agreed to be shared with another man after repeated requests from me over a few years. We selected a neighbor, Bill, who I knew from high school and my wife knew him for 18 years. He was a member of a hunting club in the middle of @ 160 acres of woods and only 6 miles from our neighborhood. The only fields were around the hunting club and only used to plant corn and an apple orchard. These were there to attract the game e.g. deer, wild turkeys, etc. We were nervous on our first meeting which was held at the club but Judy ended up being a shared wife after that evening. I won't go into the details of this and our second meeting with Bill but she only agreed to these meetings because she wanted to please me. Read the original story. This occurred 5-6 years ago. Now an update. First some changes since this time. I am 59 and have been taking blood pressure and diabetic pills for the last 4 years. Just in case you are interested I am fine medically as long as I stay on the medication but it does have a side effect, erectile dysfunction. My wife is 48 now but 3 years ago was 45, simple math. She kept insisting that it was okay and our marriage got stronger but after 2 years her needs also got stronger. I always told her that it was okay to meet Bill or another man for sex as long as I knew about it and it was only for sex. She did not agree to this until last spring. I would mention my offer almost monthly over these years and the last time she agreed but under her conditions. Bill would be involved again along with the hunting cabin but because of her built up needs she wanted more than Bill. We would plan an overnight visit to the club. She also said she wanted another 2-4 men besides me as protection and as an observer and Bill. I asked if she was sure she wanted this and she grinned and agreed. Another requirement was none of the other men were to be local. This wasn't expected to be a problem because most of the members of the club lived 1-2 hours away in a large city. It was up to Bill to make the arrangements with our approval. None of the men would be know to us but although age and body build would not be important they must be clean, as best we could determine. Bill started to make the arrangements. Remember this was last spring and during this time and early summer the cabin is not used at all so we would have our privacy. After the details were worked out, it was planned for a Saturday afternoon into Sunday morning. Bill said he had arranged for 4 men to meet us there and it would be 2 weeks away, the first weekend of June 2008. It would be a long 2 weeks. A brief description of Judy. Although she was 47 at the time she was still very pretty with auburn hair and very blue eyes. Her body was still great and she looked years younger than she was. She is 5'7" 145 lbs and 38C 30 35. She is very outgoing which you will see later on. Let me tell you it was a long 2 weeks but very exciting for me. Judy on the other hand thought it went fast because she was very nervous. Wednesday before the meeting she told me that maybe she should not go through with it. The number of guys invited was starting to bother her, possible 4 men she had never met besides me and Bill. I thought she would back out and it was her choice. I told her it was her decision and her's alone and although 4 had agreed to come we wont know for sure how many will come that day. I would back her with whatever it was. She just wanted reassurance that I was okay with this and this was enough. The agreed upon time was 4 PM Saturday and we, Bill, myself and Judy went to the cabin at 2PM. I was easier for Judy to be there already when they arrived and we also made sure the cabin was ready. We did some minor cleaning, didn't need much. Although I say it is a hunting cabin it is not bad. It has a kitchen, large bathroom with a shower, a meeting room with 2 long tables @ 8 ft in length and @ 3 ft of the floor. It also has another room which they have 2 couches, TV and a wood heating unit. The bedroom, as in typical hunting cabins is not large but does have 4 bunk beds which sleeps 8. To help Judy with getting her at ease, we had some liquor but we did not give her a lot, maybe 3 drinks. She likes Rum and Coke and one think about my wife, the more she drinks the hornier she gets. She has always been this way since I met her. We also didn't know how we would start once the men arrived. Judy didn't like the idea of undressing in front of possibly 6 men, go figure since we knew what was planned. She thought it would be easier for her if she was already naked but wearing a robe so that was the plan. Another thing about my wife, see has had a hysterectomy many years ago so pregnancy was not an issue and she hates condoms so none were to be used. I told her that once the robe comes off she must remain naked until noon on Sunday. We would have enough cooks and food till the next day so she was not responsible for any cooking, serving, etc. Her only job was to service whoever arrives. She agreed. Well the time had arrived and we heard a car approaching. It takes about 5 minutes to see the car since the road is a very rough dirt road. We knew they were coming in 1 car since they were generally from the same area. All 3 of us were looking out the window and we saw 3 people in the car. We found out later that 1 had backed out the last minute. They pulled in front of the cabin and it was the first time Judy and I saw them. Bill told us that 1 of the men was 27, other was 39 and the last was 51. None of them were related, no father son combo. They all were married and all were of normal size and build and the oldest was a little heavy having a potbelly. They came into the cabin slowly and all eyes stopped when they saw Judy. Almost in unison they commented how beautiful she looked with a lot of wows and catcalls. Judy was taken back by this but did grin quite a bit. We all walked back to the room with the sofas and all the men sat down. Judy was standing in front of all of them and took of her robe. They were surprised that she had nothing on underneath and more wows were heard. Remember in part 1 I said that Judy was outgoing well she was standing there naked and she said she felt a little awkward because she was the only one without clothes. It didn't take long before all of them were naked and she got her first good look at them. Jeff the youngest had a good body and was average size. Ron, in his 30s, was also solid but was really hairy and was about normal but maybe a little thicker. Clarence did have a potbelly and he was the largest maybe 9". Judy looked at Bill, smiled and said just as I remember. At this time I was the only one dressed and sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. She knelt down on the floor and told them to form a circle around her which of course they did in record time. She started sucking on one until he was hard and then moved onto the next one until she had sucked them all. She kept her hands busy making sure they did not go limp while she worked on the others. Their breathing was getting loud and Judy was smiling and humming which drove them crazy with the vibration while they were in her mouth. A few times they tried to reach out to grab her tits but she always slapped them away saying there will be time for that. After about 15 minutes of this they couldn't take it any longer. They looked at each other and 2 of them grabbed her arms and the other 2 grabbed her ankles and carried her to one of the long tables in the meeting room. At this time I went over to the table also. They placed her on her back with her legs draped over the side. 2 of them that were holding her ankles spread her legs to give easy access to her slit and each of them in turn did some licking and sucking on her clit. My wife has never shaved so she had a bush to be viewed. Judy was really moaning at this time and was dripping. While this was going on one of them was sucking her nipples and kissing her tits. I failed to say that Judy's nipples are large and they were really extended at this time. Since this is a hunting club they grabbed a deck of cards and drew cards. The highest pulled card would be first to take her and so forth. Well Ron drew a queen which was the highest and he smiled and walked between her legs. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit getting it wet since Judy was very wet at this time and slowly started to insert it into her pussy. Now remember it has been a few years since Judy was f....d and almost immediately she started cumming. After a few minutes of inserting it inch by inch coming back out and inserting it again a little deeper each time he was finally buried all the way. Judy was moaning all the time. While this was going on the other 3 men were taking their places, one on each tit and the 3rd was being sucked by Judy. She was in heaven. Ron was very deliberate and slowly pounded her. I did not mention that Judy, unlike some women, does not like wearing any cum. It has to explode in her pussy and/or mouth wherever the cock is at the time. They all knew this so when Ron was getting ready I noticed his ass tense and he grunted as he unloaded deep in her. Judy screamed when this occurred and startled everyone but only for a second. Ron pulled out of her and was quickly replaced by Jeff. Now he approached Judy's slit and rammed it right into his balls. He went like a piston and never slowed. He moaned quite a bit and it was having a pleasant effect on my wife. I started to see beads of sweet on her forehead and her tits were really bouncing making it difficult for the guys holding and kissing her breasts. Jeff didn't last as long as Ron which surprised me since he was younger. My wife now had 2 loads in her pussy. Jeff pulled out and Bill walked over to her and said he has dreaming about this for awhile. It had been @ 2 years since he last plowed into her. He was very deliberate in his actions and all the time he had a smile on his face. Judy was saying to pound her harder but he ignored her wishes and continued with his slow hip movement. It took him about 20 minutes before he unloaded in her. The cum was dripping down onto the table now, her pussy could not hold it all. Her breasts were starting to get red marks from all the sucking and kissing they were getting. I am glad that her slit was well lubricated because the biggest cock see had ever taken was coming up with Clarence. He walked over between her legs and started to insert his 9" into her. By this time she was not tight but she still took a few deep breaths while he went all the way in. He was a gentle lover and kept a pace that increased and decreased keeping Judy in heightened sense of excitement. I lost count how many times she cam while these 4 men used her. I think she was using them. Clarence finally emptied his load into my wife's love canal. While this was all happening, although I have ED I had pulled my cock out and wife was stroking me until I cam on the carpet. I was closing in on 6PM, 2 hours since we started. Clarence said he brought some steaks and he would go out to the barbecue pit and grill up a meal. Judy would go to the shower and clean herself up. We had planned to continue after we had some food. I told Judy that once the shower was done she should join us outside for supper but reminded her that she would be nude. Clarence got the steaks on the grill and Jeff and I started a fire in the campfire area. Once the fire was built we threw in some potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil. There was a picnic table near the grill and wooden benches around the fire. Judy wasn't out yet so I went into the cabin to make sure she was okay. She was drying herself after the shower and smiled once she saw it was me. I asked her if she was okay and having a good time and she assured me she was. Relieved, I left her to finish and went back outside. About ten minutes later Judy came walking out with a towel wrapped around her. We were all a little disappointed until she said the towel was to sit on. She went over to the picnic table and placed the towel on the seat. She didn't have anything on underneath and sat on the seat. Now it was early June and a slight chill was coming. Judy's nipples were hard and full due to coolness and excitement of seeing 5 men staring at her breast. All the men were wearing t-shirts and shorts and told Judy if she was getting cold to let us know. The meal was very good and the conversation dealt mostly with general topics and did not center on my wife's nakedness or her past performance but all eyes were on her tits while we ate. We couldn't see her pussy due to her position at the table. That would come later. It was starting to get chilly by the time we finished eating and much darker. We left the picnic table and walked to the campfire now fully ablaze. There were 2 wooden benches that 2 people could sit in and 2 wooden chairs so we all had a seat. It was much warmer around the fire and Judy sat on the bench with Clarence. It didn't take Clarence long before he started massaging her breast and tweaking her nipples. My wife started to move her ass on the bench and for the first time this evening her and Clarence started to kiss. His hands moved down her belly and she spread her legs to allow him better access. He was now fingering her and before long she was getting wet. Of course we were all looking at this show. After about 10 minutes of this, Clarence stood up and dropped his shorts and asked Judy to sit on his lap. He said "Since I was the last the enjoyment to penetrate you last time and you were full of cum, I want to be the first this time". "That sounds reasonable to me" was Judy's reply and she stood up and turned to face him. "You look like you need some help to get ready" so she knelt down in front of him, grabbed his cock and started licking and sucking him till he was hard and fully erect to his 9 inches. She got on him with her back towards him and slowly inserted his penis in her pussy. She lowered herself slowly going up and down until he was fully embedded in her. All this time her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. She said she wanted to sit there for a few minutes to adjust to his size and Clarence said "take all the time you need". She was rotating her hips and after a time started to go up and down slowly. Well I guess this scene was too much for us and it wasn't long before Ron walked over to her and took his shorts off. He offered Judy his cock and she sucked it into her mouth while he grabbed her head. Before long he was face f---ing her and going at a good clip. Clarence was alternating between her tits and holding her hips and was helping her to move up and down. Ron told her "I'm ready to cum" and Judy grabbed his hips to hold him there. He unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed all of it. I was very proud of her when Ron said "thanks, my wife never swallowed my cum". Clarence was still pounding her when Bill was next in line. All of us were standing there in T-shirts and no shorts. Bill's cock was grabbed by Judy and she rubbed it and said very seductively "thanks for arranging this for me and I owe you a lot" "I hope to collect from you" was his reply. She opened her mouth and took him in and performed the same for Bill as she did for Ron with the same results. Now that was 2 mouthfuls she swallowed. "This was a great dessert for a great meal" she whispered but all heard it. This was too much for Clarence because he stated he was ready to cum and with a few grunts he filled her up. Now no rest for the weary. Jeff yelled "I want you the same way Clarence just had it. Come over here". Judy jumped up once Clarence released her hips and walked the few paces to where Jeff was sitting. "I'm here now" was her reply. She took his cock in her hand and started to insert him into her. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to his hilt before she expected it and was fully impaled with the first downward movement. This caused Judy to scream softly and say "take it easy there is plenty of time". He said he was sorry but he grabbed her hips and started his piston like action pounding her pussy. It wasn't long before she started to moan and say "f—k me, f—k me good". She was not giving anyone a blowjob at this time so all her concentration was on his cock in her pussy. It was @ 15 minutes before he also unloaded in her. She sat on his cock resting and eventually it dislodged from her. While all this was going on I was masturbating and deposited my cum on the ground. Clarence came over to me and said "I must say your wife is great and you are very lucky to have her". Ron yelled "I wish my wife was a sex machine like your wife is". Jeff who both times he took my wife was very forceful and pounded her explained, "I have had more sex in the last few hours than I had last month. My wife doesn't like it and just wants to get it over with when she agrees to have sex". They all thanked Bill for arranging this for me and Judy and including them in this evening'. Bill said "I told you about her and now you know I told you the truth". They all agreed. Judy looked surprised and said "You guys are talking like it is over and we still have a night and morning to go. I hope you don't disappoint me". We all smiled. It was now getting cooler so we went into the cabin. Judy had brought some things to clean-up herself up, douche and mouthwash, great combination, so she didn't have to take showers all the time and she went into the bathroom. The guys went into the room with the sofas, started a fire on the heater and turned the TV on. We also opened the brew and prepared a few rum and cokes for Judy. She came out of the bathroom and they all wanted her to sit next to them. Needless to say, Judy was still the center of attention for the rest of the evening. They all took turns again while she had her tits sucked, her pussy eaten and finger f—ked. She was having a great time. Once we came back into the cabin, by my count she was f—ked another 5 times and gave 3 blowjobs. Jeff had the repeat on her making up for lost time with the lack of sex with his wife. We decided on the sleeping arrangements for the night. All the men would go to the bedroom with the bunk beds and Judy would stay on the sofa by the fire. She would sleep there and make herself available anytime one of us would come out. Hopefully she would get some sleep. We went into the bedroom and I turned around and said "I love you very much and am very proud of you. Are you okay?" She replied "I am loving all of this and thank you for making this happen. I was nervous at first but now I am having a great time". The men went to bed and quite frankly I feel asleep very fast since most of the evening I was a spectator and was hitting the beer more than I usually do. I was not drunk, just a buzz and it was a long day due to my excitement of what I witnessed. I did get up sometime in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and when I passed the den area I did hear movement and some moaning. I did not investigate what was going on and went back to bed. I was one of the first to get up in the morning, probably because I was the only one who got a good night's sleep. I was told by Judy later in the day what happened that night. She did preface her retelling the night by saying she only had one at a time with her. Doesn't know if it just happened that way or was planned by the men. Doesn't really matter I guess. I think it was planned so they might fulfill some sexual fantasy without the others seeing it. Hunting Club Revisited It seems that after we went to bed she ended up falling asleep for about 1-2 hours and woke up with Jeff sucking her nipples. He then mounted her and had his way with her. It was about ½ hour later after Jeff left that Ron came into the room and only wanted a blowjob which she was very willing to deliver. Some time later Bill came into the room and spent some time with her. Remember Bill was the person she had sex with a few years before and was a neighbor of ours. He asked how she felt and was she happy. She thinks that maybe he was a little jealous of the attention she was getting from the others. Anyway, while they were talking his hands were roaming over her from her breasts to her pussy. She gave him a blowjob to get him fully erect and then he deposited his seed in her slit. Later on Jeff came back but this time he wanted to penetrate her ass but she never had this done and wasn't about to start now. He took her again but this time doggie style. Early morning Clarence visited her and screwed her again and he was slow and deliberate. Judy says that she has never felt as full as when he was embedded in her and she was thoroughly enjoying it. When he finished cumming in her he went to the bathroom, took a shower and then started to make breakfast. This is what he was doing when I got out of bed and my wife was in the shower. He was making eggs, bacon, ham, hash browns and a local favorite scrapple. The coffee was already made. When Judy came out of the bathroom I went in to take a shower also. It seems by the time I left the bathroom there was a line since everyone else had gotten up and were waiting to get in there also. Breakfast was finished by the time the last got out of the shower and we all sat down to enjoy it, Judy still being naked. We had a good meal and it looked to be a beautiful day so Judy asked if she could put on a pair of shoes. We were surprised by this question because first of all it was her decision to stop anytime she wanted and why a pair of shoes. My wife answered "I love taking walks through the woods and the fields just outside and I want to protect my feet". "That sounds like a great idea and hope you don't mind if we join you. That will be a nice experience for all of us. I always wanted to walk around the wood here. Although we know the area quite well we never did it in the company of a beautiful naked lady" responded Bill. He always knows what to say. Judy said she hoped she wouldn't be walking around alone. We cleaned up after breakfast, not Judy per our earlier agreement, and went out the door. There was still some nip in the air which did enhance her nipples but she said she was comfortable. We spent about 1 ½ hours outside and besides Judy the scenery was breath- taking. Of course during the walk we were grabbing her ass and bouncing tits. To complete the rest of the morning, my wife was f—ked by everyone again, one doggies, one sitting on their lap and the other two missionary style on the couch. She also gave another blowjob. It was getting close to the agreed upon time to end Judy's time with the boys so she took another shower and this time when she got out she fully dressed. "I was getting use to no clothes" she exclaimed as she came out of the bathroom. "You are still beautiful and a sexy lady even with clothes" Clarence chirped. Remember other than the robe she originally wore when they first arrived, Jeff, Ron, and Clarence never saw her in clothes. They told her that this weekend will never be forgotten by them and hope they can have a repeat. I never heard so much thanking and sorry to see it end before. Judy said "I am glad it is ending because I am tired and am sore but I have enjoyed this time more than I expected". Bill, Judy, and I were the first to leave the hunting club while the others decided to stay and straighten up the place. When we got home Judy took a long bubble path, got in her nightgown and slept the rest of the day and night. Before she fell asleep I talked with her, while she was lying in the tub that I loved her more than ever before and hoped she was comfortable with this weekend. Her response was "I did enjoy it, got over my initial nervousness and was glad I was okay with it." "Now you truly have a shared wife". I kissed her and said thank you. Now although I did not express my actions this weekend I believe I never cam as many times as I had done this weekend either self manipulation or with Judy's hand or mouth. Now while she was sleeping that afternoon and being the thankful husband, perverted as I am I tallied my wife's activity the last 20 hours. She was screwed 19 times, almost once an hour and gave 5 blowjobs till they cam in her mouth. This doesn't count the number of blowjobs she gave but stopped before completion. She had cum many times, too numerous to count. I guess age does matter because the youngest, Jeff, had her 7 times but Clarence the oldest was second with 5 times. Well this is the story of my wife becoming shared women and feeling more at ease with her sexuality. There have been a few other times since then but nothing even close to this weekend. Maybe in the future I will detail them. Although I have written this after about 8 months has passed I do remember this time as if it happened last week. Husbands believe me if this ever happened to your wife you would remember most of the detail also. In case you are wondering, we have talked to Bill many times since, being a neighbor, he has told us that to his knowledge word has never spread with the hunting buddies about this time with Judy. We didn't want it to spread and my guess is because the men were all married they don't want it to spread either. They do wink to each other whenever they see each other at the cabin and always ask about her. Hunting Dawn When I was younger I remember having great fun and adventures at my aunt and uncle's smallholding, or I suppose these days, they'd call it a town farm. There were about 4 maybe 5 acres of land and they raised mainly chickens, for the egg sales. They had a couple of pigs whose offspring more often than not ended on the dinner table or in smoked sausage for neighbours, friends and family. My Uncle Stan (Stanislaw) was a large bloke, very fit and very strong, my Aunt Biruta was a stereotypical farmer's wife, large, fitter than my uncle was and equally strong. She was also a woman with earthy needs and desires which in later years caused me some personal embarrassment. They also had two daughters, my cousins, who couldn't have been less alike if they had been born to different parents. Magda would obviously grow to be a tall, strong woman both in physical appearance and emotional and practical ideas. Hannah would be an artist. She would go to university and become a famous writer or musician or professor. Magda would stay home and inherit the farm and also inherit a strong and solid, dependable husband from the son of her grandfather's best friend. Hannah would be ascetic and driven by her art; unable to maintain a relationship with anyone for more than a few years, she would be famous and lonely. All that was in the future, as it happens, an alternate future, because things never did work out as they were predicted. But this is all neither here nor there. This is about the time I spent at the farm, learning about birth, death and sex. Especially the sex. This was to be my last summer at the farm. Next year I would be working, behind a desk for 7 hours a day peering at typewritten reports and ruining my eyesight. At the end of that summer I'd vowed to spend at least 2 weeks every year, helping my Aunt and Uncle on the farm and, as I saw it, Magda and whatever husband they bound her to when she took over. I supposed that it was the best way to keep in touch with my upbringing and keep me moderately healthy. Two weeks a year. Yeah, right. The sex life of farm animals happens mainly in the spring, I suppose so that the offspring start their lives in the warmth of summer or early autumn. Both Magda and Hannah had been born in the month of June so it looks like the procreative sex lives of farmers is a matter of natural husbandry too. The recreational sex lives of farmers (at least the few that I know) is something else altogether. Birth, death and sex are a natural and almost daily occurrence on farms. When I was beginning to show an interest in procreation, "Where do the baby chicks come from?" and being given the answer, I remember being quite stunned that the eggs that were a part of 2 or 3 meal of the day would be chickens if we didn't eat them. Smiles and laughter greeted this naivety and a detailed explanation of fertile and non-fertile eggs was delivered to calm my childish outrage. Looking back now I can see how kind my Aunt and Uncle were when they didn't point out the fact that the chicken I was also eating at the time was one I had probably seen picking and pecking in the yard just the day before. The next inevitable question, after discovering the method for divining which eggs were fertile (labour intensive and using a very bright light) was "How do you know when to look for fertile eggs?" After more laughter and rolled eyes between my cousins I was given the simple explanation "When the cock isn't caged." The cock (as I later learned) was never caged. Over that summer I learned a great deal about husbandry and the word sex. Rutting, covering, tupping, laying and other innocuous sounding words were used to describe the act of impregnation or fertilisation. Magda and Hannah simply used the words 'having sex'. I quickly found out, after using the phrase at the dinner table, that 'having sex' was what people did, not animals. Magda, Hannah and I continued to use the forbidden phrase when no one else could hear, and of course I asked if they could show me when it happened. They said that when it was time they would take me to visit another farm to see some really good action. That wouldn't be for months, but it would be very educational. Their friend's farm was a dairy farm and come spring they were expanding and buying in some heifers, which would need to calve before they could produce. On questioning they explained each unfamiliar word with equally unfamiliar words, which I must never, ever repeat in front of my Aunt and Uncle. Naturally, because I was so looking forward to it, I missed the whole thing. The first time I managed to get away that year was in late spring to be told that it had all happened the week before. The long face that I proceeded to wear caused Aunt Biruta to comment on the way out to the chicken house "Cheer up." She clucked in her farmer's wife voice, pulling me into her bosom (which immediately wiped away the disappointment) "It might never happen." "It already has." I mumbled into the folds of her apron-covered chest. Magda and Hannah giggled at this watching my obvious pleasure (and I must add no little embarrassment) at being enfolded between those pillows. Aunt Biruta placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back to look into my face "What did you say?" "It already has." And seeing the humorous expression on her daughter's faces she pulled my head once again into that generous bust and crooned, "There there. There there," whilst shimmying her middle-aged shoulders to deeply ensconce my cheeks between each breast. Then, laughing and at the same time pushing my unwilling frame away she called out to her husband "I'm collecting eggs." And marched swiftly out of the door. Magda and Hannah looked at each other with questions asked and answered in their faces. "Let's go outside." Suggested Hannah. "Yes. We'll tell you all about what happened and you can just use your imagination." Agreed Magda. Intent on either teasing or embarrassing me further, Hannah continued "Yes, we'll describe it in tiny detail; how the cows just stood there munching grass while the bull mounted them." "And that time when he took ages to get his pizzle up." Magda chipped in. "And Helena had to reach under..." "and point it herself..." "and then she had to use her other hand too..." "because it was so big..." "and then nearly getting trapped between them." At which point they burst into laughter, whether at the imagined scene or my reddening face I couldn't tell, as they turned to leave. We three followed Aunt Biruta from the house, walking single file along the path towards the gated hedge, which led to the farmyard where the chickens ran, and the two dogs played tag and the circular tail-chasing game that most dogs seem to be ridiculously fond of. Being the last in line I contented myself with watching Magda's swaying skirt and her sashaying arse. Not all women have the right arse to be able to sashay in my opinion. But Magda did. When Magda wore jeans I was often hard put to not just stand and gaze at her arse. It was large, slightly out of proportion; I suppose it gave her what women called a pear shape. In jeans her hips came to points on either side making her arse appear even larger, especially since her thighs tapered considerably on their downward journey to knee and calf. And just a fraction below, a line drawn between those pointed hips; the seat curved dramatically inwards to the tops of the back of her thighs, making a very definite, and to me perfect, statement. "This is an arse." I'm told this is a shape that women hate. I love it. An arse that shape is just so grabbable. Once through the gate we made our way towards the open field behind another hedge, taller and much thicker than the garden hedge. This was where once a lone horse, long gone, used to gallop and cavort. Aunt Biruta sailed her stately bulk towards the hen house to collect eggs (or so I believed). The grassed field was now a very large play area, which sloped slightly from one far end to the other, an almost perfect gradient, ready for heavy snow and a home-made wooden sledge with trimmed metal runners to glide smoothly and eventually at neck breaking speed to crash fall into the thicket which confined the lower perimeter. This field was the soccer pitch, tennis court, rounders square, bulldog field, badminton court, cricket pitch, "May I" length and athletics stadium of our (and many local kids) inexhaustible youth, as long as the horse was tethered or in the barn-now-chicken shed. Approaching the massively overgrown barrier that separated the field from the yard, being a step or three behind the chattering sisters, I failed to catch on when they suddenly lengthened their gait into a running stride as they turned the corner behind the hedge. It was the first time in many years that the three of us ran the ritual race to the Blackberry patch at the top of the field. This was the trial that would establish the pecking order. When I did breast the gap the child I thought I'd outgrown was shocked awake and cried "Hey. Unfair." And I began to run, knowing I couldn't catch up on the cheaters, smiling hugely, arms pumping. Whoever reached the fruit first would pick the first game. Magda and Hannah were laughing loudly and couldn't concentrate on their breathing, which they needed to do if they wanted to win this race, they were also holding hands in the past tradition indicating a joint choice of game when their turn came, but now I realised I could catch and overtake them easily, long before the end of the race. Then I noticed too, that the intervening years had given me motive to be second as usual. Heavier thighs, more rounded arses a very definite jiggle, which was absent those few years earlier. A stronger motive, memory, anticipation, conjecture and the intervening years suddenly gave me a quicker pace and a certain hardening of something other than resolve. The end of the field rose sharply a metre or two in height and the same length forward. To top this rise almost always involved keeping your balance by touching your hands to the floor and taking two or three canter steps on all fours. To someone with the uphill vantage point this ungainly posture would be, as Feargal Sharkey sang, A Teenage Dream (so hard to beat). My imagination was filled with swaying breasts seen from uphill, young spring-healed cleavage open to my heightened gaze, even the promise of barely glimpsed, rose-red nipples, whilst my sight was filled meantime, and drawing closer, with swiftly sashaying buttocks, and strong running thighs. Naturally, chasing two simultaneous dreams I was brought, quite literally, to earth with a nose cracking bang, face first into soft (ish) muck and sweet grass. Now, the apparently humorous thing about this is that if you're unconscious, with a hard member lying beneath you, and you somehow contrive to fall just so, then you're arse will stick in the air. If you then become semi-conscious and attempt to ease this situation then it looks for all the world, like your trying to fuck mother-earth. Or so I'm told. There is one advantage to being in pain and semi-conscious, as long as your libido is powerful enough to ignore the sensory overload. Whilst appearing to be drunk you also get the bonus of solicitous sympathy, not afforded to the inebriated, and the un-tutted, wholesale, ignoring of wilful fingers, again, not afforded the inebriated. So this is the picture that we three presented to Aunt Biruta and Uncle Stan. Two, healthy farm girls almost dragging a barely aware, lank youth across the yard. Said youth could be seen to be attempting to walk in three simultaneous directions with crooked arms, about athletic shoulders and hands firmly placed on full, round, separate bosoms. Apart from the exquisite pain gripping my entire face and the fact that I simply was not able to place one foot anywhere near, let alone in front of, the other and the dull throbbing emanating from below my waist I thought I was in heaven. As Magda and Hannah lifted me bodily to my feet, taking each wrist in a firm grasp and draping my arms over their shoulders my open palms fell naturally across each of their breasts. This brought me to a semblance of wakefulness, to grasp almost immediately the good fortune of breaking both my nose and my cock. There was definitely something wrong with that sentence, but try as I might I couldn't work out what. Our uneven and outré progress plus the sister's grip on my wrists, forced the palms of my hands into sliding, silky contact with their respective womanly charms. To my utter surprise and with silent, hearty thanks I felt first Hannah's and then Magda's nipples grow beneath my unaware ministering. Contriving to mis-step took no effort at all and I instinctively gripped my fingers around each breast to halt my fall. With a great effort of will, ignoring the pain, and concentrating solely on the flesh beneath my fingers, in steady alternating rhythm I played joyfully with their tits. Hannah's breast was full and firm, larger than my hand could span, whilst Magda's was still conical and without need of foundation or bra, not that either sister wore such, much to my delight. As we crossed the yard towards the chicken house I began to hallucinate, first of all my twin pillars of support began speaking in tongues. "Ohtyets" and "Maht" and "Vstro". Then I began with the visual hallucinations and saw a giant hen come almost galloping out of the wooden structure, seeming to pulling at its skirt and clucking "Gde? Gde? Shto etta?". So now I started giggling at this huge chicken, clucking and fussing until I saw the bear emerge. Pulling up his trousers and calm as you like, it walked right up to me and stared me in the face. As I slowly began to recognise Aunt Biruta and Uncle Stan I also began to realise that I was holding tightly onto their daughter's breasts in plain view of their large, now laughing parents. The blood drained from my face as the strength left my fingers, leaving my hands to dangle and cowards that they were, me to face the music. I was never sure if they actually saw anything unusual in our grouping but what happened next led me to suspect that at least Uncle Stan did. "Ach, is nothing" growled Stan peering closely at my throbbing nose, then continued "bring him into the kitchen Biruta." At which my Aunt scooped me from the floor and clutched me to her bosom, I once again lost consciousness. Seconds later as I came to, looking past Aunt Biruta's left ear, I was greeted with the vision of Hannah and Magda with their arms about each other's shoulders. They were turned slightly towards each other and seemed to be each slightly swinging their upper bodies so that their breasts touched and rubbed, touched and rubbed with each movement. Transfixed as I was, I failed to notice until we crossed the threshold of the kitchen that my hand had somehow covered my Aunt's now heaving breast and my treacherous fingers were gently flitting across a hardened nipple. I glanced swiftly at her profile to see a grin slowly fade from her face as I ceased this intrusive attention. With great care I was placed on a wooden kitchen chair and instructed to hold my head back. I gazed at the yellowed peeling emulsion and smoke blackened beams, creating faces and animals in the whorls and textures as I listened to the sound of running water from the tap at the deep, square, porcelain sink. Uncle Stan returned and I noticed he was carrying his toolbox, bristling with hammer handles, hacksaw blades and screwdrivers, a veritable D.I.Y hedgehog. My slowing pulse quickened apace when he told his wife; "Light is no good, bring him to window." At which Aunt Biruta unceremoniously tipped back the stout wooden chair onto two legs and scraped it towards the light. "Cold water. Cold," instructed my Uncle, "keep swelling down." Against the sound of the once more running tap I heard the ominous portent of tools being hefted and tested, the dead clunk of a discarded hammer, the bright 'clack, clack' of pincer jaws snapping together. A very sudden wetness on my face shocked me and a very soft heaviness resting upon my shoulder thrilled me with realisation. Above the cold flannel I let my gaze flicker across the planes and angles of Aunt Biruta's smiling face. She was not a classically beautiful woman, she had whatever it is that gives a person that 'Slavic' look, pale complexion, heavy, parenthetical black eyebrows, and rosy 'farmer's wife' cheeks which served to accentuate the eastern Europe cheekbones, no, not beautiful but definitely the most handsome woman I knew. Now, with that reverie, I was aware of the still stiff cock, somehow bent inside my jeans, broken and throbbing with a mixture of adrenaline, the uncomfortable position it was somehow bent into and longing. The pressure from my Aunt's breast into my shoulder and neck now became heavier as I felt her lean slightly forward to rest the angle of her chin on my forehead as she scrutinised the tented crotch of my jeans. Bending her head to rest her lips on the fringe of my hair and looking deeply into my eyes she whispered "Nose is not only thing broken, no?" The sound of metal screeching on metal and my Uncle's voice "BASTA'" made me almost turn my head in his direction, but Aunt Biruta held me in a firm vice of hard and soft flesh so that I could only see from the corner of my eyes and watch him throw down a flat bladed screwdriver to rush suddenly to the sink behind the two of us. Aunt Biruta's voice whispered again above the sloosh of the cold tap "We fix this easily." Then her free hand was darting into the waistband of my jeans to deftly take a warm grip of my erection and with swift and tender suddenness straightened my bent dick and pulled it firmly into a more comfortable place to rest pointing upwards on my belly. "There, there, " she crooned "is ok? You like this?" she asked my forehead, "is nice. No?" And for the seeming eternity of seconds until the water from the tap was stopped she gently kneaded my cock in her strong hand. I could only gasp and swallow blood. "Let me see." Said Uncle Stan as he pushed his hip into his wife to nudge her to the side. "Take away cloth. Let dog see rabbit." He ordered. As he placed his strong fingers to my nose, a bright blue electrical tape sticking-plaster adorning the thumb, I gasped and my eyes shot to Aunt Biruta for some sort of solace, she smiled and very slowly and deliberately licked her tongue across the palm of her hand. "Is hurt?" asked Uncle Stan, seeing my eyes widen. I could only gurgle a faint negative. "Ok." He boomed "Now we see what to do." His long arm reached across my body to the table where he had laid out an assortment of tools. He passed each one across my gaze to examine it closely, to dismiss each one with a grunted comment of disgust. Tin snips: "Too sharp." Tongs: "Too big." Pliers: "No strength. Pincers: "This for nail in foot." Until eventually "Ah ha." He cried and began clacking together a pair of round mouth pliers across my face and dangerously close to my nose. All the while the fingers of his free hand had been gently making circuits the length and breadth of my nose with exquisite tenderness, then he looked into my eyes. "Afraid? Not need be afraid. Will hurt yes. But not so much as when you break him. Is good that you afraid. Adrenaline rush. Self administered anaesthetic. Hold him Biruta." My Aunt laid a palm across my forehead and pressed firmly then she placed another hand on my belly and did the same, only more so. "Wait, wait. Need cover in case of blood." Urged Uncle Stan as he fled quickly from view to return with a plastic tablecloth which he draped across my chest and legs whereupon Aunt Biruta's lower hand became lower still when she slid her fingers once again into the waistband of my jeans. Hunting Dawn "Now." Warned my Uncle as he placed two fingers on the bridge of my nose and began clacking those pliers once more. "Will hurt." then he made as if to grip my nose between the metal jaws of the pliers and before I could squeeze my eyes shut two things happened simultaneously at either end of my body. Aunt Biruta's fist closed tightly about my cock and Uncle Stan's fingers slid firmly and solidly down the length of my nose. I felt a sharp crack of disjointed bone fall into place, and just as I lost consciousness I felt the deep abiding sensation of orgasm grip my stomach and spread, rippling, down through my groin and heavy testicles to erupt in strong gasping spurts of semen onto my belly and the hand that held my stiff cock. * * * I woke to the sound of the cockerel heralding the dawn with bright voice and bold temerity. The darkness of a star-speckled night plastered the glass of the bedroom window. Then I heard distant female laughter brought through the partially opened window by a soft visiting breeze. I rose from the bed and made bleary eyes focus through the moon shot shadows to bring my shin sharply and painfully against a chair leg. Hopping with comedic abandon I finally knelt on the padded seat of the chair, resting before the window, and squinted into the farmyard to see what I could see. Swift departing, rain shredded clouds, revealed a gibbous moon to paint a forlorn and sodden, empty landscape, holding nothing but secretive shadows and gently swaying hedges. Not a hen, not a pig, neither sniffing dog nor sinuous cat made way on that scene. So who was laughing with such girlish glee? And there, in the field, beyond the hedge: a dancing, prancing, skipping and laughing apparition of silvered skin and flowing hair. A nymph. A naked goddess. Incongruously heavily thighed and fleet footed, sowing tinkling laughter on the wind. I flirted with the idea of joining her nakedness with my own but try as I might I could not tear my eyes from the scene. So I knelt and stared as Magda stopped and knelt to pluck a flower from the ground at her knees to press it to her face and wash herself with morning dew and then deliberately and oh so very slowly laid her white body down on the wet grass and rolled once, twice and three times from back to belly from side to glistening side. Then she sat and raised her face to the sky, one leg bent at the knee and stiff arms supporting her shoulders to moon-bathe in the fleeing darkness. She was Ariadne pining for her lost home. She was the earth-mother dressed in dew. Gaia. From the corner of my eye I thought I glimpsed another ghost but as I looked it was gone. Of course, where there is Magda there will be Hannah. When I looked back Magda was crouched low to the ground, on the balls of her feet, balancing upper body on long fingers deep in the grass. Her chest was heaving. Those small breasts with stiff teats at attention shimmering as they rose and fell from the shadow of her hair. Like a suddenly disturbed grazing animal Magda's head was slowly turning, eyes fixed on soft movement as the muscles through her legs and arms taughtened from unspoken command to effect flight from fancied danger. She was watching something close to the intervening hedge moving from below the gap, up field but downwind. Where the hedge began to thin I could also see white skin, moving slowly, languorously, showing by its movement both guile and affected innocence, radiating through its gait: No danger. No danger. Spellbound, I followed this silver-wrapped wraith as closely as did Magda, anticipating with held breath its appearance at the gate-gap in the leafy wall... And there. Hannah, glorious in mud spattered bare skin, whooshed the air from my pent lungs, pole-axing me with naked beauty. I longed to be mud. Her slow pace came to a halt as one dangling arm lifted its hand to the leaves before her, to pluck and taste and feel the dew on her bare skin. Making lazy circles about her hanging breast with the broad leaf, she let her head fall backwards as she appeared to luxuriate in the texture and wetness of its caress. I wished that my fingers were that leaf. Flicking my eyes to the bent form of Magda, who had begun to warily lower herself to the bare earth once more, I flinched as she tensed every muscle and raised herself for a life saving sprint. Frowning, I looked again at Hannah, whose languor had altered, subtly but decisively and was, by increments, coiling muscles tightly to mirror her pray. Pray! She was stalking Magda. The night had transformed these two sisters into hunter and pray. Magda was the hunted and Hannah was Diana. Shorn of weapons and dressed only in moonlight (oh to be moonlight) she must rely on craft and guile to chase down her target. Breathing abated as my heart thuttered transfixed by these creatures and the promised race. I began to sing softly: Hannah, walking in beauty, like the night Hannah, soft as the early morning light Nothing I do, brings me to you Hannah, let me love you The words froze as Magda hurtled from the ground, crashing her feet to dig into wet greenery and drive her forward, away, muscles sliding beneath firm thighs and wide buttocks, small breasts straining against gravity and taught young skin, hair a wild streaming pennant. But before her second step had fallen Hannah was three strides into a ravenous sprint, with lithe and athletic grace consuming distance with apparent ease, her heavier breasts jouncing wildly. Before her sister had covered ten metres Hannah was literally flying through the brightening air in a running dive to smash shoulder to cheeks with her fleeing sister, bringing them laughing, snarling and shrieking into unavoidable collision with the dark ground. Now it was a battle of strength. They wrestled, naked on the floor, elbows gouging earth, toes spreading grass sods and knees pressing advantage into soft mud. Then sudden stillness, except for heaving lungs and swelling chests, as Hannah, astride her sister-pray, staring hungrily into her eyes, claimed her prize, which Magda readily acknowledged by baring her throat. Raising pinking arms in victory to salute whatever earthly gods there were, and what they may have witnessed Hannah then bent very slowly forward to sink her teeth into that willing flesh. With dew wet, mud wet skin, Hannah began to undulate from her firm buttocks along the length of her spine to slide caressingly across her sister's body as arms and legs moved to encircle and enfold her. Flicking lank hair from her eyes, Hannah struck to impale Magda's pale lips and mouth with her tongue to which Magda responded with a passion. "YOSSEEP?" Aunt Biruta's voice tore through my living dream, I turned my head at the sound and after listening a short while, turned back in anticipation of the climax to that wild animal erotic drama to be played in the open field... but they were gone. The kitchen door cast a yellow pathway into the garden as Uncle Stan emerged with a steel bucket in hand, trudging towards the yard. "Stanislaw." I heard Aunt Biruta's voice again. "Zavtrak vee 10 minootach." And Uncle Stan's receding voice called back "Yo, Yo, Yo. Svinee ptanya." I fell once more to scanning the field and farmyard for any further sign of moonlit dreams when I heard a heavy tread on the stairs and Aunt Biruta's voice softly calling "Yossip? Yossip? You still sleep Yossip?" At which I flung myself under the bedclothes managing to bang my already painful shin again, this time on the steel bedframe. And for some unknown reason, (shame? fear? No one even knew I was awake, much less watching my cousins wrestling naked in the night) I closed my eyes and feigned sleep. I would definitely have to keep my vow. Song: Hannah (Dewar/Isadore/Trower)from the Album Twice Removed From Yesterday. Hunting Dead Man's Hill Hedge Johnson's boots crunched and slipped noisily through the snow covered stubble field. There was not an animal within five miles that had not heard him coming. But yet, he clutched the trusty 12 gauge shotgun to his chest ready in hopes that some wayward covey of quail, deaf pheasant or brain damaged chucker would suddenly spring up in front of his sights in willing submission to Hedge's hunting prowess. Over on the next hillock, Hedge could see his hunting partner, Bert Ryman. Bert seemed to move in a stealthy way that Hedge had tried year after year to emulate. Even dressed in his bright orange coveralls and cap, Bert had the uncanny ability to fade into his surroundings in a way that surprised even the late, great hunter, Bart Farnsworth, from over in Dog Hollow. "Now Bart Farnsworth, there was a hunter," thought Hedge with a kind of respectful reverence that only a seasoned sportsman could manage. Hedge had heard wild tales of Bart's exploits. It was even said Bart once tripped over a log while deer hunting up around Rim Rock Canyon. When he hit the ground, his trusty Winchester discharged and not only nailed a 10-point buck right square between the eyes, but also picked off two jackrabbits and a barn owl in the bargain. The only thing even slightly similar that ever happened to Hedge was the morning he slipped on the ice getting into Bert's pickup truck to go goose hunting. When his gun discharged, Bert was shot in the right buttock with a load of double O Buckshot. "I suppose that's why Bert always hunts on the next hill far away from me. And why he limps a little from time to time," mused Hedge. As he came to the end of the stubble field, Hedge turned towards Bert and trudged toward the waiting truck. As yet Hedge had not fired a single round. He had heard a number of shots coming from Bert's direction and was glad to see two lovely pheasants hanging from Bert's belt. "Damn good thing we didn't get skunked," yelled Hedge. "Yep. Sure is," answered Bert. "Ya know. I heard the pheasants are thicker'n fleas on a hound dog over at Parker's cornfield, Bert." "Yeah. I heard that too," said Bert rubbing his chin in thoughtful interest. "Good long way over there though. Halfway across the county from here." "Yep. Take us maybe an hour to get over there," remarked Hedge checking his watch. "Sure be a shame to leave those fine eating birds out there for some old road-hunting, city folks," mused Bert. "Now that would be a blame waste. Maybe even a crime against humanity," Hedge thought out loud. The two men jumped in Bert's pickup and pulled out on the icy county road heading west. Bert gunned the big block engine knowing that their quarry could be massacred by city folk at any moment. Worse yet, they could hunt like Hedge and scare the birds into the next state. The two drove for over an hour and finally started up Dead Man's Hill. Now, this hill was known throughout the county as an evil place. It was said thousands had lost their lives coming down that hill. If the stories were right, an equal number had died going up that hill too. It was said the hill claimed victims even in the middle of summer on dry pavement. Folks around Dunghill County avoided the Hill whenever possible. But this was the only way to the Parker Farm. At the top of Dead Man's Hill the pickup turned into the Parker farm having survived another trip up that hill. Ned Parker was chopping wood in front of the woodshed with Billy, his oldest son. Some folks here abouts said Billy weren't quite right in the head. But Hedge knew different. Why, many a time, Hedge had carried on deep philosophical conversations with the boy while fishing down along the Trask River. The conversations sometimes lasted for hours, although the boy never really seemed to say anything. But Hedge knew this was just the boy's way of careful thinking and hanging on every pearl of wisdom that rolled off Hedge's tongue. Secretly, Hedge liked fishing with Billy. This kid was the only fisherman in the county worse than he was. Hedge always felt fishingly heroic when he dragged in his stringer with a four-inch catfish and an occasional lamprey. You could not eat either one, of course, but they were trophy fish just the same. Hedge leaned out the window as the truck stopped in front of the woodshed. "Hey, Ned. How's the hunting in yer back corn field? Seen any city folk out and about?" "Hiya, Hedge and Bert. Nope. Ain't seen nobody. Billy here was out hunting that field early this morning. Never seen a single bird over there," answered Ned. "Aw shucks," said Bert. "We heard there was hunerds of um over there." "Nope. The Vonda kids were over there hunting a couple days ago. You know how they are. Sounded like a damn war. I bet they shot off a thousand rounds that day. They musta killed everything in sight. Still can't find my old dog, Blue. They may a shot and ate him too," Ned said conversationally. Hedge looked at Bert. Both shook their heads. "Well, I guess it's time to quit for the day anyway," Hedge said sadly. Waving good bye to Ned, Bert backed the truck around and headed back out onto the icy county road. Before them loomed Dead Man's Hill. Bert stopped the truck in the middle of the road. "We could take the long way around, Hedge." "That's forty miles out of our way. It'll be dark before we get back. Just go on ahead. We done the Hill lots of times, Bert." Bert pondered their possible fates before shifting the truck into Drive. The pickup crept forward slowly. Even at this speed the truck seemed to side slip on the ice. "Give her a little gas, Bert. It'll make it easier to handle," advised Hedge. Bert pressed down on the accelerator with a pressure of one quarter of an gram. The pickup shot forward. Bert stomped on the break. The pickup did not slow down at all, but began to fishtail wildly. Bert cranked the steering wheel like a man possessed. First, he cranked the wheel right, then left, then right again. Calmly, Hedge looked out through the windshield. For some reason the truck seemed to be moving sideways. "Hey, did you see that new Harvester Combine, Al Worthington has sitt'n next to his barn? Just caught a glimpse of it as we went by. And why are you driving sideways, Bert?" Hedge looked at Bert. What he saw was a man possessed. His lips were pulled back in a manic grin. Sweat poured off his face and dripped onto his orange coveralls. His hands gripped the steering wheel with such force his knuckles were white. And still he swung the steering wheel right and left frantically. Hedge looked back out the windshield again. It did seem rather odd. He found himself looking back up the Hill as the summit seemed to recede rapidly away from them. "Bert, you crazy guy," Hedge laughed. "Taking The Hill in reverse. Now that's takes guts, let me tell ya. That's what I like about you, man." Suddenly the pickup seemed to shudder for a moment then the rear end raised up in the air for a moment with a great thump followed a split second later by the front end bouncing over something too. "Hey, that thing lying in the road looks just like that heifer calf old Tom Samuels bought at the farm sale last week. Wonder what it's doing laying around out here?" There was no answer from Bert. As the pickup came to the bottom of the hill, they flew past Dunghill County Sheriff's Deputy Dalton Howell who was sitting in his patrol car drinking coffee from a tall Stanley thermos. The pickup must have been doing 85 or 90 miles per hour in reverse at that point. Hedge waved as they passed. Deputy Dalton stared at the pickup truck pointing north while heading south at something like twice the legal speed limit for about ten seconds. During that ten seconds his mind did cartwheels trying to figure out what in the world Bert and Hedge were doing shooting down Dead Man's Hill in the ice, why Hedge was grinning like an idiot and waving and how Bert ever got his pickup turned around to shoot the Hill backwards. It was about that time the pickup hit a thin spot on the ice and swung sideways again, taking out the sign at the side of the road for "Milt's Home Cooked Diner" over in the town of Lovett. "Milt's going to be mighty irritated about this," the Deputy thought as he started the patrol car's engine to give chase. There wasn't really any hurry to catch Bert and Hedge. If nothing else he would see them tonight at the weekly meeting of the Cotton Mouth Lodge Hunting and Fishing Society, but he did feel a certain sense of urgency, as now the pickup seemed to be spinning around in circles as it sped out of control down the road. So, Deputy Dalton followed at a leisurely fifty miles per hour as he watched the pickup take out a road marker, a Berma Shave advertisement (no big loss there) and swerve several times at the last minute to miss the ditch on both sides of the road. But then it occurred to Deputy Dalton that this could not go on forever. Just about a quarter mile ahead the road took a sharp right turn to miss Cleb Eaton's barn before it turned a sharp left and headed south again toward Fox Hollow. "It sure would be nice if they got that rig stopped by the time the reached the Eaton place," thought Deputy Dalton. Inside the pickup Hedge saw the sign for the sharp right turn. Just behind the sign stood Cleb Eaton's barn. Now that barn had been built by Cleb's grandfather way back in 1905, long before the county built a paved road out here. How the barn ended up in the middle of the right of way, is a question long pondered by the citizens of Dunghill County. But there it was rushing towards them at something in excess of thirty five miles per hour. Hedge looked over at Bert. The steering wheel was locked all the way to the right. Bert was standing on the breaks with both feet as the pickup slid, unfettered, over the icy road. "We're gonna hit," screamed Hedge just as the county sharp turn sign flew over the cab of the pickup. The truck continued on towards Cleb Eaton's barn. Chickens scattered in all directions to get out of the way. Deputy Dalton had turned on his red and blue flashing lights along with his siren. He turned on the lights and siren more because he liked them and never got to use it often enough in his opinion than any other reason. But the truck was moving much slower now that it was off the pavement. In fact, when the front end of the pickup touched the massive front door of the barn the vehicle stopped completely for about six seconds. That was when Deputy Dalton forgot, in the wild moment of chase, to slow down and rammed the rear of the pickup, sending it through the front door and crashing into a pile of hay stored inside. Old Cleb Eaton came sauntering out of the farmhouse muttering to himself. "Yep. Yep. Happens every year. Some damn fool has to try shooting the Hill and ends up in my barn." Deputy Dalton Howell climbed out of his patrol car to survey his dented fender while Bert and Hedge climbed out the windows of the pickup amid hay, straw, broken barn boards and a chicken or two who had just come around to investigate the noise. Deputy Dalton pulled his thick citation book from his hip pocket and began writing while he recited the numerous traffic infractions. "Let me see. Looks like speeding 85 in a 35 zone, destruction of private property, failure to control your vehicle, reckless endangerment and the murder of Tom Samuel's heifer calf... "that should do until we get you to court. I'm sure the Judge can come up with more violations." Hedge shuffled his feet. "Um did you hear, Dalton? The pheasants are thick as fleas on a hound dog over on Eli Harmon's back forty." "Really? When did you hear this?" asked Deputy Dalton rubbing his chin with interest. "Guy told me down at the Hubba Hubba Café last night. I hear they were slaying birds right and left over there." Deputy Dalton looked down at his citation book then tore off the page he'd been writing on, wadded it up and threw it away. "Hell. What we standing around her for? Let's go." All four (Bert, Hedge, Deputy Dalton and Old Cleb Eaton) hopped in the pickup and took off towards the Harmon place. Each had thoughts of a vast spread of trophy pheasants laid out in front of them. But then, isn't that the way it always is? Hunting Down Evil Bitches I'm going to be brutally honest here, folks. I hate bitches. I hate everything about them. They're wicked, evil and manipulative. They think that having a vagina grants them special rights. They ruin the lives of good men. They destroy entire families. They bring down whole organizations. They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pity any fool who gives away his love, his money or his trust to a bitch. What I really hate about bitches is their total lack of remorse and accountability for their actions when they are caught. A bitch will murder the smallest and most vulnerable members of the human community yet will not take responsibility for it or accept punishment for such actions. Bitches are worse than bastards. No doubt about it. The very worst bastard out there is infinitely better than the average bitch. When a bastard does something, no matter how wicked, there is a reason for it. Bitches do evil deeds for no reason whatsoever. They are pure evil. That's why I hate them. That's why I hunt them. There is this bitch who did a horrible thing down in Brazil. You see, this evil bitch went around shooting a whole bunch of people and then told the authorities that such actions were sanctioned by the Lord Himself. Can you believe that? I went down to Brazil on the mission. My mission was to take out this bitch. And I did it. I took a lot of pleasure in doing it too. I think you should enjoy the job that you do. Otherwise, what's the point of doing it? I traveled down to Buenos Aires and went to a hotel. In the eyes of the world, I was a tall, good-looking American businessman. Well, I am a businessman but hunting is my passion. The first thing I arranged for was to break this evil bitch out of jail. This bitch was a tall, attractive female with dark bronze skin and long black hair. The Brazilian media portrayed her as a good gal gone bad. They were seriously considering letting her spend only ten to fifteen years in jail. That's not justice if you ask me. So, as soon as she got broken out of jail, I began my hunt. It was not exactly hard. I tracked the bitch down in the woods and shot her in the head twice, just to be sure that she was dead. Yeah, she was dead. I incinerated the body and left Brazil five hours later. I returned to the United States. My next mission took me to South Africa, where some high-ranking black bitch who worked in politics had murdered her husband in his sleep and was being tried for it. The country looked upon this bitch favorably. They even wanted her to become the next great leader of their country. Why elect a murderess? There are plenty of good men who would make great presidents and they're not murderers. Oh, politicians might be crooks but most of them haven't committed murder. This bitch has killed an innocent man. There should be no escape from justice. I went into the building opposite the courtroom. And I waited for the bitch to exit the building. She was surrounded by a bunch of bastards and bitches who supported her. What a bunch of fools. They were showing support for an evil rotten bitch who had committed murder. If she had been a bastard instead of a bitch, she would have been convicted and executed a long time ago. See what I mean about vaginas granting bitches special rights in the eyes of society? I waited with my rifle. When I saw the bitch, I aimed and fired. I shot her twice, just between the eyes. The bitch fell dead. I smiled and got out of there as fast as I could. I left South Africa and then scoured the Internet looking for news of bitches who did evil deeds and were being treated leniently by society. I read something about a wealthy Greek heiress who massacred her best friends and their boyfriends. Now, why would she do a thing like that? The bitch had a lot of money. She didn't do it for the money. She did it because she was an evil bitch. And she wanted society to allow her to escape from justice because of what was between her legs. That's not justice if you ask me. That's pure gender bias. That's just not right. I bought myself a plane ticket to the Mediterranean islands the following week. I had some hunting to do. Some people might wonder why I do this. I mean, I once had a different life. There is such a thing as a calling. You know? A purpose. You have something that you are simply born to do and you cannot avoid it. I'm just doing what I know I must do, deep inside. Somebody has to hunt those who do evil deeds in this world in the interests of justice. Crime is really nothing new. Killers of both sexes are really nothing new. Yet the politicians and the courts allow criminals to get away with murder. That's just not right. Evil doers should not be allowed to escape from justice. I don't care what color they are, or what gender they are. Evil is evil. If you are a bastard or a bitch and you kill an innocent person, you deserve to be killed. The community where you live should sentence you to death. It's the only punishment that fits such a crime. Don't make excuses. Face your punishment. Otherwise, I'm coming for you. Hunting for a Master Claire sat at her desk day dreaming. It had been two weeks since she had gotten laid. It was all she could think about. It wasn't the longest she had ever gone without sex either but it was just that she needed sex. As a nineteen year old college student Claire had come into her sexual awakening during her freshman year. She hit the ground running and didn't look back, however after just breaking up with her boyfriend two weeks ago she needed to at least find someone to satisfy that void in her life. She so far had fulfilled every one of her fantasies to date, however in the past two weeks she started to come up with a long list of things that she wanted and wanted right now. Claire ran her fingers through her long black hair that contrasted her soft white skin. Like a long haired snow white she sat at her desk naked, after just finishing yet another masturbation session. She figured she would take a shower in a few minutes to try and cool off a little more. It was another hot Carolina day but she hadn't cared, she had needed the release. Her books still lay scattered, covered by her cloths, on the floor where she had tossed them. Her last boyfriend had bored her. He had been a sweet guy and an attentive lover but he wasn't open enough to all her fantasies. She would come up with a new idea everyday and most of the time her boyfriend would just go back to his normal routine. She knew what she really wanted. The problem was she didn't know weather she could have it, at least not from the person who she really wanted it from. She wanted to be dominated. It made her feel so dirty thinking about being made a slave, a puppet to be controlled by someone else, used for their pleasure and then disregarded. She thought about being forced to do things she would never do on her own, being tied up, held down, brought to the edge of orgasm and then made to beg for release. That was what she really desperately wanted. That in itself wouldn't be too hard to find. She had found that at her small liberal arts college the boys could be easily manipulated into doing her bidding. A flash of her perky 36-C breasts was all that she needed in order to bend them to her will. The only problem was that she wanted someone in particular, someone who would take a lot more effort, but in the end would be a far better master. Her ex-boyfriends room mate and good friend Brian. Brian and Claire had been good friends since before Claire had started dating David her ex; he had even played a part in fixing them up together. Claire had always thought that Brian had a rough hotness to him but at the time she was looking for a somewhat softer touch. Now though she wanted that rough edge that Brian seemed to give off. Brian was average in height if a little short. His short brown hair flowed into his full beard that he generally kept trimmed short. There were few people at the school who could actually pull off the full beard but he managed to do it nicely. Then there was his great ass too, Claire thought to herself. Claire decided that she would have to take her shower now before she had to get herself off again. She grabbed her towel and walked through the hall of her suite completely naked. She had stopped caring who saw her naked, at the beginning of the year she was incredibly shy about anyone seeing any part of her body but her confidence had grown as her abilities to seduce men had increased. She and her room mate had even been on again off again lovers, but since Tori had gotten into a serious relationship Claire didn't get the attention that she once did from Claire. That was another motive for walking through the halls naked, she figured she might be able to seduce another one of her suitemates if she got them worked up enough. In truth she just liked the attention that she got. It felt good to be wanted. Claire hung her towel on the wall opposite the shower and turned on the water letting the old dorm buildings pipes warm up before she got in. She grabbed her shower things that sat on the counter and got in. The water felt good, washing away the sweat from her after class activities. She grabbed her body wash and started to lather it up. She loved having her skin slippery with the soap. She ran her hands all over her body, at first to spread the lather but then just because she liked the feeling of hands roaming her body. She slowly rinsed the suds off of her body watching the soap and water trickle down her shoulders, between her perfect breasts, down her flat stomach, and finally down her long sexy legs into the drain. Next she grabbed her shampoo and started to massage her jet black hair. Even massaging her scalp felt sensual to her. She breathed heavily as though she were being pleasured. She washed the shampoo out of her hair and then the conditioner. Finally she started to lather up her legs with shaving cream. She didn't really need to shave but she was a compulsive shaver, she loved having smooth sexy legs. She worked the razor up her leg carefully balancing her leg on the ledge of the shower. As she was standing the hot water was periodically running right over her clit. It felt so good, like a hot tongue washing over her pussy. She had to resist the temptation to get off again, she wanted to stay horny for tonight, she wanted to be taken advantage of by Brian. Claire quickly finished up her shower by shaving her pussy completely bare. She got out and wrapped her towel around her waist and walked back into her room to dry off. The air felt good against her wet skin as she sat in her chair naked and started to talk to people online to see what was going on tonight, and more importantly where Brain would be. After some expert investigative work, Claire managed to figure out that Brian and his girlfriend Alison were going out to one of the fraternity parties. Claire was apprehensions about stealing another woman's man but it wasn't enough to keep her from wanting it. Alison wasn't one of her best friends but she was close enough to feel guilty for actively plotting to seduce her boyfriend. In the end she justified that she was friends with Brian first and knowing Brian they would eventually break up anyway so she probably wouldn't have stayed very good friends. Claire now stood in front of her closet trying to figure out what to wear. She wanted to get wasted tonight; she knew that much, so she would have to wear the sluttiest thing possible so she could get her alcohol for free. She picked out a short skirt and low cut tank top both black. She put on a hot pink bra that was slightly bigger than her tank top so it would be clearly visible. She debated on weather or not to put on underwear but decided against it. She finished the outfit off with high heels and a belly chain of big silver rings. She took a look in the mirror. She looked like a total whore. Strangely she liked it. She had even had a few fantasies about being a prostitute but she was too scared that she would get some disease or get stabbed by some crazy person. After putting on her make up, she went out the door, a girl on a mission. After stopping by some friends places to pick people up and pregame they made their way to the frats around 11:00. There was only one house having a party tonight so it was packed with people. Claire wedged her way into the party squeezing between drunken sorority girls and frat boys. She made her way out to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing with one of the more attractive looking boys there. She had no intention of doing anything but using this buffoon to get free shots but if she was going to grind up against someone she figured he might as well be semi attractive. She was already fairly buzzed from the drinks she had had with her friends earlier so she started to get very provocative with her movements. Her new friend's hands found their way quickly from her waist to her ass. He squeezed her ass roughly, obviously already wasted. She just kept dancing grinding her thigh into his. She could feel he was already hard. She was glad that she wasn't planning on hooking up with this guy as he wasn't very well endowed at all. The song ended and he tried to pull her in close to kiss her. She stopped him and asked him to get her a few shots. Like a lap dog he agreed and hurried off behind the bar. She followed him over to watch him pour her drinks. She wasn't about to end up drugged and unable to seduce her real target tonight. After a few shots of vodka and two Jaeger bombs Claire was now totally drunk. She continued to dance with the frat boy until she spotted Brian and Alison dancing off toward the porch. Claire had to think really quickly as to how she was going ditch her frat boy. It only took a moment in her drunken state to conceive her plan. "I'll be right back I just have to use the bathroom. You wait right here ok?" There was only a slight groan from the frat boy as he stared straight down Claire's shirt. She went into the bathroom and waited a few minutes. After she was satisfied that she had waited long enough she left and headed over to Brian and Alison. She ran up and grabbed Brian by the arm. "Oh my god I'm so happy to see you," she said happy and drunkenly. Then she gave a big hug to Alison "Hey how are you two?" "Great." Alison answered, "How are you doing? I heard about the break up with David." "Yeah I'm alright, I feel kinda bad but it'll all be better in the end." "Well if you need anything let me know, ok?" "Actually could I borrow Brian for a dance, this frat boy has been bothering me all night but I think if he sees me with another guy he'll lay off. Do you mind?" Claire's heart was pounding this could be the perfect excuse. "Go for it, I need to go out and have a smoke anyway you go ahead and take him, just remember he's only on loan." Brian just laughed. He was obviously drunk but not falling over or stumbling at all. "Is it ok with you?" Claire asked worried that she might be asking him to betray his friend, although that was in fact her real plan. "Yeah bud, anything for you." He winked and grabbed her hand to lead her out onto the dance floor. Claire was so happy. They started off dancing normally, close but nothing too provocative. Claire figured she would at least have to initiate this part of the night, otherwise he would never make the leap into the fantasy she was dying to have fulfilled. Very slowly she worked her hands down his back and grabbed the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him in close to her, she started to rub her leg up against his. He took the cue and started to grind a little bit with her. Claire turned around so she could grind her ass up against him. Brian put his hands on her hips and started to pull her closer grinding against her ass hard. Claire was pleased that Brian was much bigger than the frat boy. She was so horny she couldn't stand it. She leaned into him and moved her head so he could have a full view of her perfect tits. His eyes went right for it and Claire closed her eyes so Brian could get a good, long, hard look. She flexed her ass muscles a little to toy with his hard cock. This was so hot. "Hey!" A voice came over the loud base of the hip hop music. They both stopped dancing. It was the frat boy who she had been dancing with earlier. This was not what she wanted. The frat boy was pissed. He was working his way out into the middle of the dance floor pushing people out of the way. "Is this your friend from before?" Brian whispered into Claire's ear. Claire could only nod as the 6'4" 240 lbs frat boy approached her and her 5'8" 150 lbs friend. She saw disaster written all over this. "What the hell are you doing with my girl?" The big frat boy stuttered. "Your girl? She doesn't belong to anyone dude and if she did it wouldn't be a popped collar douche bag like you?" Brian pulled her closer. "Slut." The frat boy pushed Claire down on the ground hard. Claire didn't even believe what was happening. The now enormous looking frat brother started coming toward her. Brian jumped in between his friend and the huge guy before him. "You get the hell out of my way you little piece of shit." Brian didn't even respond. He just stood there staring up into the face of the pissed off monster before him. Claire couldn't believe it. Brian was defending her. It was kind of a turn on. She had never liked guys acting all macho before but it was hot to know that her friend was willing to stand up to someone like this in spite of the fact it looked like he was giving up a hundred pounds to this asshole. "Move!" he yelled again. "Leave her alone asshole." "Fuck you." He swung a fist at Brian's head. Claire screamed but Brian managed to duck the punch. In one swift movement he grabbed one of the frat guy's legs and pushed him over onto the ground smacking his head. Claire couldn't believe it. He got ontop of him and pinned him to the ground. "Your lucky you piece of shit that I know your drunk cause if I have to do this again I'll stomp your fucking throat in." Brian got up and helped Claire to her feet. Claire was covered in beer and dirt from the floor. Her tank top strap was broken and she was holding it up. They both walked out to find Alison. The frat boy just lay on the ground nursing his head half knocked out from beer and the blow itself. "Oh my god what happened?" Alison rushed over to Claire tossing what remained of her cigarette to the ground. "Are you alright?" "That asshole frat guy pushed her. I should have reacted quicker but I didn't see it coming." "No Brian stopped him from doing anything else. He was going to beat me up I'm sure of it. Sick Fuck!" Claire screamed back toward the house. "Do you want us to walk you back to your room?" Alison asked. "No you guys stay here and have fun, I'm just not in the mood for this anymore." "Well I'm going to walk her home Alison and then I'll come back and we'll go do something ok?" "Yeah that's fine babe. Give me a call if you need anything ok?" 'Sure thing." Claire couldn't believe it. She was now being walked home by the very person she had wanted to take her home in the first place. It might turn out to be a good night after all. Brian held her close to him as they walked partially because she had broken a heel and was having trouble walking from being drunk anyway. She was happy to be close to him being in his arms. He walked with her all the way into her room. She sat down at her desk letting her tank top fall down to expose her bra. "Thank you so much for everything Brian." She hadn't realized how drunk she still was until she started talking. "No problem that guy was an ass hole. You let me know if he gives you anymore trouble ok?" She caught him staring at her breasts. She opened her legs a bit so that he could get a slight view of her bare shaven pussy. "Do you think Alison would mind if you slept on my foton tonight? I just don't want to be alone." "Sure just lemme go outside and call her to let her know I'm not coming back and make sure that she gets home safe ok?" He left the room and Claire sat there in the chair. She didn't know what to do. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was covered in dirt and smelt like beer. She felt like a total skank but on some level she liked it. The ripped tank top hanging down, the skirt showing a little of her pussy, she felt like a slave being depraved for her master. After a few minutes Brian came back in. He told her that Alison had found a ride home with a sober friend and that she said if Claire needed a girl to talk to that Alison would have her phone on all night. "I feel like shit." Claire said as she spread her legs a little wider resting her elbows on her knees and putting her face into her hands. "Why?" "Because of everything that happened. I feel like it's my fault." Brain sat on the futon and glared at Claire's pussy. "Well you were dressed a little over the top tonight. I mean it doesn't make up for that guy being a total dick but if you didn't dress like a total slut tonight things might have been different. I mean you don't normally dress like that, at least not when you were with David." "I know but part of me likes the attention." She paused and looked up at him as he tried to move his eyes away from her bare pussy without her noticing. "Part of me wants to be a slut." Brian just sat there not responding. She could tell he had a hardon from the bulge in his jeans. "Part of me wants to be used for someone's pleasure like a slave." Her eyes never left his. "I just need someone strong to be my master." Brian looked at her. She could tell he wanted it, wanted to take control, wanted to use her for his own fantasies. She just needed to come out and say it now, the one simple request that would put him on the spot. "Would you be my master Brian? I mean maybe just for tonight, since you already rescued me I should repay you somehow." Brian started to say something about Alison as he got up from the futon but Claire fell to her knees in front of Brian. "No one has to know. They'll only know if you want it, everything will be how you want it." His hand was on the door knob but he didn't turn it. Instead he slid the bolt into place locking the room. Claire almost cam just hearing the lock. She had no idea what was in store for her, what kind of acts she would be performing but that was exactly what she wanted. "No one knows about this got it?" "Yes." "Yes what? For the rest of the night you will address me as master you fucking slut." "Yes master." "You've been planning this for a while haven't you? Fucking your ex's best friend, his room mate. Well now you have him here and you're my little slave." Claire was already wet. Just him talking down to her turned her on. It was so erotic on her knees before her master being degraded. "Do you want me to clean myself up for you master?" "No, I think you deserve to be covered in dirt and smell like beer after all your manipulations. I do however want you to get some underwear on, a thong that matches that bra would be nice, and take off that torn tank top and slutty skirt." "Yes master." Claire obeyed her master diligently finding the sexiest pink g-string she had and sliding it on before taking off her skirt and tank top. "I want you to dance for me, like you were at the party. You want to be treated like a whore well we'll start with treating you like a stripper." "Yes master. Is there any music you would prefer master?" "Anything just be quick about it." She ran to her computer and put on a mix that she liked to have on when she had sex. All the songs were hip hop or R&B and she knew she could dance to them in a way that would please her new master. She started to dance in front of him rolling and rocking her hips, moving her hands all over her body. She looked him in the eyes and watched where his eyes were going over her body. "You don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you to." He said catching her watching him. "Yes master." She averted her eyes. Her pussy was throbbing begging to be touched. She started to snake her hands down her stomach to play with the top of her thong line. She traced it to the edge and then started to run her finger down toward her pussy. Just as she was about to hit her outer lips he stopped her. "No touching yourself unless I tell you too. If you do that again I'll have to punish you. You ask permission before you touch yourself is that understood?" "Yes master." The suspense was killing her she needed to be touched so badly. "You're here for my amusement slave, if your good then I'll allow you to finish yourself off but not before I've had my way with you. Now turn around and bend over so I can see your ass." She did as he asked. She put her hands on her knees and bent over her ass perfectly in his face. He leaned forward and looked at her perfectly round ass. It was a beautiful big ass that turned heads everywhere she went. She couldn't see what he was doing but she could feel his breath on her ass cheeks. Out of no where came a tremendous smack. Claire had been spanked before when having sex, she liked it when it was at the right time and in the general mood of the moment but it had always been rather light and playful. This was hard and it hurt, but she liked it. He slapped again, this time she let out a slight yelp. Hunting for a Master "You like that don't you?" "Yes master. I've been very bad I deserve your punishment." "Yes you have." Another harder spanking than before. She could even feel the different fingers on her ass after he had smacked her. "Come here and take off my shirt." She stood back up her ass was red from her spanking, her knees weak from putting her weight on them and from the excitement that her punishment had caused. She carefully lifted his shirt off, folded it and put it on the futon next to him. "Very good, your learning your place my little slut. I think for that I'll let you take off your bra." "Thank you master." She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples were already rock hard from all the spanking and the slightly cold room. "Now I want you to give me a lap dance. I want you to give me the best lap dance possible, and if I'm pleased I will reward you, but if not I'll have to punish you." "Yes master." She turned around and slowly sat her perfect, now red ass down on his lap. She ground her hips in a circle until she could feel his cock lined up with her ass crack perfectly. She then sat up and started to grind her hips up and down tightening her ass muscles around his hard dick dry humping him slowly. His hands came to her hips and he started to control how fast she was grinding, making her go faster and faster and then slowing her down. Her pussy was rubbing up against his cock and she could feel that her thong was now soaking wet. She slid down off of him and knelt in front of him on the floor. She ran her tits up and down his crotch rubbing them against his dick. Then she brought them up to his face and straddled his legs again. Her master grabbed her nipples with his teeth and sucked on them hard. She let out a soft cry half in pain half in pleasure, but as his teeth gave way to his soft tongue she was again in heaven. He rolled his tongue over her nipple and then nibbled on it. The mixture of pleasure and pain was intoxicating. She started grinding on him harder trying to get herself off but the song was over and he stopped her. "Did that please you master?" Claire said looking down at the floor remembering not to look her master in the face. "Yes slave you did please me. I want you to unbutton and unzip my jeans." Silently Claire obeyed her hands trembling with a mixture of desire and lust. "Now take out my dick. I want to give you your reward." She put her hand into his pants and grabbed his dick. It was hard as a rock and soaked with precum. Claire wondered if he was even more wet than she was. She pulled it out off his pants and then waited for her instructions. She was impressed, he wasn't as big as her last boyfriend but he was at least seven inches long. "Now as a reward for pleasing your master I'm going to let you please him some more. Your reward is that you get to suck on my dick. I know how much you've been dying to do that huh my little whore?" "Yes master thank you." She pulled her hair back a little so he could watch her while she took his cock in her mouth. She put just the head in at first licking off all the precum. She ran her tongue up and down the length of the shaft next getting it all nice and wet, then in one fluid motion took all seven inches into her mouth deep throating down to his balls. She stuck out her tongue with his cock deep in her throat and licked just above his balls. He moaned as she started to go up and down on his hard dick over and over again. He put his hands on her head and started to control her speed just like he had with her hips during the lap dance, faster and faster and then making her slow down to lick the tip. After a few minutes of changing speeds he stopped her. "You're a very good slave you know that? I think I'm going to give you a special treat, I'm going to fuck you like the slut that you are." "Oh thank you master," she said cock still right next to her face. "Get me a condom and put it on me, I don't know where a slut like you has been I don't want to catch anything." She quickly scrambled under her bed for her box of condoms. She had never wanted, no needed to be fucked so badly in her life. She pulled all the cloths she had tucked under the bed, bandannas and belts and things and searched for her condoms. Finally she found them and tore open one of the wrappers. She went back to her master who was now standing over her. She stayed on her knees and rolled the condom over his dick. "Now I want you to get up on the bed and lay on your back so that I can be standing while I fuck you." She jumped up and lay on the bed with her legs hanging over staring up at Brian as he stood there rock hard, his dick in his hand staring down on her. "I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you." He was no doubt enjoying his new roll as master. Alison didn't strike him as the type of person who would be into any type of role playing or any type of sex games at all. He was loving ever minute of this, Claire thought to herself. "Master please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me, I need you to fuck me so badly, please fuck me Master. You've made me so wet I need you to fill my pussy with that big hard dick." Her master did not say anything but Claire knew she had please him. He moved forward so that just the tip of his dick touched her lips. He was on fire. Her pussy was burning for it, she needed it so badly. He was teasing her, rubbing her clit with the tip of his cock. It felt so good. She wanted more than anything to just take her legs and push him inside of her but she couldn't, she couldn't betray her master. Then he thrust into her without warning, burring himself deep inside of her. She couldn't stand how good it felt. She started squirming back and forth as he thrust into her fucking her as hard as he could. She had never been fucked like this before, not ever her entire body felt like it was her clit, every movement filled with erotic sensation. She was going to cum after fucking for only three minutes. "Oh master, fuck me harder it feels so good." She screamed and moaned with ecstasy as he filled and emptied her pussy with each stroke. Just as she finished saying it he slowed down. No. Claire thought not again; not more teasing she needed to cum she couldn't take it any longer. "Did you just give me an order slave?" "No master." She hoped he would forget and keep fucking her. "Yes you did you told me what to do. You need to be punished." He pulled his dick out of her pussy. "I'm sorry master." Her pussy was throbbing so close to cumming she could feel it. She wanted nothing more than to just drive her fingers into her pussy and finish herself off. Brian took the condom off and discarded it. "Stand up and turn around." She did so without word. He pushed her back down so that she was bent over the bed. She knew what was coming, a hard slap to the ass. She was surprised when she felt the tip of his cock at her pussy again. He slowly pushed into her, no condom on. Claire had never had unprotected sex before. It was so dirty and so bad but she didn't care at this point, she just needed to get off somehow she didn't even care if he came inside of her. After a few strokes Brian stopped. He pulled out again his dick shining with her juices. She turned to see what he was doing but she couldn't see without her master knowing and punishing her further. Then she felt something. She felt the head of Brian's dick pushing against her ass hole. He was going to fuck her in the ass. She turned and looked at him, he caught her. It had been a reaction to what he had done she didn't even think, but now she was caught. "You really want to be punished don't you." Brian picked up two of the bandannas from the ground and tied Claire's hands behind her back and then tied the other around Claire's mouth. "Now you can look all you want so you can see what happens when you don't obey your master." He returned to her ass. Claire had never been fucked in the ass before, she had never even considered it but now she had no choice, she was a slave being used for her masters enjoyment. She felt her ass stretch as he pushed deeper and deeper into her ass hole. The pain again mixed with pleasure. He went slow at first but went faster and faster as time went on. Claire couldn't believe what was happening. She was tied up, naked, being fucked in the ass by her ex boyfriends room mate. Her master started fucking harder now, she could feel that he was getting ready to cum. She had never had someone cum inside of her before, not without a condom. She wanted to feel what it as like to have that hot cum deep inside of her. She was disappointed when he pulled out of her and made her kneel on the floor. He took the gag out of her mouth but left her hands tied up. "Finish with your mouth like the filthy slut that I know you are." She obeyed again taking his whole cock in her mouth and bobbing up and down as fast as she could. It only took a few seconds before he pulled out and started to jerk off into her mouth. The first shot of cum hit the back of her throat. It was hot and thick. The second strand landed on her tongue and was just as big as the first. She thought that he was done but he continued to cum on her tits and shoulders. She had never seen anyone cum that much before. She was covered in hot sticky sperm and she loved it. It was the most degrading thing that had ever happened to her and for some sick reason she couldn't explain she loved it. "Now," her master said as he sat back down on the futon cock still hard. "If you want to get off you better get on top of me and go before my dick gets soft again. Claire didn't waste anytime she was up and straddling her masters cock riding for all she was worth. She could feel her orgasm building from the moment he entered her again, she was like an animal bucking wildly on top of him until finally she couldn't hold on any longer. She went wild as she came harder than she ever had in her life. It was amazing. She swore that her orgasm lasted for minutes. When she came back down she was still on top of Brian his dick still inside of her. "Was that the kind of thing you were looking for Claire?" Brian said sweat dripping down his face. "Yes it was Master." "Good, now go to sleep because I'm going to want you to do it again in the morning slave." Brian untied his slave and let her clean herself up. She walked across the hallway to her shower, cum, beer and dirt still all over her body. Her suitemate Amy, who was coming out of the bathroom as she went in, stood shocked at the sight of the naked Claire walking covered in cum into the bathroom. Claire just smiled and said goodnight as if nothing were out of the ordinary, turned on the shower and jumped in. It was going to be a great weekend. Hunting For Bambi Jenni had come to LA about a year ago to make her name as an actress. She hadn’t worked for over two months, now, though. That was why she was wearing a too-tight yellow bikini and preparing to take yet another tray of drinks out to a bunch of drunk rich boys who weren’t much older than she was. She sighed and tried to readjust her panties but whichever way you looked at it (and those guys were looking pretty hard) the bikini briefs were too small, riding high between the symmetrical cheeks of her perfect ass. It was the twenty-first birthday party of billionaire Clay Robinson and he’d invited about a dozen of his closest male friends over and hired another dozen or so out-of-work models to serve them drinks. About half were blondes like Jenni. Most of them couldn’t believe their luck that they were getting paid $1,500 for one nights work. Just to wear a bikini, smile sweetly and wiggle their perfect little butts while serving drinks to assholes. As Jenni walked out of the kitchen to the pool area where most of the guys were standing, laughing and checking out the chicks, she had to admit who ever had hired the models had done a good job. These girls were amazing. There were black girls, Chinese girls, European girls and of course five or so blonde All-American girls, all in tiny bikinis, all in stiletto heels. Jenni was in awe. She hardly even admitted to herself that looking at those perfect bodies made her kind of horny. For some reason the fact that the girls treated her with even more contempt than the guys didn’t change that. They saw her as an unsophisticated hick just because she came from Arkansas and had a sweet, slow, country twang to her voice. They’d been talking behind her back and snubbing her all evening. She suspected, although she couldn’t be sure, that someone had switched her bikini for a smaller size. In her heart, though, Jenni couldn’t believe she was as pretty as the rest of them. At only 18 years old she still saw herself as the gawky, puppy-fat covered girl she’d been two or three years ago. But she was wrong. She’d changed. Her short blonde hair framed a face that was almost heart-shaped with wide-spaced green eyes and an incredibly innocent and charming smile. Her breasts were unusually large for such a slim frame and yet naturally pert and she had long, smooth bambi legs that took her up to almost 5’ 10’’. “Drink?” she smiled dazzlingly at a group of three guys. They grinned, rich and smug. “Sure, baby,” they purred, loving the fact that they could stare at her big tits, or down at her pussy, the cleft almost visible in her tight yellow briefs, and she wouldn’t say a thing about it. As far as they were concerned Clay Robinson had bought her to entertain them for the evening. They slid three martinis off her round silver tray and as she turned around she could feel their eyes watching her mostly bare ass sway on her high heels. She couldn’t help but find it a little humiliating. She’d had dreams of being a serious actress when she’d come to LA and now she was reduced to this. Still, she told herself, she was the one with power here. They could look but they couldn’t touch. She wiggled her ass a little more; kind of liking the fact that she was turning them on. Some of the girls here tonight would undoubtedly be taking another $1,000 here and there to suck a cock or let a guy fuck them. But not her. At that there was a loud handclap. Clay had clambered up on a table by the edge of the pool. He was swaying slightly and grinning broadly. On the table next to him was a large wooden chest. He was a short but stocky guy with very dark hair swept back, and bushy, sardonic eyebrows that gave him a devilish look. “OK guys,” he began. “This is the part that I think we’ve all been looking forward to. I think we’d all like to thank the lovely ladies who’ve been serving us. Now we’re going to play a game.” Some of the girls smiled, confused. They had no idea what was going on but the guys obviously did. Clay looked around the room at the women and felt flushed with power. These were some amazing fucking bitches and as far as he was concerned he’d bought them and he could have any one he wanted. First though they were going to have some fun. He reached into the chest and pulled out a gun – a long, sleek, black semi-automatic weapon. “See this,” he couldn’t stop smiling. “This is a gun with a difference,” he raised it his shoulder and fired against the brick wall of the house. There was an obedient squeal of excitement from some of the girls but the wall was just splattered with a neat circle of white paint. “We’re going to play a little game of paint-balling. Only, again, this is paintball with a difference.” Jenni put her tray down and folded her slim arms over her breasts. She didn’t like the expressions on the guys’ faces. They were all excited, some of them looked a little guilty, but many of them had got sadistic, horny smirks on their faces. “This game,” Clay continued, “is called ‘Hunting For Bambi’. It was invented by some pussies who didn’t have the balls to go through with it and called it a hoax but we’re doin’ it for real. It’s pretty simple. All the guys get issued with a gun. The girls run off into the park and the guys have to shoot them. Depending on what part of the body they get hit,” he smirked, “they have to do a little forfeit.” Some of the girls were still smiling sweetly, confused, but the smarter ones were shaking their heads. “No way,” Candi, a tall, large breasted black girl in a red bikini was saying. “I am not doing that. That was not in the job description.” Clay just shrugged. “I’m going to start giving out the guns now. If you stay here you get shot up pretty bad for certain. Your only chance to save your pretty little asses is to make a run for it. Any girl who makes it back here without getting hit after 20 minutes gets $10,000.” “No way, no way,” Jenni muttered under her breath. That was impossible. The grounds of the house were pretty big but to stay out of their way for 20 minutes, on stiletto heels, would be impossible. And didn’t these paint-ball things hurt like hell if they hit you? As if reading her mind Clay continued. “One other thing. We’ve been nice to you, the guns aren’t quite full power, but even so you really don’t want to get hit in the eye in the eye with one of these things. Any girl who wants a pair of goggles, and I strongly suggest you do want a pair of goggles, queue here now and I’ll hand them out. I’ve also got sneakers so you can run a little faster. We start firing in two minutes so if I were you I’d get my sweet ass over here pronto.” The girls stared in disbelief. “What if we refuse?” a beautiful, slender Chinese girl asked. “If we refuse, we get shot the hell up anyway!” Candi muttered reluctantly. “There’s one thing I didn’t mention,” Clay chuckled as his best friend Arron started handing out guns to the guys. “We have a rule in my house that girls are only allowed to wear three items, including shoes. If you want the goggles and the sneakers you’ll have to swap something else.” “You assholes!” Candi exclaimed. But she was a smart girl and it didn’t take her long to put her hands behind her back and unhook her bikini top, making her smooth tits bounce gently, her nipples hardening visibly as the evening air touched them. “Oh,” Clay added, handing her a pair of goggles, “the sneakers come with a pair of nice white ankle socks so if you want them you’ll have to take off your shoes and your bikini bottoms.” Jenni watched Candi’s humiliation in disbelief. The black girl had obviously decided that the best thing to do was play the guys at their game and somehow beat them. She crouched down and slid her red panties over her long, cocoa thighs and kicked them dismissively away before sitting on her large round ass and putting the white ankle socks, the sneakers and then the goggles on. She looked ridiculous, Jenni thought, naked but for clean white sneakers, pristine white ankle socks, and a pair of goggles. The white of the shoes contrasted with her dark skin, the round ass and big tits just a little lighter, her shaved pussy revealing the pink of her lips. Still, the black girl stood tall and proud, even though the guys were laughing at her humiliation. Once again Jenni ignored a strange throbbing sensation coming from her pussy. “OK,” Clay laughed, “once you’ve got your goggles and your sneakers you can start running. We start chasing soon as the last girl’s out the door.” Candi ran for it, her black ass wobbling as she made for the gate that led out of the yard and into the acres of park that surrounded the house. At that the rest of the girls suddenly woke up. They formed an undignified scrum in front of Clay, tearing off their bikinis and standing jiggling up and down in front of him, trying to attract his attention, literally begging him to turn their way. Jenni stumbled as she tried to get there and ended up right at the back. She kicked off the shoes first, feeling the cool concrete of the yard beneath her red painted toes. Then she slowly unhooked the bikini top and then slid the bottoms down her thighs. There was no good hurrying because there were too many naked girls in front of her. Clay was in heaven. He looked from pair of tits to pair of tits. He wasn’t listening as the girls begged, pleaded, cajoled or raged. He just looked at the round pink circles of their mouths and imagined his cock sliding in and out. He looked down at their pussies, mostly shaved into a narrow strip but some entirely bare and chuckled to himself again. This was the best birthday party ever. “Girls who are on their knees get the gear first,” he ordered. As he’d expected they all dropped to their knees and begged. The silly bitches thought that if they got enough running time the guys might shoot up the stragglers and let them get away. Jenni was the slowest to kneel and for the first time he got a really good look at her. Even naked there was something sweet and naïve about her face. He ran his eyes over her body, taking in the tits that were a little too big for such a sweet looking girl; the pierced belly button with the gold stud that she’d had done when she moved to LA because she thought it would make her less of a hick, the thin strip of blonde hair at her pussy and her long, perfect legs. He looked up and just for a second he made contact with her clear, innocent green eyes and then she dropped to her knees and he felt his cock twitch in his blue denim. One by one the girls, naked but for the white sneakers, ankle socks and goggles ran out of the gate until only Jenni remained on her knees in front of Clay and the rest of the guys who were by now preparing their guns with the balls of paint. She blushed furiously as she sat down and pulled on the white sneakers. Somehow wearing these was even more degrading than being naked but she knew she had to hurry now, they were about to start shooting. As she scrambled to her feet Clay caught a glimpse of her pussy as it spread open for a second and then she was away, her white ass jiggling as she ran out the gate. “That,” he informed the guys around him, “is the bitch I really wanna screw.” It was cooler out in the open air. Jenni felt the night air between her legs as she ran. In front of her she could see naked asses scattering, panicked, in every direction. Behind her she heard the guys counting. “Ten. . .nine. . .eight. . .” She turned. She was going to get it for sure. Why hadn’t she swallowed her pride and stripped off when Candi did? Most of the girls were running as fast as they could but out of the corner of her eye she saw the big old tree just next door to the pool complex. Back inside the guys could hardly contain their excitement. “Seven. . .six. . .five. . .four. . .three. . .two. . .one!” With a wild cry they shook their guns in the air and sprinted outside. The only girl visible was just disappearing over a ridge towards some trees in the distance. Clay whooped and followed her. “Remember the rules guys! You get a hit on the chick, doesn’t matter where it is, you bring her back to base. We’ll check out the hits later!” He saw the girl glance behind her in fear as he came for her but she was slow. “It’s the French chick!” he whooped. “Watch me take her out!” It was Elise, a cute, dark haired little wannabe popstar from Paris. She’d been flirting like hell all day, asking them if they wanted her to sing one of her dumb songs. Now she’ll fucking sing. He raised his gun, aimed at her naked ass, fired and heard her squeal in a distinctly French accent. They got closer and closer and ran her down as she stumbled in exhaustion. Clay could see he’d missed. Too high. The middle of her back was spattered with white paint. She turned and looked at him her eyes shining with tears, her arms modestly spread over her high, perky tits. “That stung!” she squealed indignantly. “Arron!” Clay ordered, “take her back.” Arron slung her over his shoulder, her sneaker-clad feet pounding against his broad back, her naked tits pressed against his shoulder. They ran down girl after girl like that. Some of them took hits on their tits as they tried to hide or beg for mercy, some on their backs like Elise, but most on their smooth thighs or, more often, their bare asses, making them howl. Each time they were carried, squealing, back to the pool. At last only Candi and Jenni were left. “Where are those fucking bitches?” Clay swore. Then he saw a faint movement in some undergrowth up ahead. “There’s one!” Arron cried. At that Candi broke from cover like a startled fawn and ran. Clay raised his gun, fired and saw her squeal in pain. Even more gratifyingly he saw her fingers go in between her legs to feel her ass. “Bullseye!” he roared. All of the guys ran towards her and they saw that the paintball had hit her right in the centre of her asshole. “Just one left now,” said Arron. “Fuck that,” said Clay. “I want this bitch now.” He stood over her, her naked brown body writhing in the dirt. “You bastard!” she swore. “Look at that!” he laughed, “the paint’s gone all the way from her asshole to her pussy!” It was true. He threw her over his shoulder and the guys following could see her a circle of white paint from the very top of her thighs over her pink pussy lips and the centre of her asshole. Meanwhile Jenni was quivering halfway up the old tree. She’d seen the other girls brought back one by one with humiliating white stains on their tanned, naked bodies. She felt the rough bark pressing hard against her nipples. There was a hot, throbbing sensation between her thighs, tightly gripping the smooth thick branch that she was sitting on. She was appalled at what was happening but it was only when she saw Candi carried back, like a newly captured slave, over Clay’s shoulders, that she had to admit to herself that she was incredibly turned on. The first girl to have to pay a forfeit was Elise. Against the wall of the house the guys had stuck a crude picture of a woman with a target over it. On different parts of the target it said ‘blowjob’ ‘titjob’ ‘pussy’ ‘ass’. Elise had been hit on the middle of her back. This apparently meant she had to take a cock in her mouth. “You can have her,” Clay generously said to Arron. Arron grinned broadly and put one huge hand on the top of Elise’s head and forced her, with a tiny whimper, on to her knees. “I’ve heard French bitches know how to suck dick. Is that true?” Arron demanded. “Fuck you!” she yelped but he grabbed her by her dark hair and pulled her pretty face towards his fat, stumpy cock. “Lick my dick,” he ordered and, after a brief humiliated pause, she did, her pink tongue darting out and running up and down the length of his stem, her cheeks bright red with shame. “You like the taste of American cock?” he crowed. “Suck that cock baby!” Her face screwed up but she knew what she had to do. Her warm mouth opened and slid over the head, making it so wet that he felt a tiny bead of saliva slide down into his pubes. Then she formed her bee-stung lips into a tight seal and began bobbing her head rapidly up and down, up and down, so that the sensations got so strong he had to put his hands on her bare shoulders for balance. Jenni watched in disbelief as Arron’s ass began jerking as he fucked her mouth and Elise just took it, naked on her knees, while the rest of the guys looked on and laughed. When he came he let her swallow the first shot before pulling out to make the rest of the jism splatter her face as she closed her eyes in humiliation. Clay loved watching cum shots. He looked down at Candi, who was now trying to sit up and wipe paint from her pussy. He savoured the moment then stepped over one of her long, naked legs and kicked them apart at the knee so that she was spread in front of him. Then, like a triumphant general claiming his prize, he put one size-twelve, booted foot on her pussy and dragged it slowly back and forth. “You like that bitch?” he taunted. “You are one fucking sexy negress.” In the tree Jenni started with shock. Had he really called the black girl ‘negress?’ She used to hear her grandaddy use words like that but Candi was a modern girl. There was no way she was going to put up with being spoken to that way. Of all the girls Candi had been the ring-leader, the most aggressive and dismissive of Jenni. Jenni clung tightly to the tree, shifting her weight so the bark very gently rubbed her tits and the branch she was sitting on pressed into the pink cleft of her pussy. “How dare you!” Candi protested. But with her legs spread as wide as they would go, and with Clay’s boot on her pussy, her back arching so her tits pointed at the sky, all of the defiance seemed to have gone out of her. In answer Clay crouched down and grabbed her by each foot. Then, kneeling, he picked her feet up so that they were resting on his shoulders next to his face and her paint-splattered pussy was level with his crotch. “Oh you bastard,” she moaned. Clay saw her breathing quicken as he ran his hand down her silky thighs. She was already panting as his fingers got closer to her pussy. Then, casually and dismissively, he began flicking at her clit. “Uhhh,” she groaned. With the other hand he unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out. Candi stared at it with a mixture of fear and, Jenni could see, something else, too. It couldn’t be that the black girl was looking forward to being fucked like this could it? Not in front of everyone in that degrading position with her legs in the air? Clay teased her by rubbing the round head of his cock against her pussy and watched her visibly attempt to suppress her arousal. But she couldn’t. He alternated stroking her pussy with his cock and his fingers and she arched her back further, her big lips forming into an ‘Oh’ of sexual frustration. “You want to be fucked, don’t you you horny bitch?” he laughed. She shook her head violently back and forth and bit her lip. “You sure?” he carried on stroking her in little circles. “Fuck the bitch!” Arron encouraged. “Well,” Clay grinned. “I got her pussy and her asshole so I guess that gives me a choice of what I fuck.” “No!” Candi protested. For a second Jenni was confused. Then she saw Clay push Candi back another inch or so to reveal a little more of her ass. Oh my God, she realised, he’s going to sodomise her. Jenni couldn’t imagine anything more degrading for a woman. Almost unconsciously, though, she began slowly rubbing herself against the branch, feeling warm waves of pleasure spread from her moistening pussy right through her whole body. Clay pushed the head of his cock against Candi’s tight asshole and heard her whimper. “Please!” she cried timidly. “What’s that?” he grinned. “Please use lube.” “Hahaha!” he pushed his cock a little harder and felt her hole start to accept him. “Someone get me some butter!” he ordered. Hunting For Bambi Arron giggled and handed him half a pack of butter that was left over on the table just inside. Clay took a big scoop of it with his fingers and very deliberately rubbed it around his cock. Candi couldn’t stop staring, her mouth hanging open in fear and lust. With his cock greased up Clay took another scoop of butter and thrust first his index finger, and then two fingers, into her ass. It was tight and hot. He rubbed his fingers round and round in circles and Candi groaned again and arched her back further. Then he took his fingers out. “Tell you what Candi girl,” he grinned. “Ask me nicely and I’ll be real gentle with you.” “Please be gentle,” she begged. He took his cock in both hands and pressed it against her round hole. For a second it was stuck and then, with a slight pop, it pushed inside her making him instinctively moan. As Candi wriggled on the floor trying to get comfortable, his cock slid in further making her gasp again. Up in the tree Jenni was now panting herself as she rubbed herself backwards and forwards on the smooth branch, feeling waves of pleasure spreading up from her pussy through her belly to her tits and her neck and face which were flushed pink, her mouth open in ecstasy. She couldn’t believe that Clay was fucking that beautiful, haughty black girl in the ass. He’d totally dominated and humiliated her and she was just taking it, lying on her back with her knees bent, those long legs pointing at the sky. Clay could hardly contain himself as he felt his heavy balls slap against Candi’s ass but he spread her legs apart a little more with one hand and freed the other hand so he could rub her pussy too. He knew that she’d never forget it if he made her cum while taking her asshole in front of about twenty people. His cock slid in and out of her. Even with the butter it was a tight fit, the muscles of her anus gripping the stem of his cock. He grabbed her ankles tightly, making white marks in her brown skin and just fucked her and fucked her. Then, as he saw that she had her head thrown back and was moaning in more than just pain he stroked her clit a little harder and felt her whole body start to shake. They came at the same time, Candi squealing in shameful ecstasy, Clay grunting triumphantly as he spurted cum inside her ass. In the tree Jenni was now unselfconsciously riding that branch. Everything went quiet as Clay and Candi’s breathing subsided and Candi’s brown, magnificent body went limp. The black girl had never felt so degraded in all her life and yet she’d never cum so hard. Just as she was lying back with her head on the decking she heard a little feminine gasp. She opened her eyes, looked up and saw the naked white form of Jenni in the throes of orgasm up in the tree. She couldn’t believe it. “Clay. . .” she whispered viciously. . . .to be continued. Hunting for Mushrooms A couple of weeks ago, I meet with a friend I knew online to go mushroom hunting. We agreed to meet on an unpaved trail that leads into some woods in a nearby town. Before we went into the woods, we sat on the tailgate of my pickup, just chatting and smoking. You know, getting to know one another a little better. We finally felt comfortable enough with each other to venture into the woods. Walking slowly, side by side, we worked our way deeper in the forest. Sometimes she would lead, at others I would. Through it all, we kept up a light, easy conversation. Eventually we came to a small clearing where we sat down to rest for a while. Pretty soon, the talk turned sexual in nature as I asked her what it was she would like to do now. When she replied she would like to see me naked, I laughed and said, "OK." My heart was pounding when she offered to help me and then proceeded to unzip my jacket and slip it off my arms. I was sitting flat on the ground and she was on her knees in front of me. Our lips meet in the first kiss as her hands stroked my chest while our tongues danced together inside our mouths. Her fingers rolled my nipples, gently pinching them as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, moaning into her mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest as she kissed her way across my face to my neck. My breathing became harsher as her soft wet tongue delicately flicked in my ear, her hot moist breath following it. I groaned as her hands dropped from my chest into my lap. Grabbing my hard cock through my jeans and stroking it. "Do you want me to remove my pants, Brenda?" I stammered. The feeling of her tongue and breath in my ear was so incredible I almost couldn't think straight. "Please," she whispered in my ear. At that point, I would have faced a charging bear if she only asked! Removing my clothing should be simple, right? My hands were shaking so badly that Brenda had to help. I still can't believe how excited I was. It seems like it has been forever since I was that turned on by a woman I was actually going to have. The women on TV or in magazines don't count. The feeling of her warm, tight fist closing on my throbbing cock was incredible. I could do nothing but hold her tightly as she continued to stroke me with her hand as she nibbled lightly on my neck. Her teeth captured my earlobe and bite down as her tongue flicked it back and forth before gently releasing it with a kiss. Her tongue licked down my neck, teasing me as she moved lower and lower. She lifted my t-shirt up, exposing my chest to her wandering hands and mouth. I gasped as she bite down on my nipple, softly grinding it with her teeth. Her hot wet mouth then sucking on it, making it stand up like a hard red berry on my chest as her fingers caressed the other one. So slowly she kissed her way down my body as I lay back in the soft grass. Her broad flat tongue licking me with quick strokes as she slide further down my body. I held myself tense almost breathless with anticipation, waiting for that first touch of her hot tongue on my cock. I moaned loudly as she softly caressed my hard dick with her tongue. Her tight fist holding me straight up to allow her tongue full access to lick me, teasing. Her lips finally closed around me holding me so tightly as her tongue flicked the opening on the head of my cock. She quickly slide her wet hot mouth down me until I was buried in her mouth. The head of my cock was touching the back of her throat as my hands pressed her head tighter against me. I could feel her mouth vibrating around me as she moaned at the taste of my precum. I held her hair back as long as I could, wanting to see her mouth on me as well as feel it as she rocked her head faster and faster on me. As her tongue flicked back and forth under me, I could hold back no longer and shot my hot, salty cum into her mouth. I lay there, softly trembling as she swallowed my cum then continued to lick and caress me. It was as if she could not get enough of the taste. I could feel her warm lips kissing my thighs before gently biting down on me, being oh so careful not to leave marks I would have to explain to my family. Her long soft hair falling down around us, tickling my cock and balls as she nibbled on my thighs and my stomach. Gently I pushed her away and sat up. I brought my hands up to her breasts and began to massage them through her shirt. What a thrill as she arched her back, pressing her large tits into my hands. I could feel her nipples burning like hard little marbles through her layers of clothes and had to get a better look at them. I lifted her sweatshirt up, exposing a baby blue bra against her pale white skin. Her eyes were dark blue with passion as I glanced up into her face. "Very sexy, " I told her about her bra before bending my head and sucking on her nipple. Her moans of passion echoed through the forest as her back arched again, her body quivering with desire. What a thrill to feel a woman grow so quickly responsive in my arms. To feel her fingers grasping my head, trying to push more of her deeper into my mouth. I reached around her as she continued to tongue my neck and ear to unfasten her bra. Making a joke out of needing her help as I struggled to release the snaps while she tried to remember how many snaps there were. Finally, I got the last one to release and her tits were free. Moving my hands quickly back to the front, I pushed her bra up out of my way so that I was able to fully see her for the first time. Her tits were large and full with big dark pink nipples proudly sticking out, begging for my attention. Her head fell back as she arched into me, moaning softly as my teeth ground against her nipples. I could feel her trembling against me. My hand slide down her stomach to the button on her jeans, tugging on it with one hand, I finally got it to release. Then I slowly unzipped her pants, the sound of the metal teeth slipping apart ringing in my ears. I slipped my hand inside her pants, sliding directly to her pussy, as she wore no panties. I was amazed at how wet and hot she was just from my playing with her nipples. Quietly, I whispered to her "That really turns you on doesn't it? Having your nipples played with." Her voice was hoarse as she replied, "Yes" between moans as my finger began stroking her clit. Soon her hips were rocking to the rhythm set by my fingertips and I quickly stabbed a finger into her soaking wet pussy. Her pussy spasmed around me. I could not believe how tight she got around my finger. I withdrew my hand, asking her to touch herself while I watched. As one of her hands grasped mine that was leaving her pussy, she began to rub the clit with the other. I watched as she raised my hand to her mouth and began sucking my fingers clean of her juices. "You like the taste?" I asked her as her tongue curled around my finger, making sure she was getting it all. "Yes," she moaned, "it tastes so sweet." As she released my fingers from her mouth, I bent lower to watch her fingers play. With one hand she held herself open for me to watch as she continued rubbing her clit. Her moans soon turned to cries of delight as her body shuddered through an orgasm. I nervously glanced around, not wanting anyone to catch us naked in the woods. "Shhhhhhhhh," I whispered to her as I wrapped my arms around her, bring her head to my chest to lessen her noise. I held her against me as her body slowly stopped quivering. I noticed that her breathing was still very fast and soon she was trembling again. "Still have a handful?" I asked her. The only response was a moan as she quickly came again. I stroked her back, feeling her muscles bunching in her back as she rubs her clit even faster. Her hand slips down and grabs my wrist. Pulling my hand until I am touching her hot wet pussy. I can't believe how wet she was. I can feel her fingers rubbing her clit as she places my hand flat on her pussy. Her head is resting on my shoulder, my other arm around her, holding her tightly. Suddenly her pussy is throbbing against my hand, cum squirting out, flooding my palm. I tighten my grip around her, holding on tight as her body quakes. I can hear her moaning softly against my neck as she cums so hard for me. Slowly her breathing returns to normal as she rests against my shoulder. I bring my hands up to caress her nipples again. Her body is coated with a thin layer of sweat, drying in the cool breeze coming through the trees. It is just incredible how excited she got. Gently kissing we separate to get dressed again. Unfortunately our time has come to an end and it is time for us to return to the real world once more. But one day soon, I hope, we shall meet again for another stroll in the woods. Hunting for Prey Joe: "That day we went cruising for a bit. We had a general idea of where to go, but let the road lead us. It was a nice summer day, we had dinner, and drove on in the slowly fading light. Until we came at a small town, with a small roadside bar and motel. It looked a bit shabby but good enough to make that our hunting ground for the night. Jake parked the car near the motel, we walked to the reception and got ourselves a room for the night. I love those places, just pay cash, no questions asked. The rooms are not that clean usually, in a way that makes it even more down to earth." Jake: "Exactly, those motels are just perfect. When I parked the car Joe and Brian went to rent the room, leaving Steven and me to grab our bags. Not that we have much, we don't need much, mostly some toiletries. Including a good supply of quality condoms of course. We were there with a mission of course." Joe: "Sure we were. So we didn't linger, after checking out the place we went to the bar straight away. Jake, our top hunter, went first, the rest of us following a few minutes later. We didn't want to be seen as being together, that would spoil the fun. The bar had quite some customers. By no means full, yet nicely filled. That would definitely bring plenty of opportunities. It are of course also places where chicks will go to be hunted." Jake: "Sure, don't get that wrong. It takes two to tango. Without chicks allowing themselves to be picked up there is no such thing as a one night stand. And I happen to be quite good at picking them out and getting them interested, if I may say so." Joe: "He's good. Smooth talker, good looks, he's got what it takes. That's why we take him." Jake: "I'm not that good, just lucky. Anyway back to that night, that was a good one. I walked in the bar, and had a good look around. It was lively, many chicks walking there but most seemed to be attached. It was not very promising at the beginning. So I walked to the bar and got myself a beer, sat down and took it in for a while. Looking for someone to put up a chat with. After maybe ten minutes I saw the door opening, and a girl came in. Now did she turn some heads, she looked stunning. Asian looks, definitely. Round face, almond shaped eyes, long raven black hair loosely tied together at her back. She was petite, short and slim body. Dressed somewhat conservative as in not showing much skin, but what she did show was enough to get the imaginatino going. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and tight jeans, showing off all her curves nicely." Joe: "Oh yeah she looked hot. I didn't see her at first, but Steven who was facing the door alerted me. She had that whole air about her, a bit of arrogance maybe, strong self confidence, beautiful. I knew that Jake would at least try to hit on her, and would be really happy if he was successful. We watched her walk to the bar, enjoying the sway of her ass. I couldn't believe my eyes when she walked to the bar and sat down right next to Jake. She was making it easy on him, and then I knew we were in for a hot night." Jake: "Yes that was great. So hot a chick, and just giving me the opportunity to address her immediately. She beat me to that even. "Do you mind if I sit down here?" she asked. "Of course not. Please do sit down." "Oh thank you, I was afraid I was interrupting anything." "No you don't, the seat is free. Can I get you a drink?" I offered. She accepted and asked for some cocktail. I'm not an expert on cocktails, so can't remember what it was. She introduced herself as Kim, and we chatted a bit. A local girl, living and working in the nearby town. I bought her a few more drinks, and we had a good laugh. She was good to talk to. She was obviously on the hunt, too, as when I mentioned that I was just passing through she actually seemed to get even more interested in me. During our chat she touched me a few times, lightly. After a while I noticed that in a darker corner there was a corner bench available, and I invited her to move there to sit more comfortable. She readily agreed, we picked up our drinks and walked there. Then I realised how small she really was, well over a head shorter than me, she couldn't have been half my weight. She let me sit down first, and then moved in herself, sitting down on my lap. I was put off for a second, I didn't expect her to move that brazenly." Joe: "We saw that happen, we were rather surprised. You should still explain how you managed that." Jake: "I didn't do anything, it was all her initiative. I was her prey, quite interesting as usually it's the other way around. She had a great excuse, "You're so tall, and now I don't have to strain my neck looking up all the time." She really knows what she wants. I felt my dick harden in my pants, but it was hard to move around with her on my lap so it was rather constrained and not too comfortable. After moving a bit it got better. I saw her pretty face close by, she was really beautiful. Sitting on my lap I got an excuse to put my hand around her tiny waist, feeling the curvature of her ass in those tight jeans. We talked a bit, but I couldn't control myself too much longer and simply pulled her face closer to mine and kissed her. She immediately answered my kiss, grabbed my head and kissed back hard. We kissed for a few minutes, she's a good kisser, and then broke the kiss, both panting lightly. I could see the lust in her black eyes. "I've got a room in the motel next door," I said. "Let's go then," she answered. She got off my lap, and got up. Joe: "From our corner Steven, Brian and I watched them. We toasted already to Jake's success when he got her on his lap, but we were a bit taken by surprise by how fast it went. We saw them get up and leave the bar together. That was for us the signal to finish up our drinks, play a final round of cards, and some ten minutes later to get up as well and see how the action was shaping up. Of course the three of us had been checking out that chick big time, and we were really interested to see more of her." Jake: "After getting up we quickly walked out the door and to the motel. I led her too my room, and opened the door, leaving it unlocked when I closed it again. I switched on the lights, and she immediately hugged me, her arms around my neck. "What you waiting for?" she said, looking up to me. "Aren't you lusting after this body?" "Oh yes I am," I answered. I ran my hands over her face, her shoulders, down to her waist. "You look beautiful." I bent down to kiss her again, and in the meantime flipped my fingers under her shirt and started to pull it off. She started to unbutton my shirt, only stopping to allow me to pull her shirt over her head and to toss it aside. I saw her wearing a nice lace bra under it, the colour contrasting nicely with her olive skin. As she started to undo my belt, I started to open her pants, and pull them down. She was wearing matching panties. She pulled down my pants, taking my underwear with it in the process, leaving me fully naked and her in her underwear. She looked so hot. My hard and wanting cock pointing forward. She gently pushed me back to the bed, making me lie down on my back, my hard cock pointing up. She looked at me, looked at my cock, and looked happy with what she saw. She grabbed it in her tiny hands, she could barely grab around it. She was so small. She masturbated me a bit, and then tried to take me in her mouth. So hot, such a big dick in such a small mouth, it was unbelievable. She couldn't suck me really, I was just too big. "You're well prepared," she smiled when I passed her a condom.. She put it on me, then quickly removed her panties and straddled me. She sat down slowly. She was hot, she was wet, she was really really tight. She screamed when she took me in, thrusting her chest forward. I had barely touched her and she was so wet already, this girl was really incredibly horny. She slowly took me in deeper, she was so tight. I put my hands on her waist, guiding her. When she had me almost all the way in I pushed her down hard, pushing all the way down her pussy. She screamed loud when I did that, I saw her slightly distorted face, as if it hurt her. I held her down for a bit before I slowly started to move her up and down. She was so tiny, so light weight, I felt like I could do anything to her. And that pussy felt just great." Joe: "You were really moving fast that time." Jake: "I wasn't, she was!" Joe: "Still, it was going very fast. After you left we finished our drinks and slowly followed. Outside the room we could hear her screams and moans. We slowly opened the door a little bit, to peek in, and saw her sitting on Jake with her back to the door. Just perfect. She was still wearing her bra even, apparently couldn't wait getting her hot cunt filled." Jake: "I could see the door opening, and started to move her up and down my shaft. She screamed loud, eyes closed, she looked like she was enjoying it now. She started to take over the movement and was bobbing up and down slowly, and then I moved my hands up to unhook her bra and let it slip off her shoulders, revealing her tiny but cute tits. With big, light brown nipples. They were gorgeous." Joe: "Sure, she looked gorgeous all around." Jake: "I saw you guys watching the show. That's always a kicker, as I know that she doesn't know she's being watched, or what's in store for her. " Joe: laughs, "She'd find out soon enough, anyway." Jake: "Oh yes, she would. This girl was really a good fuck. I moved down my hands to her waist, helping her fucking me. She started to scream louder, and was fucking harder. She was obviously closing in to her orgasm, and so was I. I did all I could to hold back but with such a tight cunt there's not much a guy can do. The door slowly opened more, and I saw Steven walk in, followed by Joe and Brian. The closed and locked the door, then quietly walked behind the orgasmic girl, then Steven grabbed her tits from behind. Suddenly her eyes were wide open and she stiffened. Her pussy clenched around my dick, and she stopped moving. Expecting this I grabbed her waist, and starting fucking her hard. So tight, it took me mere seconds to start shooting my load. "What the fuck?" she screamed. "Get off of me!" Still pinned down firmly on my dick I said, "You're so hot, no way a single dick can satisfy you so I brought my friends." Joe: "This is always the best moment. When they realise they're going to get more than they bargained for. And this chick looked really hot, I watched Steven grab her from behind while she was sitting on Jake. The reaction on her face was just so good." Jake: "Oh yeah, the surprise, the horror, the anger. For a moment it seemed like she'd slap me. Luckily Steven grabbed her around her arms so she couldn't do much." Joe: "Brian and I didn't lose any time and got undressed in seconds. Both looking forward to this moment we were pretty hard already. It seemed Jake had cum by then, so he was spent for the time being, and she was all ours. She was so small and light, it was really easy to pull her of Jake's dick and put her down on her back on the bed. I grabbed a condom, put it on, and immediately started fucking her. I was horny too, not going to deny that, and was not going to wait when there's such a hot wet cunt to be fucked." Jake: "And you say I was moving fast!" Joe: "Well you did put up quite a show for us. Hard to hold back, I just had to have my dick inside of her. I saw Brian grabbing her hair, and stucking his dick in her face, fucking her mouth. It was wonderful. This bitch was really hot, I could tell, as quite soon she started to cooperate. No idea whether she actually liked it, or that it was just admitting defeat and making the best of it, who cares when it's a good fuck." Jake: laughs, "Their problem." Joe: "Exactly. Then Steven came to me and told me he also wanted some of the action. I pulled out and left her to him. He pulled her up with one hand, put her on her knees, and started pounding her doggy style. The bitch was moaning loudly now Brian's member was out of her mouth. A few minutes later and Steven was replaced by Brian. She didn't fight back or anything, she was rather cooperative even. I let Brian have her for a while, then I lay down on the bed, and pulled her on top of me, impaling her tight pussy. Brian may have left her pussy, but not the action. While I held her tiny body down on top of me he squirted some lube on her ass and then started to take her down her back door. She started to protest for real, now. " Jake: "After cumming myself I sat aside and watched my friends have her way with that hot little girl. In the beginning she indeed protested a bit but that was soon over, she was just such a horny bitch, obviously couldn't get enough of it. I saw Joe having her on top of him, holding her down, and just knew what was going to happen. Brian always loves ass fucking. And it's not often that he gets such a tight little ass to fuck, so that's what he was going to do. Having Joe inside of her at the same time only added to their pleasure. She stood no chance of doing anything about it. I saw her wiggle and scream and trying to push her way out of it. And then Brian simply started to slowly slide his dick in her rectum. Her eyes wide open, face distorted, she looked like she actually was in pain now." Joe: "She only got tighter when Brian entered her ass. Clamping down on me, I could feel him entering. Wonderful." Jake: "Soon enough Brian and Joe started to fuck her together, trying to find a rhythm. Brian added some more lube in the process, she was apparently really tight back there, then he started to slide in and out easier. I could tell both guys were enjoying themselves very much, they were moving faster and faster, it couldn't last much longer." Joe: "Indeed we didn't last long. Man this chick was tight. What a body, a really good fuck. Feeling Brian in her back door only made it better. I could tell she hurt a lot, well that's the price to pay for being such a hot slut. Brain and I were just enjoying her, seriously. I was the first to shoot my load, Brian didn't last much longer. It was really good, I came so hard, one of the best orgasms ever. I love such a tight pussy, and the sight of that lightly tinted slim and perfectly shaped body, it was just like in heaven. Shortly after we came Brian pulled out, after which I pushed her off of me. She was now lying on her back in between us, all three of us panting from the hard work. She looked relieved now we were out, but apparently forgot about Steven. She got only a few seconds rest before she was pulled down to the edge of the bed and Steven entered her. He fucked her really hard and fast, so fast I was expecting the smell of burning rubber." Jake: "No burning rubber, she was too wet for that I'm sure. She screamed so loud when Steven entered her, it was incredible. Her body thrashing around, seemingly reaching another orgasm on his pounding. Looking at her lithe body moving like that I couldn't help but getting hard again. I slowly started to stroke my dick, wanting to stay hard, looking for a second round with this hot creature. She was just made for sex. Sex, and nothing but. Beautiful and horny. I was stroking a bit faster, knowing I had cum already so wouldn't cum too fast. Some more stimulation felt good. The show was just wonderful. By the time I noticed Steven was reaching his climax I reached over for a fresh condom and as soon as he pulled out, I went for my encore. The look on her face as I entered her was so good. A combination of anger and lust, anger that I tricked her into being subjected to a gang bang, combined with the pure lust only a true sex animal can have. I wondered what she would say to me if I were to meet her again a week later. Would she come back for more?" Joe: "Actually not sure what to bet for but I think she would." Jake: "I'd have no problems for another night with that one, trust me. It's just usually not going to happen. So always have to make the most of it when you have them in your hands. So not caring much about what she thought about me I continued to pound her pussy. She screamed more, clinching her pussy around me, apparently having another orgasm. She looked like she was fighting it with all her might, not wanting to cum, not wanting to be wet, not wanting to be the sex animals she was. Maybe she was enjoying it, I don't care, I was enjoying her and my friends enjoyed her and that was all that I cared about. My second orgasm followed soon. Her pussy just felt so good, I couldn't control myself long and just shot my load in her. I slowly pulled out, she just remained lying on the bed. I noticed my friends had got dressed already, and started to collect my own clothes and got dressed, too. While dressing, I said, "Kim, you're great. That was a great night, thank you very much. We'll be on our way now. The room has been paid for already, you may stay here until tomorrow morning if you like. Thanks again, and goodbye." Leaving the room I heard her starting to sob a bit. Reality of what had happened to her obviously started to sink in. Oh well, that's her problem, we had our fun." Joe: "We walked back to the car, high-fiving each other. This was definitely one of the best nights we ever had. We congratulated Jake on his excellent insight in women and his mastery of seduction. Jake countered that this night he was not so sure who seduced who, no matter what, this bitch was hot. We got back in the car and drove off into the night, looking for another motel where we could check in and actually get some sleep." Jake: "And sleep it was indeed, that time. Good stuff." Joe: "Absolutely. Good stuff." Hunting Instruction Janis was a pleasant and easy woman to talk with. Her sharp wit and ever present smile made her blue eyes sparkle with laughter as she swapped one of the many funny stories or jokes we had shared over our years working together. She was also extremely easy on the eyes, her tall thin body and full breasts filling out her professional outfits enticingly. The memory of her in a quite revealing bikini at a friend's party made that enticement all the stronger. Over the years she had enjoyed coming by on Mondays and asking how my weekend had been; enjoying listening to me talk about the various boating, fishing or hunting trips I had been on. I love the outdoors, and had come to learn that Janis did as well. Her husband though was the type who felt like roughing it meant that the TV was something smaller than fifty inches. So she had to reign in her love of the outdoors, until recently that its. For years I had made it clear that any time she wanted to tag along for a fishing or boating trip, that she had a standing invitation. I was almost surprised when one Thursday in the late summer, she came and asked if the invitation was still open. I told her it was, and I was headed for a weekend of fishing at a lake a few hours away. I warned her we would be tent camping, and in return I got a huge smile. We agreed to meet after work Friday and leave from there. Friday afternoon came and she loaded her stuff into my truck and we took off for the drive to the lake, and an extremely enjoyable time, chatting and just generally having a good time. While we shared a tent, I was a good boy and kept my normally horny self in check, not wanting to spoil a very good friendship. Although I certainly did enjoy the thought of stripping her naked and fucking her gorgeous body silly, I behaved. She tested my resolve on Saturday afternoon, when the sun had started to bake us, stripping her shorts and t-shirt off, leaving her sitting in the boat with an incredibly tiny bikini between her and my view of all her charms. The white string bikini was little more than a few triangles of material barely covering her large voluptuous breasts and apparently mostly shaved pussy. After watching her put sun tan lotion on all the exposed parts, I was nearly ready to rip those few triangles off. But with much restraint, I didn't even when her fingers slipped inside her almost non-existent outfit to make sure everyplace was covered with lotion. She had made Saturday night difficult too. Sharing a tent in separate sleeping bags was one thing, but having her strip naked to change in the same tent, with me just facing the opposite wall was almost too much after the afternoon's exhibition. I had promised her I would behave myself, and with incredible effort, I didn't roll back and watch, no matter how much I wanted to, or how incredibly hard I got. I almost came in my shorts when I saw the shadow of her undressing on the tent wall, the shadow stark enough I could make out her protruding and obviously hard nipples when she pulled her shirt off and then skimmed her panties off, leaving the shadow, and her, completely naked only a few short feet from me. I never quite looked at her the same way at work again. Each time I saw her, I saw her standing in that tiny bikini, rubbing lotion on her breasts, slipping her fingers under the triangles of material to cover even her nipples in the lotion, or her shadow slipping the last of her clothes off in that tent. In some ways it was incredible torture, and in other, it just made the relationship we shared at work more interesting. The jokes and stories seemed to be slightly more off color and a bit racier. She had started wearing slightly shorter skirts instead of pants suits and there was one corner of my normally messy desk that was always cleared off where she liked to sit, one slim leg sticking out toward me, her heel hooked on the handle of the desk drawer for support. When she asked me to teach her to hunt I was glad that it generally required significantly heavier clothing. I wasn't at all sure that if I got her out in the woods dressed in nothing more than that bikini that I would be able to resist ripping it off and taking advantage of her. I spent the next few weekends teaching her to shoot one of my many rifles, taking her into the woods to scout and instruct her on how deer move, and why they move. I also showed her the places on my property that I had stands set up and why these tree stands and ground blinds were placed where they were. It had been an unseasonably warm and dry fall, with the temperatures occasionally soaring into the eighty's. For both of us this meant slimming down our outdoor wardrobe to t-shirts instead of sweatshirts and coveralls. Of course this would never work for actual hunting, but for scouting and teaching, it was quite adequate. Her attire also proved to be quite a view for me, as Janis went braless under her "wife beater" t-shirt on one particularly hot Saturday. Her large tits wiggling enticingly with each step, the thin material of the shirt showing more than I suspect she realized as it soaked with her sweat. Not that I was going to complain or even mention the fact that it was affording me a view even more revealing than her tiny bikini had. By the end of our final afternoon of checking stands and scouting the hot woods, her shirt was mostly translucent, her large pink areola and rock hard nipples fairly visible to me. Of course I was pretty sure she was enjoying the huge bulge in my shorts that required occasional readjustment. By the time we had driven back to town, her shirt had dried and once again was its normal opaque self, but the view it had afforded me was burned into my mind for enjoyment later that evening. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate directions for the last week before deer season started. Throughout the week she visited frequently, talking about the sign we had seen, the different stands I had set up and hopeful discussions about the weather report. She was frequently laughing and touching my arm as she sat on the corner of my desk, her stocking covered thighs tantalizingly close as I tried not to stare at them. All in all, if her intent was to tease the shit out of me sexually, she had done all the right things. Still, she was married and married women are still off the menu, especially married women at work! Friday night finally came and I picked her up at her house, along with her gear and the gun I had loaned her. She seemed genuinely excited as we loaded the gear into my truck and departed for the hour drive to the property. Having a camper set on the land makes life a lot easier on hunting morning, but it also means that you have to take care of a lot more stuff. Janis followed me around like a puppy dog as I got the gas turned on, the refrigerator and hot water heater lit, and food stashed in the refrigerator. A generator purred away outside the trailer, providing lights and other electric, although not enough to run the air conditioning, which wasn't a normal part of hunting season. Even at nine at night it was still over seventy degrees. It could prove to make hunting a bit more difficult. With everything finally in place, it was time to settle in and relax. I pulled the main bed out and inflated the air mattress on the bed where I normally slept. It was the only really comfortable bed in the camper, or more the point the only one that I fit into. The kitchen table could fold into a bed, but it was quite a bit shorter than I was, and the bunk bed over the main bed was, well to say the least, it was tight, with only a foot and a half clearance between the thin mattress and the ceiling. It was really only made for kids. "So where am I going to sleep," Janis asked as I blew up the mattress. "Well, I thought I would put you here, and I'd take the table bed." "That doesn't look like it would be big enough for you." She said, looking dubiously at the five foot long seating area. "Yeah, well I figure if I lay kitty corner I might fit." I said almost as a joke. "So you're saying I'm kicking you out of your bed?" "Oh, I don't know I would call it that." "I would. No, we're adults. This bed is more than large enough. I don't see why we can't just share it." "Uh. Janis. It's only a full size bed, and as you can see, the only access for the person toward the wall side is to climb in first or to crawl across the other person." "Yeah. We're big boys and girls. I would think we can manage, unless of course you think I have cooties or something." She laughed. "No." I said with a chuckle. "I would certainly not say you have cooties!" "Good, then its settled. You can get ready and climb into the back and then I'll get ready and take the front." She said as she walked toward the tiny bathroom in the back of the trailer. "I need to get rid of my makeup anyway." I shook my head and dug my running shorts out of my bag. While Janis was in the tiny bathroom, I quickly stripped down, standing in the only free space, and pulled in my shorts. If you have ever camped in an older style trailer, one without those fancy pull out sections, you know exactly how cramped they are. The free space, with the front sofa made out into a bed, is nothing more than the short aisle that leads from the front bunk to the bathroom and exit door. This space is only about two and a half feet wide and is flanked on one side by the kitchen appliances and counter, and on the other by the small kitchen table and booth type seating area. There is a curtain that can be pulled across the bunk area to provide some modicum of privacy to both the tenant of the upper and lower bunks and the bed space created in the small dining booth. How you would ever really get six people into the trailer at once is beyond me, but then I have never had to worry about that. Usually it is only me, and I use the upper bunk for storage of my hunting gear and guns. With the privacy curtain pulled as far as the edge of the entry into the bunk, the two and a half foot wide aisle, I crawled into the bunk and rolled across the six inch thick air mattress and flicked on the single light mounted to the bottom of the upper bunk. I had just settled in to wait for Janis to come back out when the tiny bathroom door opened. Janice walked toward the few steps it took to reach the bunk and commented on how cozy the tiny trailer was, as she tossed the shirt she had been wearing on the small kitchen table. She stood in the tiny aisle while she reached up onto the top bunk to dig in the duffel bag she had brought, the only part of her body visible to me being from her neck to her thighs. The view she was giving me as she lifted herself to her tip toes was incredible. She had removed her shirt in the bathroom and was naked above her waist except for her white lace bra. Through the material I could just make out bits and pieces of her pink areola, and her hard pink nipples made significant sized dimples in each of the lace cups. Her creamy white breasts looked like two large soft melons pressed together, the white bra holding them up and exposing almost all of the two facing creamy mound sides. Had I wanted to, I could have easily run my finger down from her neck, between her gorgeous breasts, and actually stroked a tiny bit of the bottom of each breast without touching her bra. I can't tell you how badly I wanted to actually reach out at that moment and make my finger take the tantalizing trip. As she stretched up and dug into her bag on the top bunk, her breasts wiggled and moved, working her nipples slowly toward complete exposure, both her large pink areola slipping partly into view as her nipples remained just barely covered by the edge of the material. Finally, and thankfully, she got what she was digging for from her bag and stepped back, flashing me a smile before she turned her back to me. I had expected her to retreat to the tiny bathroom again, but was surprised when she stopped next to the kitchen table after only one step. She set down what she had dug from her bag and quickly slipped the shoulder straps of the bra off her shoulders, pulling her arms from it. She twisted the bra around her body and unclipped the clasp, taking it off and leaving me looking at her completely naked back. My cock had risen to full staff, and I quickly adjusted myself to a less obvious position as she bent over and pushed her jeans down her legs. Her large breasts wiggled and swung slightly as she worked her jeans over her feet and pulled them off her legs, giving me quick little glimpses of their creamy roundness and even one quick peek at a profile of one hard nipple. I was torn between watching her naked breasts sway in and out of view, and her round firm panty covered tush, her cloth covered pussy pressing the material out at me as she bent once again to take her socks off. Finally, and again thankfully, she reached for what she had put on the table and pulled on a thigh length nightshirt. If she hadn't already teased me enough, I had to stifle a groan as she reached her thumbs up under the hem of the night shirt and slipped her panties off, tossing them onto the pile of clothes that she had created on the seat next to her. Turning she gathered up her clothes and stepped to the front of the bunk again to put her clothes into her bag, her shirt lifting as she did until the hem was only a few inches below what had to be her completely naked pussy. Having finished putting her clothes away, she smiled and crawled into the bunk next to me. "There, all set for bed!" She said cheerily as she lay down next to me. I did my best to hide my hardon as the thin material of her night shirt exposed the two mountains of her breasts with each hard nipple poking up against the material tantalizingly. I did my best not to stare, failing miserably as I lay propped up on one elbow. "Something wrong?" She asked, looking down at her shirt and pulling it tight, lifting the hem so she could look at its length. Had I been sitting at the other end of the bed I have no doubt I would have been treated to a view of her naked body from her tits to her toes. "Nope. Just looking at all the different smileys on it." I said, indicating the graphic that depicted all the common, and some not so common, yellow emoticons used by various texting programs. "Yeah, there are a few aren't there?" She said, lifting hem of the shirt up to let me see all of them. "Each one actually has the little characters you type to make that face." She said, removing her hand and pointing to one near her right breast. "See, this one uses an equals and an eight." "Yeah, there are a few I haven't ever seen before either." I said, looking at one near the bottom that was quite sexually oriented, and wishing I was slightly farther down the, which would have allowed me to see her naked pussy. "I think they made one or two of the more racy ones up. But it's still cute." She said laying it down and running her hands down her body to smooth it back out. "Yeah, it is definitely cute." I answered, wondering how I was going to get any sleep with her next to me dressed that way. "Well, I guess we should get some sleep then? What time are we getting up?" "I have the alarm set for five. Shouldn't take more than half an hour to get up and dressed and headed down there if you have your stuff organized." "Yeah, I don't think it will take me more than a few minutes jump into my hunting pants and shirt." She answered, making my mind jump back to how little she had on right then. "Ok. Let's get some sleep then." I said as I reached up and flicked the light off, plunging us into darkness. A small amount of moonlight filtered in the open windows, illuminating more and more as my eyes began to slowly grow more accustomed to the dim light. I lay quietly for some time, trying to force myself to go to sleep, but my level of arousal was just so high I wasn't sure I would ever get to sleep. As the night crept on, I finally drifted off, my dreams filled with the glimpse of her semi-naked body. It was still dark when I woke, which was not a surprise. It also wasn't a surprise that I had to go pee or that I had a hardon. What was a bit of a surprise was feeling a body pressed against my chest and legs. It took me several seconds to place who I was in bed with before my head cleared enough to recall. I could feel her spooned against me, her body making contact with as much of my body as she could. I lifted my arms close to my face and pressed the button on my watch, finding it was only a bit past one. The moon had apparently gone down, and it was pitch black in the trailer. I dropped my hand down, letting it rest on the hip that was pressed against me. I idly stroked her hip as I thought about having to get up to go. My mind, in its fuzzy state of half sleep took long seconds to realize that I was stroking soft bare skin. I let my hand slid up and down her hip, finally realizing that she was dressed, but her night shirt had worked its way up in her sleep, leaving her hip and rear bare. It also took my mind several more seconds to realize that if her hip and butt were bare, that her bare pussy was only separated from my hard cock by the thickness of my shorts. I lay for several long seconds, gently stroking her hip until my mind woke me enough to realize just what I was doing and where my hand had started to roam toward. Groaning, I pushed myself up and slowly tried to crawl across Janis to get out of the bed. She stirred as I climbed over her legs, finally slipping out of the bed and into the aisle headed to the bathroom. I had been in the trailer enough that I had no trouble making my way to the bathroom without lights, although I did flick on the low intensity nightlight in the bathroom while I went. I had to stand for some time before my hardon finally softened enough to allow me to relieve my complaining bladder. I turned the light off and made my way back through the dark to the bed. I slowly crawled in, feeling my way over her as she now lay on her back. I straddled her legs and held myself over the top of her in the confined space. My mind jumped to the possibilities, wondering what it would feel like to be naked with her this way, sliding my cock into her pussy. My mind filled with images of her naked below the waist, which I realized was actually the case, my hips pushing down slightly and pressing my again hardening cock against her body. "You know, it would work better if we were both naked." I heard her whisper, startling me and flashing my brain back to reality. I jumped in response to her statement, whacking my head on the bunk above, my body collapsing on top of her in recoil. I rolled off of her and onto my back next to her, my hands going to my head to rub the suddenly sore spot. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" She said, her voice filled with concern. "No, it's ok. My fault. I had to get back in bed after going to the bathroom." I said with a quiet groan. "Ah, is that what you were doing?" She asked, her voice filled with the smile I couldn't see in the dark. "Yeah, it was dark so I was just trying not to hurt you as I made my way back across." I lied. "Well, glad you made it back in bed ok." She said with a giggle. "I hope you didn't hurt yourself too much." "No I'm fine." I said as I dropped my hands down next to me from my throbbing head. "We need to go back to sleep or we won't be able to get up at five." "Well, that wouldn't be the worst thing would it?" "It would be if you wanted to get a chance to shoot a deer." "Ok. Good night." She whispered in the dark. My head slowly stopped throbbing and I fell back asleep. I pulled my brain from the fuzzy images running through my mind, my hands fumbling for the insistence beeping near my head. As I picked up the alarm and clicked it off the dull throb registered in my head, along with the events of the middle of the night. I wondered just exactly what I had been thinking? Janis was a married co-worker, both of which made her completely off limits. Yes it was clear to me that there was an attraction between us, and that the thought of a sexual interlude with her would be quite fun, but the after effects of a sexual relationship on our working relationship could be devastating. Part of my mind said "who cares!" and the other part said "You're an idiot for even thinking about it." I lay there mulling it over for a few short minutes before reaching up and flicking the light on. Hunting Instruction Janis groaned and covered her eyes with her hands, while my own eyes squinted while they adjusted. I lay there for several seconds, not really registering what I was seeing. Janis's night shirt had twisted around her, wrapping almost all the way up to her waist. Her bare legs and curly blond bush, neatly trimmed into a tiny arrow pointing the way to her pussy, was on full display. Also on display was one of her fantastic tits, the elongated arm hole pulled around by the twisted fabric until her breast was almost completely uncovered. Her nipple, round and pink, sat prominently in the middle of a puckered pink island atop her creamy breast. My body almost immediately started reacting to the sight, and I was left unsure how to proceed. My choices were to tell her she was exposed, and quickly cover my eyes, not my preferred choice at the moment, to act like nothing was wrong and climb across her half naked body, or to lie back down and pretend I didn't see anything. As badly as I wanted to crawl across her and get a much better view, I opted for the third choice, after I had a nice long look of course. I was seriously beginning to wonder about my rule of no work affairs or married women. With a groan I flopped back down and rubbed my eyes, as if I was just starting to get them open. "You can have the bathroom first if you want." I said quietly, giving her the chance to get up and fix her nightshirt before it was obvious she exposed herself to me. "Thanks I appreciate that." She answered as she sat up and slipped out of the bed. I watched her fix her nightshirt as she walked toward the bathroom. I climbed out myself, and dug clothes out of my duffel. I pushed off my shorts and stepped into my underwear as I heard the latch on the bathroom door click. I continued to dress, pulling on my pants before turning around to see Janis standing in the aisle watching me from behind. "Don't worry. I grew up with a house full of boys. I'm used to seeing bare backsides." She said with a giggle. I moved aside, blushing, while she stepped past to dig into her own bag. I started pulling my shirt on as she reached down and skimmed her nightshirt off over her head in one smooth motion. She was standing only a foot or so from me, completely naked, making my cock spring to life. She bent over as if I wasn't there, pulling on her panties and then pulling on her camo t-shirt. It took almost all of my remaining resistance to not reach out around her and cup her breasts and pull her body against mine. "Damn she was looking good!" I thought to myself as I watched her bend over again, pushing her camo panty covered ass out at me while she stepped into her camo jeans. "So what's the game plan?" She asked as she turned, fastening her pants, her tits wiggling under the thin shirt and making her obviously hard nipples trace bumps back and forth. "Well, I think the lower blind is our best bet. The deer have been coming in just past daylight so it's our best chance." "Cool." S he said as she pulled on a camo sweatshirt, finally covering the tits that I just couldn't help staring at. "Want me to start some breakfast?" "Sure. Eggs and sausage are in the fridge." I said as I sat down to pull my socks and boots on. By the time I had my boots on, had made my way to the bathroom for my morning relief, Janis was setting scrambled eggs and sausage on the table. "Good job!" I said as I sat down and started spooning some eggs onto my plate. "Well, I am a woman. I do know how to cook." She said with a grin. "I never thought you didn't." I said as I ate some of the fluffy eggs. She was a good cook too, the eggs and sausage hitting the spot. It only took us a few more minutes to get the rest of our gear on, in her case, socks, boots and her orange vest, and in mine a jacket and vest. I also handed her an LED head lamp switched to red so she could see outside. I opened the door and stepped out into the pitch black. The forecast had called for some clouds, but the mist that was falling indicated much more than just clouds. I fired up the ATV for the ride to the blind and then stepped back inside to grab my pack and my pistol. I planned on giving her the first shot, so i didn't see any point in carrying my 30-30 down there. "All set?" "Yep!" She replied as she came down the step of the camper. I placed her gun in the rack on the front and held out my hand, allowing her to step onto the ATV behind me. It was only a few minutes down to the blind, but I was confident that we would need it to haul a deer back up later in the morning. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I could feel her soft breasts press into my back as she held herself tight against me. I felt the first drops of rain hit my face when we were about half way down the trail and by the time we got to the blind, the rain was coming down in sheets. "Shit! Where did this come from?" I grumbled as I helped Janis get into the water proof blind and out of the rain. I climbed in after her and zipped the door shut, closing us into the tent like structure. I hung a light from the tie on the ceiling and proceeded to peel off my wet jacket before setting the chairs up and dropping into one. "Wow... That came up kind of suddenly." Janis said as she peeled her vest and sweat shirt off. I mean damn, it was like standing in a shower, or worse! I'm soaked!" "I'm sorry. It's been so dry I didn't believe it would actually rain. Even the weather man said it wouldn't amount to much." "Well, he missed it!" She said with a giggle. "At least it's still warm out. I'd hate to be this wet and have the temperature a lot colder." "Yeah. But you will defiantly feel the chill in an hour or so when you have been sitting wet for a while. Maybe I should take you back up and wait for the rain to quit." "Aw, that would be a shame." She said settling down in her seat next to mine and reaching up to turn off the light. "Let's just see what happens." "Ok." I whispered as I unzipped the front window, letting the slowly growing light in and making it so we could see the food plot. "The deer can't really see you move in here, but they can hear, so you have to minimize your noise." "Ok." She whispered back. We sat for long minutes, letting our eyes become accustomed to the near darkness both inside and outside the blind. The rain continued to fall, easing up a bit but still coming down quite heavily. "This will definitely mess up the deer." I said as I leaned forward and looked up toward the brightening clouds. "They won't like it?" "Not this hard. They'll stay tucked under a nice cedar tree until it lets up. A gentle rain isn't a problem, but hard like this, not really." "That's a shame." She whispered, leaning forward and pulling the hem of her shirt from her pants and skimming the wet shirt off her body. I watched in stunned silence as she hung the wet shirt over the arm of the chair and leaned forward, her tits pressing against her wet pants as she untied her boots. She kicked her hunting boots off and began to wiggle herself to get her pants off without getting out of the chair. Sitting now in nothing but her panties, I stared openly at her practically naked body. "You were right, they got cold." She whispered, rubbing her hands on her arms to warm them slightly. "but it's actually warmer in here without them I think." "Uh yeah." I said, stunned at the sudden turn of events. "Well?" She whispered. "Well what?" I asked louder than I expected to. "You going to sit there in your wet clothes or are you going to get out of them too?" I wasn't really sure what to think at that point, but deer hunting was quickly falling from the list. I pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped it on my pack. Daylight had significantly brightened the sky, and with it, the light level inside the blind. I undid my boots and pushed them off, moving my hands to my pants. I worked them off a little at a time until I could slide them down and finally off my legs. "There, isn't that better?" She whispered, leaning back in her chair and letting her hand reach over and stroke my arm. Her fingers gently stroked up and down my arm for some minutes before they began to stroke up and down my chest, bouncing across my nipples a few times before sliding down and finding my hardon, half sticking out of the top of my somewhat skimpy underwear. "That is definitely better." She whispered as she teased her fingers across the mushroom head aimed toward her. No longer able to even think about containing myself, I allowed my hand to reach across and gently stroke up and down her bare breast, bouncing my fingers across her rock hard nipple. "ohhh yes." She whispered as she pushed her chest out toward my hand. I continued to stroke around her breasts and over her nipples for some minutes before she reached down with her free hand and began to work her panties off her body. I watched as she slipped them down her legs and then tossed them aside, spreading her legs and pulling my hand down toward her pussy. I let my fingers gently stroke up and down her wet lips, each stroke seeming to draw more and more juice from her pussy. Finally I let my finger slip between her lips, sinking into her wet softness and rubbing slowly up and down. I let my finger draw across her hard clit and then pushed down until I could curl my finger into her tunnel, making her moan slightly each time I stroked her. "Oh god yes." She cooed quietly as she squeezed and stroked my cock in time with my finger diving ever so slowly in and out of her wet tunnel. "I so want to sit on this fantastic cock!" "So what are you waiting for?" I whispered back. She looked over at me and then stood up to step over in front of me. She bent over, her ass hovering over my lap while she reached between her legs and pulled my underwear down enough to fully free my cock. She grasped it and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices before she eased back, slowly settling down onto it. I felt my head engage into her tunnel, the pressure building around the crown until it suddenly popped into her tunnel, allowing her sopping wet pussy to slide down my shaft. "OH fuck!" She moaned loudly as she began to ride up and down my shaft, using my legs as a support, her body bent at the waist to balance herself. "God yes." I groaned as the delight of her soft tunnel stroked up and down my shaft. I had dreamt of filling her pussy for a long time, and now that it was reality it was even better than my imagination had conjured. "oh god yes...oh god yes...oh god yes" she cooed quietly as she slowly rode up and down my shaft, pushing both of us up the slope toward climactic release. I reached out and found her tits, swinging inches from her legs, and allowed my fingers to trap her nipples, squeezing them as I let my fingers squeeze her soft tits. "OHHHHHH" She cried more loudly as I squeezed them harder, rocking my hips up into her as she stroked down. "Yeah. Just keep doing that." I cooed in pleasure, as her velvety softness caressed every inch of my pulsing cock. "Oh yeah. I'm going to cum!" She mumbled. "Cum with me. I want to feel you cum inside me!" "Fuck yes." I grunted, thrusting up into her as her pace increased. She was soon just holding herself over me, using my legs as leverage as I used the arms of the chair to lever my hips off the chair and drive my cock deep into her wet pussy. "Here it comes!" I grunted as her whole body trembled and shook, her pussy clenching and spasming around my shaft. With a grunt I grabbed her and pulled her back against me, driving her down onto my shaft as the first surge of hot cum lanced out of my overly teased cock and into her pussy. Time and again my cock surged and forced another gush of cum into her as my body jerked uncontrollably, trying to drive my cock even deeper into her. "OH god!" She panted as she pulled one of my hands back up to her breasts, placing it over one of her soft globes, and pushing the other down between her legs. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts while I slipped my finger between her lips and gently teased her clit, keeping her climax going even longer, her whole body trembling with pleasure. "Good god. Finally." She said as her breathing returned to normal. "Finally what?" "I finally got you to fuck me. I've been inviting you pretty much every way I can think of." "Except saying fuck me." I said with a chuckle. "Oh, I pretty much did so many times. Wearing practically nothing, flashing my tits at you so many ways, wet shirts, skimpy bra's, you name it." "As much as those turned me on, and believe me, they did, I didn't think they were invitations." "Oh, they were most certainly invitations." "Well, I guess that we're over that particular hurdle, we have to decide what to do." "Oh trust me, I know exactly what to do." She said with a laugh. "Fuck you every chance I get. Your cock is even better feeling than I could have imagined." "What about your husband?" She laughed before climbing from my lap and turning around to face me, her entire naked body displayed as she struck a pinup girl pose. "You going to turn this down?" "I guess I won't." I said reaching out for her and pulling her down on my lap. "Good, now how about we go back to the trailer and see if you know any other good tricks." "With pleasure!" I said, helping her up. "You wanna go naked or get dressed first?" "Are you kidding? Run naked through the woods in the rain just to get fucked? Hell yes!" She said, stepping to the door and unzipping it. "And if you can manage to catch me before we get there, well you can do whatever you want!" She said just before she dashed barefoot out the door. With a grin I stood up, pushing my underwear the rest of the way off and stepping into my boots, sure the extra few seconds would be well worth it. It only took a few seconds after darting out of the blind to run naked. The rain, which was now fairly light, was quite chilly, in spite of the nearly sixty degree temperatures. I ran to where I had parked the ATV under a couple large cedar trees, and found Janis waiting, sitting on the seat wearing nothing but the sox she had left the blind wearing. She saw me coming and leaned back until she was laying on the seat with her ass near the rear fenders. She lifted her legs in a high V and spread them wide, allowing the motion to spread her pussy lips wide and expose herself completely to my view. "Oh god." I mumbled as I stepped behind the ATV and leaned my face down to gently kiss her inner thigh. Under the umbrella of the cedars the light rain was almost non-existent and the cool temperatures were forgotten as I kissed my way gently toward her waiting pussy. Kiss by kiss I moved tantalizingly closer to her pussy, each kiss preceded by a tiny lick with the tip of my tongue. Janis moaned loudly as my lips neared her pussy, her moan turning to a frustrated sigh when my lips moved next not to her wet lips, but her other thigh. Again I began working slowly toward her pussy, one tiny kiss at a time. Her hips began to rise with each kiss, begging me to move more quickly. I smiled to myself as I lingered inches from her wetness, teasing her more as I switched from thigh to thigh. "Oh please!" She cried softly as I blew gently across her exposed clit. Ever so gently I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, stroking slowly around and around it, her hips trying to follow my movements as her hands grabbed for my short hair. Around and around I went with my tongue, occasionally pulling it away to flick quickly across it instead, each time bringing a sharp squeak to her lips. I allowed my finger to gently stroke the sensitive spot between her rosy bud and her tunnel entrance, teasing it with my finger in time with my licks. "Uh god!" she gasped as I pressed two fingers deep into her, my tongue never leaving her hard exposed clit. I curled my fingers and found the top of her velvety tunnel and began to stroke it seeking and finding that little bundle of nerves. "OH SHIT!" She cried as I gently nibbled her clit while stroking her g-spot. She hooked her feet on my back and tried to pull me closer, lifting her ass off the seat of the ATV, her hips rocking in time with the stroking of my fingers. "Oh god I'm going to cuuummmmm!" she screamed into the woods as her hips pounded the seat of the machine, her whole body trembling. I flicked her clit a few more times and then closed my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it rapid fire as quickly as I could. At the same time I started pounding my fingers into her pussy, making sure each stroke rubbed the tips across her g-spot. "OHHHHHH FUCK!!!!!!" She screamed, her whole body tensing and shuddering as gush after gush of hot cum spewed from her pussy, and sprayed across my chest. Her body jerked and trembled as the huge orgasm swept across her like the flood of pussy juice running down my body. After long seconds of her incredibly hard orgasm, she lay back, wilting into limpness as she panted for breath. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She gasped as I stood upright, letting her legs slide down my arms until they were hooked under her knees. "Not much." I grinned as I rubbed my again hard cock up and down her sopping wet pussy. "Shit! Not much?" She squeaked as I fed my hard cock into her pussy. "Yeah!" I grunted as I slid my rigid shaft in and out of her pussy, her still throbbing tunnel. "Oh please no. I don't think I can take another one!" She gasped as my head banged into the end of hot pussy. "You can't?" I asked, stopping my stroking and allowing her to wrap her legs around me and hold me deep inside her. "Not just yet." She said softly. "But I promise, there will be many more, for both of us." "I'll hold you to that." I said as I pulled from her and helped her sit up on the seat. "You better stud." She said as she leaned to me and planted a soft wet kiss on my lips. "I'm counting on it!" Hunting Party The smell of fresh wood filled the inside of the cabin as Eric stoked the fire. It was the weekend following Thanksgiving and he had an entire week off from work. None of his usual hunting pals were available so he decided to come alone this trip. The fridge was stocked with food and he had plenty of booze on tap as well. As the fire crackled, he poured himself a cold one and sit back to relax. Looking out the window he could see the snow beginning to fall and he grinned, knowing that it would make it easier to track his prey the following morning. He passed the night drinking and watching porn on a DVD player he had brought with him. Early the next morning he ventured out into the winter woods. The new fallen snow had created a scenic masterpiece as he made his way into the deep woods. It was nearly an hour before he spotted a large deer in the distance. He steadied his arm until it was dead in his sight, but at the last minute the deer bolted and vanished into the dense wood. Frustrated at losing such a prized catch he sat down under the tree and reached into his pocket for a taste of some blended whiskey he had brought to warm himself. As he sat there he detected the scent of smoke and realized that another cabin must be nearby. He made his way through the woods towards the smell until he saw another cabin nestled in the woods, the chimney belching flumes of white smoke into the grey overcast sky. He could hear the faint sound of music and laughter coming from inside the cabin and decided to take a closer look. As he approached the cabin from the side it began to sound like a party was going on inside. The rock music was blaring and he could clearly hear the sound of female laughter coming from inside. Curiosity got the better of him and he peered into the cabin from a side window. What he saw nearly took his breath away. Inside the cabin were a half dozen females in various stages of undress. Most were parading around in only bras and panties, dancing and laughing as they sipped on their drinks. It seemed that a group of girls from the nearby college had rented this cabin for a little getaway of their own. As his eyes took in the erotic scene before him another sight caught his eye that nearly took his breath away. A naked female was bound to a pole in the center of the large room. Her hands tied behind her and her legs tied around the bottom of the pole. She had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth for a gag and the other girls delighted in teasing her. They would pull at her nipples, and reach between her legs teasing her pussy lips and pulling at her pubic hair as they giggled. His cock had became aroused as he watched them tease and torment her. He heard one of the girls remark that they were glad it was her that lost the game instead of them, so he figured this was some sort of sexy game the girls played when they were all together. After some time, the girls walked towards the small kitchen to refill their drinks, leaving the bound girl struggling against her ropes. He could hear them giggling and watched with glee as they all danced around to the music. Just as he was about to leave they all came back and once again began to tease the bound girl. He watched as one girl produced a large vibrator and all the others cackled with glee while she inserted some batteries and turned it on. Walking over to the bound girl she skillfully ran the vibrator along her pussy lips, taking time to tease the girl's clit. He watched the victim move her body in a manner that indicated she was clearly getting aroused. All the other girls began chanting for the her to cum as the vibrator worked its magic. He was so glued to the erotic scene before him that he did not see two girls putting on their coats to go to outhouse out back. As they made their way out the back door and across the snowy path they saw him peering through the window and rushed back in to tell the others. He gasped as he saw the two point to the window. Realizing he was caught he tried to turn and run but tripped over a stump buried in the snow. He was soon surrounded by a mob of angry girls. "Fucking pervert, I bet you were jacking off watching us weren't you," one of the girls yelled. He slowly picked himself up and began brushing the snow from his clothes as he sought to assure them he meant no harm. Just as he was speaking he felt the cold end of a gun barrel press against his back. "Drop your pants and underwear, if that cock is hard we are going to shoot it off," one of the girls remarked, as the others laughed. He tried desperately to convince them he meant no harm,but soon realized they were not joking when he heard the gun click behind him and press harder into his back. Realizing he had no choice he slowly loosened the buckle to his pants and let them drop to the ground, along with his underwear. The cold air immediately caused his cock to shrink as the girls laughed and mocked him. "Well, we might find some use for him after all girls," one remarked to the others. "Finish stripping and toss your clothes to me," the girl in front remarked as she crossed her arms. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he slowly complied until he was totally naked and surrounded by a dozen hot females. In any other circumstance he would be beside himself with joy, but now the embarrassment, as well as the chilly air, was more than he had bargained for. "Well, we don't want the poor little thing freezing off, so let's get him inside," she told the others and they marched him inside the cabin where they led him to a couch and forced him to sit down. He was now directly across from the bound girl and found it hard not to stare at her. He gazed at her firm breasts, the nipples still slightly hard. Her body was tight and she had a perfect hour glass shape. Her pussy was shaved and it was all he could do not to get hard looking at her in that helpless condition. "Poor Meg here lost in our little card game and was going to be our sex slave for the night. We were going to fuck her silly with a vibrator, but why do that when we now have the real thing--right girls." the apparent leader of the group stated while the others cheered and giggled. He watched as a large padded mat was dragged into the middle of the room. He was ordered to lay down on it facing up as they untied the bound girl and marched her over towards him. The leader bent down next to him and told him that Meg was going to ride his cock while all the other girls watched, and if he came before permitted, he would be severely punished. Just the sight of Meg hovering over him, her shaved pussy glowing in the light caused his cock to stiffen as she lowered her body towards him. Her pussy was warm and wet as it slid down easily over his cock and she began riding it to the chants and cheers of the other girls. He clutched her ass cheeks firmly in his hands as he rode him hard. As she rode him she moved her hands around her swollen nipples, stimulating them while her tight ass moved on his rigid cock. His balls were filling up and he could feel a powerful orgasm brewing but he was not about to cum, so he tried to hold on. He soon felt her tense and heard her moan in pleasure as her hot juices soaked his cock as she came all over it. All the other girls clapped and cheered as her orgasm overtook her. The girls walked over and helped her off his swollen cock and then made her squat over his face and ordered him to lick her soaked cunt. He began licking with delight,savoring her tasty girl sex. He felt two hands grope his swollen cock and begin jerking him off as he used his tongue to tease her swollen clit. The girls would take turns jerking his cock then stopping, making sure not to let him cum as he brought Meg to another orgasm with his tongue. Once Meg had came on his face they pulled her off and he saw all the girls looking down at him. Every girl was now naked, their hard bodies begging to be fucked as they looked down on him. Some were rubbing their pussies, and others teasing their nipples. One by one, each girl took turns riding his cock until he emptied his balls insider her tight pussy. They would then take a break and when he was able, the would resume until he had fucked each and every one of them. Early the next morning he woke and slowly sat up. The cabin was strewn with naked girls lying all around, deep in sleep. He grinned as he found his clothes and slowly dressed. He made his way back to his cabin and climbed into the warm bed. Of all his hunting trips, none would compare to this one, and who would ever believe him. Hunting Season It's late as I have spent entirely too much time preparing for the hunt. I thought I started early enough but there was a wait at the salon and I wasted a bit of time flirting with the manicurist...She has the most beautiful green eyes. I have three places to stalk this evening and decided to try the farthest from home first so if I don't find my prey, the ride home will not be as frustrating. I arrive at the club and even from the parking lot I can feel the pounding bass of the dance music in my chest. Entering I see a familiar face so I smile and nod my hello and continue my hunt. If there was ever a place to find prey this should be it, hot sweating bodies moving and grinding on the dance floor, the smell of alcohol in the air, well dressed men, and barely dressed women. I find a vantage point in the main room and begin my assessment. Beautiful women all around, some appear to be alone, other with friends, and a few with obvious lovers. Could I have my pick of the room? No, but I could easily seduce a few if I chose to take the time. The bass is beginning to distract me from my goals so I decide to move on to my next hunting ground. I make my way downtown to a seedy bar. It's the kind of place that would be considered a "last resort" for an evening that has gone terribly wrong the place where you'd go to find a warm body to fill a need and forget about the next day. Although it has its regulars no one takes the time to remember your name. I scan the room before finding a place to sit as the likelyhood of find my prey here is slim but always worth a chance. In the far corner of the room next to the worn down dance floor I see a prospect. Long dark hair, gorgeous smile, and curves that set my inner beast on fire. Overdressed for this sort of place ( as am I ) she is talking with someone but her subtle body language says she's not into him. I find a table with an angle that I can catch her eye when she glances away from him. We exchange a few looks and a smile or two and I am just about to come over and save her from this man when a waitress comes by and asks me what I'd like to drink. "Just a soda please" I answer annoyed because she is distracting me from my prey. "This is a bar not a rest stop Hun." "There's a two drink minimum." "Fine I'll take a soda, you take a shot of whatever makes you happy and send the lady over there another of whatever she's drinking" I reply without making eye contact. "Your call darling, but just between you and me. That little philly over there has been here all night. Getting drinks and flirting with all the guys and then shuts them down one right after the other. I think she might be battin for the other team. If you follow me." "You could do much better with someone like..... I let the waitress's voice fade to the background as I see the man stand and offer her his hand taking her to the dance floor. She moves with grace and vigor to the upbeat music, always maintaining a distance between her and her partner. Her eyes closed and her hands seductively follow her curves. When the music changes to a slow ballad he pulls her close and respectfully places his hands high on her hips and back. Suddenly her natural grace is replaced by awkwardness and she steps, no, stomps on the man's foot. As he breaks his embrace she mutters something I can't make out and hurriedly goes to the table, grabs her handbag, and makes her way to the restroom. She's not gone long but the man she was with has already moved on to easier game. I follow her with my gaze as she makes her way to the door. I stand as the waitress shows up with the tray of drinks. I throw a bill on the tray and say "Thanks, that should cover it and more." and follow my prey out of the bar and down the street. She walks with a slow and deliberate pace down the street and to a narrow gap between two buildings. I follow knowing the chase is coming to an end. As I enter the gap I find her with her back up to a brick wall a hint of a nearby street light glimmers in her eye. Without a word I kiss her full moist lips. They taste of the wine she has been drinking and a hint of saltiness. My hand find her firm breasts beneath her blouse as the other follows her curves down to that luscious ass I was admiring on the dance floor. Our mouths begin a dance of their own exploring, teasing, and biting each other till she bite my lip hard. I pull away and turn her to face the wall. Lifting her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees with one hand and pulling my throbbing cock out with the other I begin to stroke my cock between the cheeks of that beautiful ass. My hand makes it way under her blouse into her bra and grabs her breast pinching her nipple as I enter her from behind. She gasps in pleasure and I begin to pump forcefully. I feel her clench onto me as I without rhythm slam my cock into her as deeply as I can only pausing for an occasional grind. She orgasms uncontrollably milking me for my seed I remove myself from her and place my cock at the rim off her ass firmly prodding it testing if there's enough wetness to enter she says the only words she will speak to me this evening "Do it I want your cum!". I enter her. The tight heat feels amazing and she escalates with another round of even more violent orgasms I lose myself in her slamming my cock into her again and again until we both explode into orgasm my cock pumping cum into her like it will never stop. When the orgasms subside I remove myself from her, gather my composure, turn and leave. Making my way down the street to my car, my phone vibrates letting me know I've received a text. "That was fun. Maybe next week I could stalk you?" I smile and reply back. "Sure! Just next time don't trim my nails so close." Hunting Tale "Well, I was jest mindin' me own business, walkin along ole Stotter Road and where the gate was there, and almost got run over by horses, a score or more!" We all looked at Evan, expectant as he doffed his coat and shook the cold from his arms. He was a keen story-teller and a tale from him was always a treat. "Do tell," I answered him, and the crowd around me rumbled agreeably. Evan settled back in his booth and smacked his lips. "I don't know I can tell you with this dry mouth," he told us, and we groaned. "Buy your own beer!" Lasky told him, and Evan grinned. "Write your own tale." "I'll get it, old man," I told him, and had a mug of hard cider sent to him. Evan raised the mug to his lips; he drained half of it in a series of long and thirsty gulps. "Jesus, man, why are you drinking like that?" Torley barked out, for Evan's behavior was out of character for him. "It's this thing what happened to me just now, over Stotter Road! I was back in the pasture, see, where the rocks are, and that old rusty gate--" "You still keep a bottle down there?" Lasky shouted out, and Evan toasted the laughter with a sip from his glass. "That's beside the point." A ripple of laughter spread. "You can go find hoofprints," he told Lasky, and the crowd nodded knowingly. "You can go find leprechaun gold, more likely," I couldn't help but say, and laughter rippled again. "But go on, please." Evan glared at the crowd, then drained his pint glass. "I'm pretty thirsty, though," he protested. "I think the perpetrator--" and his eyes bored into Lasky's--" "--should be the benefactor of a conciliatory libation..." And thus Evan dissuaded criticism, and thus time was lost while money was wrung from the skinflint Lasky and more cider was provided. Again Evan drank half his mug, and again he set it on the bar. "I'm out there, right, and all these dogs go by a-barkin', then horses go by, almost a knockin me down and sprayin mud into me face, and they all go right over the wall. It was a bunch o those ruddy nobles, looked like a hundred of 'em all tearing after this one poor fox. I was hidin', you know, 'cause we all know: you mess with nobles you get hurt." I found myself among the ones murmuring agreement. But then there's this..." Evan trailed off for a moment and got a dazed and somehow supremely happy look. "...this woman," he resumed. "She's got a horse about six times too big for her, and I could tell she could ride for shit, which isn't so bad. But the horse knew it too, she was in trouble. This big horse comes riding up to the fence right where the gate is, where the wall stops? And just stopped. And there's this..." He trailed off, then resumed again, as if he was remembering something important, "this beautiful girl, a hunting girl, on top of this horse with a ridin' crop, she gets down ad starts beatin' him to within an inch of his life." We all had a laugh about the strange ways of the silly nobles. "Well, I was feelin' sorry for the horse by now, and I stepped out of the bushes, thinking, how do I get her attention off beating her horse to death without letting her know I saw her. So, I slip behind a tree, jump over the wall, walk up and open the gate, and said 'good morning, beautiful day innit'. It worked a charm—she took her attention off the horse—and put it square on me." Evan looked off into the distance again. "It took my breath away." Evan was solemn; we waited for the punch line. "She puts her ridin' crop down and looks out to the field, the fox had doubled back and everyone took off after it into the woods. Once they were out of sight she looked at me, and Lord, she looked crazy. You ever see a woman that mad, mister, don't talk to her, just run." He shuddered, and drained the mug of cider. "'You saw me,' she says, I saw you there. Why did you run away and come back?' "Well, I couldn't say shit." Laughter sounded from behind, maybe McNeal; don't see him in here much anymore. "So she marches up to me and whips that crop right into the side of my leg, and yow! My eyes was tearin'. And she asks me again, and I can't say anything 'cause I can't see, and that crop come down right across my ass." He paused for effect; a low murmur came from the crowd. "I just about screamed, it felt like fire mixed with salt, it was horrible." His eyes shone. "Wanna see?" The crowd unanimously demurred. He'd been moving very well when he came into the pub and had not winced when he sat. "So I says to her, 'I just wanted to look at you because you're beautiful'--" Everyone but Evan simultaneously awww'd. "--and then she started to really beat the shit out of me. She kneed me in the balls!" Evan was reproachful; all the pub patrons nodded in sympathy. "So I'm rollin' around on the ground and she puts the crop down and stands over me--" He paused, eyes widening "--with one foot on either side of my head. She had huge spurs, the necks were this big." He demostrated. "I was looking right up her crotch, and she drops her breeches right on my face--" "Aww rubbish!" Lasky belted out, and there was some agreement among the crowd. "You're full of it." "That'll be another mug or I stop right here," he said to Lasky. Evan knew he had the crowd hooked. "I'm not buying!" The crowd turned on him; they knew Evan meant business and they wanted to hear the rest of the tale. It wasn't their money buying the cider, after all. Lasky reluctantly delivered a mug of cider and the ritual—drain half, sip the rest—was repeated. "I move the pants aside and look up, and I'm lookin' at heaven." He sighed. "She was a natural redhead, that was easy to tell, and those legs went up so far...and I saw her lookin' down at me lookin' up and she was smilin' and...well, I thought maybe I'd get lucky." He grinned and the a generalized giggle was heard. "But instead, see..." He paused again. We were all hooked. "she takes that damn riding crop, and it's got this knobby bone handle, and she sticks that right inside her. She's right above me, and moving it in and out—I think to myself, that is the strangest thing I've ever seen. But I know I'm a man is all; I climb up on my knees, slidin' my face all the way up the inside of her leg, about ten miles--" He paused. "She grabs me and pulls down my breeches, and stuck the handle of that crop right up into my arse." The crowd gasped; Evan shuddered and took a drink of cider. "She pulled it out and stuck it in again and it made my willy shrivel something fierce--" Again, laughter filled the pub. "--And then she leans up against the wall and spreads herself down below, all sticking it out for me, and I tasted her..." He paused. "She made me hold that crop in my arse 'til she popped. It was hard to get her off, too; I had to take her bit right in between my teeth and like scrape." Most of the pub patrons shuddered. "Now I got her all over my face and she pulls the crop out and throws me on the ground." He took a drink of cider. "She gets on top of me and God it was heaven...she knew how to please a man. She rocked on top of me, and she got another pop, this time she was lookin' right in my eyes and she came, and I feel myself goin' stiff and I know it's time, well she knew too, and--" The pub was silent. "--She got off me and took me into her mouth, and she looked at me, and she was playing with those beautiful tits and I couldn't help it, I spent...in her mouth, and she swallowed it." He paused. "She swallowed me." Evan shifted and took another drink of cider. "We laid there for a bit, then I start to get nervous, you know, like those hunters were gonna come back and find lowborn me slipping me willy into a girl highborn enough to not have needed to learn to ride a horse. And that would mean me in the hunt in lieu of the fox. I tell her, 'I gotta go', she says 'No, I wanna marry you.' So I panicked. I ran. And she rode off on her horse, and I rolled in here." He drained the glass of cider. "And now, gentlemen, I thank you for the drink and the company, and now I must go." "Wait," I cried, "how does the story end?" "End?" Evan asked as if confused. "This is no story. This was real, it happened. And now that I have consumed enough liquid courage, I shall go back to that field and pray to God she comes back." He walked to the door. I walked with him, of course. To a field full of hoofprints. Hunting the D. The second man I loved was, K. He wasn't like other men. He was a dangerous obsession and I knew this from the moment we met. K was a couple of years older than me and when we met I was charmed by his big, warm smile and athletic body. He had kind eyes, was tall, well dressed and always smelt nice. I loved his checked shirts, his big, manly hands and slightly rugged look. So many things about him turned me on. Most importantly, he was smart and articulate and knew a lot about a lot. In the back of my mind, I somehow knew he would turn out to be a liar and a cheat, he made no secrets about the fact that his ex girlfriend was both a dancer and a model. He was a player... no doubt about it. I hated him and loved him in equal measures. He was studying for a PHD and jokingly stated that it stands for 'pretty huge dick'. K was so arrogant, he seemed so out of reach. At the same time, I wanted him so badly. He knew how to play the game and was a master of it. Girls wanted him and in many ways he was a prick, but I loved him and what he could do to me. "I've never asked a girl out before," he said. I had to make the first move. He made sure that this was not a date, we were just hanging out. I knew he was a player and he was bad for me, but I couldn't help but want more of his body and mind. He was mysterious and experienced and captured my interest. He would introduce me to so many new things, but he wasn't interested in me at all. I felt inferior. He was hard work, he wouldn't ask questions but somehow managed to talk about so many interesting things and I would chase him. I was obsessed. I wasn't even sure how, but, K managed to pin me down and get in my head so easily. For the first time ever, I had felt a strong need to submit myself to a man completely. I longed for his company, his knowledge and advice on things too. I wanted him to be my teacher, my mentor and I wanted him to introduce me to a darker world of sex. When we went out, I used to stare at the bulge between his legs and wonder what kind of snake he had hidden. I wondered if it was as big as he had hinted. He enjoyed teasing me, he was like a cat playing with a toy. He saw me blush and loved it. He would hint about some kinky interests from time to time too, I think he was testing the water. Now I look back, I realize that in a way he was grooming me. He knew I would fall for him. Conversationally, I'm sure he was dropping ideas into my head, using words like 'collared', 'tied up' and 'dominated'... But would always deny it. One day we were out and I questioned him on it. I knew that this was wind in his sails. He would call me, filth and point out that all these girls who want that kind of sex are sluts and that I should be ashamed of myself. I enjoyed hearing that. It was a strange dynamic. I grew to love the humiliation of those words. I craved them. He made me want to get a reaction more and more. "I bet you love the big ones," he would say, from time to time. He was tempting me into his trap, day by day. I knew this, but I was hooked. We could kiss at the end of our 'dates' and he would put his hand around my head and clench my hair tightly. It wasn't romantic, it was like an animal going in for the kill. Holding for a while, just long enough. This turned me on to no end. He would sometimes slip his hand between my legs, just lightly brushing my lips and as soon as I would get horny he would kick me out of his car. "Go home, little one," he'd say. This was just a game to, K and as soon as I got home I would masturbate furiously as I fantasied about all of the things I wanted him to do to me. This routine continued for a while, until we finally arranged to go to London for New Years to stay in a hotel. I knew this was our chance to take things further. I boldly made it explicit that I wanted him to go further whilst we were away. I used to dream about being on my knees, sucking him, feeling his big dick piercing my insides... He had a big Cheshire cat grin when I gave him this proposition him for sex. "You wouldn't be able to handle me, sweetie... I'm rather a big boy," he said. "How will you ever have any other man once you've had me?" He loved not giving me an answer. He would make me wait for everything. He would disappear for a while and then pounce. But I loved the uncertainty, the challenge... The arrogance. For anyone else, I wouldn't have tolerated it. In many ways, his gentlemanly ways would disguise his true nature. He was a total gentleman, he was generous, caring and giving. He looked after me. We got to the hotel to drop our things off and I wanted him right there and then. I made some sexual comment about how big his cock looked in those jeans and tried to cover my embarrassment by saying, "Should we head out?" That evil Cheshire cat smile came out again and he laughed. He approached me and gripped my hair. "Go and get your coat," he says, holding me to the spot. I could feel myself getting wet. I was stuck in his grip. His hands wrapped around my throat and he slipped a hand up my skirt. I felt his finger go deep in my pussy. "Do you want to go out?" he asked. "No," I shook my head. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and deep arousal. "Go and get your coat," he said again, hooking his finger inside me and clawing at my G spot. It felt so good. I had chased him so long and now, finally, I had become the hunted one. He circled me like I was his prey. I was just blinded, stuck to the spot. He took out his two fingers and made me taste myself. I rubbed his hard cock through his trousers, he knew how long I had waited for this. I could feel how hard he was, he was bursting out. I get down on my knees and he helps me unzip his jeans to reveal this huge bulge beneath his boxers and puts one hand down them. "Would you like to see it?" he says. I nod and I smile. I have never seen a cock quite like, K's! He pulls down his boxers and reveals this huge, hard dick, which just bobs between his legs. He is About 9 and a half inches, thick and long, hanging heavy. He is shaved too, which makes him look even bigger. I am hypnotized and desperate to feel his huge weapon inside me. I lick his huge dick. My mind is aflame with lust. He grabs a fistful of my hair and guides me towards it. I can feel my underwear getting wetter and wetter. He gently guides my mouth into his cock, which barely fits and wants me to take it all the way. I gaze into his eyes and start to gag a little on his big, throbbing dick, taking it deep and slow. It fills me up, he is forcing me to take every inch of his long shaft, fucking my face and making me choke. K is right. What a slut I am. Taking it so naturally and wanting it so bad. But he tastes so good, his cock is so perfect. "Where did you learn to suck dick so well?" he asks. "Porn." I respond. Intending to finish the job, my hands wander to my underwear and I start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I can't help it. He is driving me crazy. I moan a little and he watches as I deep throat him and finger myself. My makeup runs down my face and he pulls me from his cock. I'm still fully clothed at this point and he stops me. "Take your clothes off and go and bend over on the bed," he says. I immediately obey. I bend over, naked, exposed to him. He strokes my ass cheeks and spanks me hard, slowly at first, making me moan a little. My ass is red and sore, it stings. He knows what he is doing. He starts to eat my pussy from behind and I feel myself about to cum already. He traces is tongue all the way from my clit up to my ass, taking the time to stop and explore my holes with his finger and tongue like they were his little toys. "Oh god," I say, struggling to control myself. I've never taken it up the ass before. I am so desperate to feel his cock inside me now. I'm about to cum in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. But he is cruel. He teases me with it. Rubbing it up and down my pussy, up and down up and down, gripping my hair, calling me a little slut. "You want me, don't you." I can tell he wants me to beg, he is a cruel man, he wants to tease me. I turn around and watch him guide his cock up and down. I am on the verge of an orgasm, gushing and desperate for him to let me go over the edge. I have been waiting for so long. Finally, inch by inch, he edges himself into me, doggie style. I can feel him moving all my insides. I can barely fit him in my tight pussy. He grips my hair and fucks me hard from behind until my head goes dizzy. Not only is he huge, but he knows how to work it too. I have never been able to cum from sex before, but this just takes me over the edge in a knee-clenching orgasm that lasts for what feels like a lifetime. I can feel my tight pussy stretched and his cock pounding deep inside me. I grab the sheets and gasp for air. I can't take it anymore. I lie, panting for breath, totally unable to move from the most incredible orgasm that I have waited so long for. His dick was so powerful that I lay my face on the bed and beg him to stop for a break. "Please stop" I say, as he finally stops drilling me. My pussy ached. I lay naked, in a puddle of my own juices. "You have 3 minutes," he says.