22 comments/ 16159 views/ 3 favorites Coyote By: magmaman {There is no sex at ALL in this tale.) +++ I sighted carefully on the gray animal, the big female had just stepped past the huge mass of blackberry bushes. One of her pups had eagerly appeared first, it wasn't the one I wanted, not really. I knew the bitch would be not too far behind. It was coming up on 10 PM, in late July it stays light fairly late, now it was dark enough that I could see but barely. The animals moved like ghosts. The electronic caller I had set up and hidden in the grass was squealing, it sounded just like a Rabbit that was hurt. The pup leaped and then was directly over the speaker. It hesitated, expecting there to be a creature to grab, then realizing something was wrong, started to turn. "Pop pop!" I put two rounds into the big female, right through the side of her chest from less than 20 feet away. Then I swung the little .22 caliber auto loader towards the pup. Coyotes are like crazy video games when surprised, they explode into motion and head every which way at once. I managed to get off 13 more rounds in probably two seconds, maybe less. It didn't help that the second pup had appeared, breaking my concentration for just a moment. At one point one was moving sideways to me, nearly flat on the ground, the other was coming directly at me in confusion. All I hit was air. +++ With 500 head of big fat Ewes in my southern pasture, doing what I just did was something I had to. In late Summer and early Fall the big female Coyotes are busy training their pups, teaching them to kill. Of course, to survive they need to kill, it is the way of nature. For me to survive, keep the baby lambs that are born, it falls to me to kill, also. Distasteful is the best description of that process, I never liked having to do that at all. As a boy growing up, my Father taught me the ways of the land. He was a hard man, and thought nothing at all of dropping every Coyote he saw. I must have inherited a bit of my Mother's gentleness, because while I would shoot a Coyote, even drop one of my neighbor's dogs that sometimes slipped in and ripped the hell out of a flock of our Sheep, I never felt good about it. I sighed, gathered up the big female and dragged her body to the barnyard, digging a hole and burying her. Back at my house, I cleaned the rifle, reloaded it making sure a shell was in the chamber, then leaned it up against the wall behind the door. +++ It was three days later I saw the signs once again, one big ram had fur pulled out of it's rear flank, and was limping. I saw the blood on one rear leg, knew it was from a Coyote and not the typical sore foot Sheep get regularly. That meant the pups were still at it, trying to kill something. But a full grown ram is not that easy for Coyote pups to handle, they need the big female to teach them what to do. When Sheep run, which is their first defensive action, the chase is on. Pups run up behind and grab, getting a mouthful of wool. Not understanding the need to go for the throat, often their efforts are a failure. The baby lambs are quite another situation though. Running my Honda 350 four trax up the back side of the place, I spotted the big Buzzards circling and knew. Using their lead, I found the lamb, about a week old. The predator that made the kill was obvious, a Bear breaks the neck and feeds on the carcass, a Cougar picks it up and often takes it away. Dogs bite and slash at the hind quarters and will kill all they can catch. Searching, I found the small tracks in nearby dirt. Nothing to do but go back on the hunt. +++ Two evenings in a row I lay out by the trail, Mosquitoes biting my neck and all I could do was lay there quietly and take it. Nothing appeared. I found two more lambs down, this was getting serious. The 3rd evening, I stepped out onto my porch which is up high facing to the East. I can see most of that portion of the place from that vantage point. Motion. I saw the grass move, then out stepped one of the Coyote pups. It's ears were up, alert. I reached past the little .22 and grabbed the old Marlin .30-30, the range was too far for the light weapon. The Coyote stepped further out of the Bulrush plants that filled one of the drainage ditches. It was 120 yards easy, not a shot I could make with confidence. I sighted, squeezed off a round. Down the animal went! That was when I saw the second one, it was running. I got off two rounds, levering the shells into the chamber as fast as I could but hitting a Coyote running flat out at 120 yards is not an easy thing to do. The second one vanished into the bramble bushes. I hopped onto the Honda and rode out to collect the pup. When I pulled up and shut off the engine, I saw it was still moving, it's hind leg twitching. I reached up and pulled my .45 caliber pistol I keep strapped to the handlebars, walked over to the animal. Just as I sighted to finish it off, it opened it's eyes and looked at me. It was a very young animal, probably less than a dozen pounds. I stood there and just could not fire the weapon. Glancing down, I could see it was a male, but it was so small I suddenly did not want to kill it. I expected the animal to leap up and run but it didn't, it just lay there, panting. Reaching down, I grabbed it right behind the head, getting a good grip. Coyotes can nearly turn inside their own hide and bite, those fangs were serious. Even as a baby, the thing of course had very sharp teeth. But it hung from my hand, limp as a dishrag. I had a roll of tape in the back of my ATV, I reached in and used it to tape the animal's mouth shut so it could not bite. Then I taped it's hind feet. I had already spotted the bloody slash across the back of it's skull, the round had skimmed bone but that was all. Why, I do not know to this day but I loaded the critter onto the back of my bike and headed for the house. I made it maybe 20 feet and all hell broke loose! The thing managed to lunge enough to throw itself off the machine onto the ground, then even with it's mouth taped shut and only it's front feet free it was snarling and trying to run. I had to chase it, using just it's front feet and trying to bound with it's rear legs, it took off at a pretty good clip. I grabbed it again and taped it's other feet, then used more tape to hold it down on the back of my machine. Lord was that thing snarling. It sounded like it it could get loose it would happily try to kill me. "There, you little bastard!" I said, as it glared at me with one eye. Back at the house, I put it in the pen I used for my Border Collies until they are trained enough to trust. The bottom edge of the woven wire is buried so they can't dig out, and high enough they can't get over it. Getting the tape off of it was interesting, after I found some ointment and coated the two inch long gash in it's head. Finally I used my pocket knife while wearing a set of welder's gloves. It bit at me several times, once even piercing the glove, drawing blood. I think it knew it got me, because it then retreated to a corner, looking at me with a satisfied expression. I put in some food and water, not sure if it would have anything to do with that since my smell was on it, then I went up to the house and left it alone. Four long days went by, each day I went down and just sat there, speaking softly, letting it get used to me. All it did was stay in a tight little ball, jammed into a corner, those eyes never left me. I named it Slash because of the now fast healing scar across the back of it's skull. I had thought of naming it Yoti the Coyote but that sounded silly. Usually a wild animal caught like that just lays down and dies, it is what I expected it to do. Stubborn, I kept up the visits, moving slowly, speaking softly. Those eyes never stopped staring at me. The fourth day, I saw it had drank some of the water. By the eighth day, it ate some of the food. After three weeks, I could look out the window at the pen, Slash was now moving around, obviously looking for a way out. Holes appeared alongside the fence line, but I had buried the wire deeply, even curling it backwards under the earth. Then I saw one of my Collies approach the pen, at first Slash retreated. The Collie left, then returned again. Finally one day they stood on each side of the wire and sniffed noses. The Collie I called Jen was a big 40 pound female and more or less the boss around the house, and she had two pups of her own. I always thought that maybe, just maybe that was the key? Things progressed until Slash no longer ran to a corner when I approached, the day he ate right in front of me was a great success. By the end of six months, he would let me pet him without instantly turning to bite. Using the food as a reward, I began to require Slash to do something to earn each bite. That took a very long time, then finally one day I saw his eyes change when I gave the command to sit and he plopped his rear down on his own. Those eyes still watched me intently, but now the expression seemed to be one of curiosity rather than fear. One day we were out in my training field, I had it surrounded by wire so it couldn't get out. I keep a half dozen of the older ewes in there. They know what to do when they see the Collies, so quickly the dogs understand what my whistles and hand motions mean, plus the ewes give them a little help. I let Slash off of the lease to see what would happen, he sat there and watched as the young pups I was training moved the fat Sheep back and forth. Just one week of that and I took Slash out there alone, he and I and the six ewes. I gave the whistle that tells the Collies to go out around and move the ewes to the portable corral, Slash took off like a shot and in no time had the ewes in there. Of course, at the sound of my whistle the ewes would have done it by themselves but Slash went right to the position he needed to be in, copying exactly what my Collies did. "Well, I'll be damned." I mumbled to myself, handing him a little treat as his reward. Glancing down, I saw Slash looking up at me with what I took to be a satisfied expression. There was a moment there, it can't be explained. Slash and I had formed some kind of crazy bond. At the end of a full year Slash slept at the foot of my bed. I had never even allowed the Collies to do that, those are not pets, they are tools. What was Slash? I have to say I just do not know. A friend, perhaps? +++ Word got around, in our area of the world most of the other ranchers run Sheep, a few cattle. One day I was sitting on the porch and I looked up to see Henry Wilcox coming down my road in his impossibly dirty green Chevrolet pickup. Slash retreated long before he came into sight, just like he did when Sherry, our mail lady came by, or the meter reader, anyone at all that was not me. Slash hid from everyone. "Hello, Dan." Henry climbed out. Henry was around 70 years old or so, he had two steel legs which one would think would slow a man down but it sure didn't seem to. "Henry. Good to see you! Grab a beer, there is some in the cooler." I waved at the small ice chest I had sitting on the porch. Henry made that odd looking swing of his hips as he set first one foot on the step, then swung up, then the other foot and repeated the motion. Walking on flat ground you couldn't really tell he had artificial legs, but climbing he of course had to find his balance at each step. "What's this I hear you been raising a damned Coyote?" He asked, the moment he sat down. Henry was not known at all for beating around any bushes, he was a gruff and no nonsense kind of guy. Of course he had Arthritis in every joint, and a perpetual scowl that made folks that don't know him think he was mad at them. "Yea, just a pup. I have him tamed." "Ain't no way in hell you can tame one of them filthy things." Henry tipped back his can of beer and drank half of it in one pull. "Seems like I can." I told him. "Where is it then?" Henry demanded. "Under the porch, he doesn't like strangers much." "Under the porch? You mean, right here?" "Yea." "Jesus Christ, Dan. You need to get rid of the fucking thing, next thing I know it will be sneaking over and killing my lambs." "Naw. I already have Slash running with my dogs. He knows about Sheep." "Yea, sure. Reason I am here, I lost four head over the last week." Henry's tone went bitter. "It isn't Slash, he sleeps inside in my bedroom." I told him. "Yea, well, I see it I will put a bullet into it." Henry growled. "If he gets over there, you go right ahead and do that, but if he is on my side you best be careful I don't see that." I told him. "I will shoot every fucking Coyote I see!" Henry snorted, setting down the empty can. He got up and made his way carefully down my steps. "I mean it, Dan." He said, stopping at his truck. "Well, I just told you, Henry. You be staying off my land, Slash isn't going to give you any troubles." Henry glared at me but got into his truck and left. +++ It was only about a week later, Slash and I were headed to the barn to put out grain for my flock. It was getting close to time to load up this year's big lambs for market. It had been a good year, we had lost just one ewe that had gotten down on her side and was so fat she couldn't get back to her feet. I make the run twice each day and sometimes find one or two down. If I get there in time I roll them back upright and off they go, this one was down behind some brush and I missed her. While I was dealing with that Slash took off, a few seconds later I heard him tip his head back a howl. I went over there, he had found another ewe down on her side and let me know. I rolled her back upright and she took off in panic, then I reached down and patted Slash on the head. He stuck his tongue out happily. Now he walked along with me towards the barn, I glanced down at him. Coyotes don't get real big, maybe 35-40 pounds is about all. Food can be hard to come by out in the wild is why. Slash was coming up on 60 pounds and still growing. The truth was he looked to be a bit intimidating, I understood that. Lately in town there had been a few comments, local folks don't like Coyotes very much. I just figured it was none of their business. Just as we got to the barn, I saw the deputy coming down my driveway. Slash instantly headed for the porch, vanishing underneath it. But the deputy saw him since it was about 200 yards to the house. "Hi, Dan." He said, getting out. "How's things, Carl?" I asked. "About like always. You know why I am here, got a complaint." "About what?" I asked, yes, already knowing. "You raising Coyotes. They are wild animals, that is against the law." I knew about that part, and figured it would crop up sooner or later. "Hell, Carl. It's just a Coyote, and Slash is all trained. He even works my Sheep with the Collies, he won't hurt one of them." I protested. "Henry down the road says he lost four more lambs, and he says it has to be yours that is doing it." Carl looked towards the house. "Lots of Coyotes around here, Carl." I told him. "None the size of what Henry says that thing of yours is." I didn't answer. "I got to see him, Dan." Carl said finally after sizing me up. "All right. But I need you to get back in your truck." Carl looked at me but went over and got in. I walked over to the porch, it took a bit of coaxing but Slash finally came out. I could tell he was extremely nervous, he kept glancing over to where Carl was. I walked him to the training pen, put him in and shut the door. Then I waved over to Carl. The moment he got out, Slash retreated to the far corner and turned to face him. As Carl walked up, Slash bared his teeth. "Man, he is big, isn't he? He don't look very damned friendly, either." "He is friendly with me." I looked at Slash, told him to sit. He instantly sat down, but kept his teeth bared. "So. You say he doesn't ever get out?" Carl asked. "He is free to come and go as he pleases, he just always stays with me." I told him. "I thought you said he never gets out?" "I said he just never leaves my side, unless someone comes around. Like I said, he isn't my Coyote, he just hangs around because he wants to." That was a very lame explanation, I knew, but it was the best excuse I could come up with. I mean, if a wild animal sticks around because it wants to, is that my fault? "Dan, we have to pick him up. We have to stop this, Henry is raising hell." "Fuck Henry, Slash isn't causing any troubles." I told him, getting a sick feeling. But there wasn't a damn thing in the world I could do about what I knew was going to happen. +++ That afternoon, a crew showed up. They ended up shooting Slash with a dart gun. I guess the best description is that I was mad as an old wet hen. They were all eyeballing me, I had my pistol strapped onto my hip but managed to keep enough control to not start using it when I saw Slash go down. Slash trusted me fro some reason and I felt like I had let him down. They were smart enough to put Slash in a cage all by himself but it was terribly small. I drove down and talked to him but he was not responding well. "I will get you out of here, Slash." I told him. His dark eyes looked at me, it almost broke my heart. Over the next few weeks, I had to drive into town every day to feed him, Slash refused to touch anything that anyone else gave him. Plus everyone had to leave the room, if anyone else was nearby he would not feed, would not respond except to display his teeth. They would not let me in the cage with him, but I could touch him though the bars. After a few days, he came willingly to me, even licked my hand. I kept telling him I was going to get him out of there, it was almost like that calmed him down, like he understood? Probably just my familiar soft tone of voice of course but I felt like that. Every day I had to leave to care for my own animals, then I hired a crew that year to haul my lambs to market. Finally came the day of the court hearing. +++ The surprise was it went fairly quickly, I spoke about how Slash and I had become friends, how he worked my flock just like my dogs did. I didn't mention that I had first shot him, not wanting to give them any ideas. The key was when I explained that the animal was free to come and go as he pleased, so it was not me keeping a wild creature against the law, he stayed because it was his choice. "You feed him, don't you?" I was asked. "I put food out for my dogs, if the animal wants to come in and join them it's no different than if any Coyote sneaked in and found the food dish." "He is feeding that thing!" Old Henry yelled out but the judge shushed him. "It's no different than if a Deer comes down into your garden!" I retorted loudly, getting myself shushed. That was a bit of a reach but I saw the judge nod his head. "There is no evidence that this animal has harmed any livestock at all. So I can't order it destroyed." The judge said. "I order the State to release the animal back into the wild." The judge looked at me, then banged his gavel. I was miserable and happy at the same time on the way home that night. I had lost a friend that I had crazily become attached to, but I had managed to save his life. +++ Where they took Slash, I have no idea. They refused to tell me. But at least they didn't put him down. I went back to my ranch, back to my work. Winter came and went, then it was Spring and the early lambs arrived. By the middle of Summer, I took stock of things. I had lost just one Lamb, that one was taken by Buzzards that had come down on a ewe in labor. Coyote Girl The day had been a long one, and the night was proving to be just as good. Sarah arrived in town with her new friends. Dressed in her leather knee-highs, short tartan skirt, and black top, she was out to impress. Not knowing the area, she let her friend guide her around. By 11pm she was alittle tipsy and ready for some action. Her friend led her into the local pub and pushed her way through the crowd to the bar. Sarah scanned the crowds hoping to get some attention, then she saw her. Long brown hair, smiling blue eyes, and a cheeky grin on her face. She stood on the bar with two other girls, dressed in black leather chaps, a leather g-string and bra, and a cowboy hat. It was Coyote Girls night. She danced in time with “One Way Or Another”, her full hips swaying from side to side. Sarah was mesmerized. With each movement, Sarah could feel her pussy getting wetter. She crossed her legs and squeezed them together, enjoying the sensations running through her body. The girls turned and bent over, their arses open for all to see. The crowd let out a roar as the men began to surge forward. Sarah licked her lips, suddenly hungry for something to fill her. The girl turned to face the crowd. Sarah looked up into her eyes, watching her face. Her full lips curved into a smile as she looked out at the sea of men before her. Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off her. As the song finished, the girls left the bar. Sarah followed, surprised her legs would move, feeling her own g-string damp against her pussy. She walked to the end of the bar and watched the girls disappear behind a curtain. Disappointed, she turned to leave when a hand grasped hers. Looking around, she found herself staring into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. The girl smiled that cheeky smile that had originally caught her eye. “I saw you watching me.” Sarah smiled, happy to have been noticed. The girl led Sarah back to the curtain, stopping just before going in. “Why were you staring at me?” Sarah breathed deeply, “Because I think you’re hot.” “How hot?” Sarah pushed the girl against the wall behind her and leaned her body against hers. Their breasts rubbed together, their nipples hardening. Sarah felt a fresh gush of juice escape her pussy. “This hot,” She breathed. Her mouth was inches from the girl’s. She could feel her heart beat quicken. The girl closed her eyes, her lips parted invitingly. Sarah needed no instruction; she pressed her lips to the girl’s, feeling their softness. She parted her own lips as the girl pushed her tongue into Sarah’s mouth, tasting her. Sarah moved her hands over the girl’s hips, up over her flat stomach, resting on her clothed breasts. The girl moaned against her lips as Sarah squeezed her nipples between her fingers. The girl moved her hands over Sarah. One hand finding its way to her head, her fingers entwining in Sarah’s hair. The other moved down over Sarah’s hips, finally resting on her thigh. Their kiss became more passionate as each explored the other’s mouth and body. Sarah worked her fingers under the girl’s bra, cupping and squeezing her firm breasts, feeling the girl arch her back at the touch. The girl slid her hand up, under Sarah’s skirt, resting against her damp g-string, a finger working its way under the cloth to caress her slit. Sarah shuddered, moving one leg forward to open her pussy, resting her leg between the girl’s legs. Sarah felt her legs grow weak, and stepped back from the girl, her hands still on the girl’s breasts, the girl’s hand leaving her pussy. The girl opened her eyes and gasped, noticing the men that had gathered at the end of the bar to watch them. Sarah turned and observed the group. Mouths open, clearly panting at the sight before them. Sarah recognized one of the men. Her pussy contracted at the sight of the familiar bulge in his pants, a bulge that matched those around him. Looking into his eyes, she smiled, turned her head to one side, and subtly motioned for him to come down. She turned back to the girl and smiled. The girl took her hand once more and led her behind the curtain to a table against the wall. Standing with the girl against the table, Sarah resumed the kiss, entangling her fingers in the girl’s long hair, pulling their heads closer together, driving her tongue deeper into the girl, tasting her. The girl lifted Sarah’s skirt and placed her hand on her groin once again. Her finger slipped under Sarah’s panties, finding her pussy slick with juices. She slid over her lips, finding her opening, and plunged a finger deep within her. Sarah moaned and spread her legs further apart, allowing the girl more access. She used it, pushing a second finger into her. Sarah returned her hands to the girl’s breasts, massaging them feverishly, pulling and taunting her nipples. Their lips parted, allowing Sarah to groan as the girl began driving her fingers in and out of her pussy, her palm grinding on her clit. Sarah was dripping wet. She pushed the girl onto the table, leaning her back against the wall. Her mouth traveled down the girl’s neck, nibbling at her sweet skin. Reaching into her bra, Sarah released a breast, her tongue flickering over the hard nipple as she sucked the full breast into her mouth. The girl gasped and fumbled for Sarah’s breasts, her fingers pinching the nipples. Sarah pushed the hands away and moved lower. Her lips moved over the girl’s stomach, and down to her leather clad pussy. Bending right over now, Sarah pulled the wet g-string to one side, and breathed in the scent of the girl. Her pussy glistened with excitement. One hand pushing her legs open, the other holding the g-string to one side, Sarah delicately licked the girl’s pussy. Her tongue slid deep into her opening, traveling over her lips, and pressing against her clit. The girl’s hands fled to Sarah’s head, holding her in her pussy. She spread her legs wide, bringing her feet up onto the table, opening herself up. Sarah removed her hand from the girl’s thigh, placing it between her own legs. Pushing the soaked fabric of her g-string to one side, she slid first one, then two fingers into her hungry pussy. As she began moving her fingers in and out of herself, her tongue danced over the girl’s clit. She sucked the bud into her mouth, rolling it between her lips, feeling the girl jump with each touch. Suddenly a hand covered hers, “Let me do this.” Sarah recognized the deep voice and willingly obliged. She removed her fingers from her pussy, feeling two other fingers drive into her. She moaned into the girl’s pussy, her tongue lapping faster on her clit. She could feel the girl was close and slowed her teasing, bringing her fingers up to play at the entrance of her pussy. She guided her finger around, but did not slide in. The girl pleaded with her. The fingers inside Sarah began pumping deep into her pussy, his other hand finding her clit, rubbing it hard. Sarah pushed back onto the fingers, pushing them further into her, the hand on her clit rubbing faster. She was close. He leaned over her back, she could feel his hard cock against her arse, “Do you have anything?” Without missing a beat, Sarah moved her purse to her back. She felt him remove a condom, heard the wrapper open, and imagined him rolling it over his hard cock. Her finger returned to the girl’s pussy, barely touching. Her tongue lightly tapped her clit. The girl pushed her hips forward, begging Sarah to enter her. Sarah felt the cock at her pussy, strong muscular hands grabbed her hips. He drove his cock into her, his balls slapping her clit with the force of it. Sarah slid her finger into the girl, tapping the inner wall of her pussy as her tongue beat the rhythm on her clit. The cock inside Sarah swelled, and began moving in and out of her snug hole. She closed her legs slightly, allowing her muscles to firmly grasp his cock. He moaned. The girl’s pants became louder. Sarah pumped her finger harder, faster, deeper into her pussy, her tongue flickering over her clit. She felt the girl’s body tense before a scream escaped her lips, and a rush of juices ran over her fingers. At the sound of the girl cuming, he drove his cock harder into her. His balls teasing her clit. Sarah lapped at he girl’s pussy as her own body shook with her orgasm. He thrust himself into her convulsing pussy, his hot cum exploding from his penis. Her pussy grabbed him snuggly, milking him. The girl moved a hand under Sarah’s chin, pulling her face up to hers. They kissed, the girl tasting herself in Sarah’s mouth. He removed his spent cock from her soaked pussy, discarding the condom. He bent on one knee and delicately lapped her pussy. Sarah shuddered at the touch of his tongue, her own tongue licking the girl’s lips. After a moment he rose and left. Sarah repositioned her g-string, kissed the girl one last time, and returned to the bar, a satisfied grin on her face. Coyote Ugly Alcohol will make you do strange things. As I woke from what must have been a near coma I felt for a moment as if I were a lucky man. Looking past the pounding headache that I knew would have to be endured I beamed a little as I felt the warm, smooth thigh of a woman brushing against the back of my legs. I slid my left hand behind me and quickly found the warm, hairy crotch of my partner from last night. "Damn, I got laid!" I thought to myself as I gently stroked my fingers through her soft but slightly matted pubic hair. To say the least it was sort of a relief to me that I had finally broken a record breaking dry spell. As I had approached and then arrived at middle age my sex life had hit a wall. I had tried to mask my age with the usual ridiculous rituals such as coloring my graying hair and shaving my whitening beard. In my eyes I still had some game left in me but if I did I could not find anyone who wanted to play with me. Several times during this spell I had cursed some of my earlier relationship decisions, second thinking at least two relationships that would have ended in marriage. Of course every time I had these thoughts all I had to do was talk to my married friends who were not getting any more sex than I was and would realize that I had made the best choices after all. I have to admit that I am too self centered to share my space with another person. It was a good moment indeed for me since it had been months since I had even gotten close to getting laid let alone actually gotten some pussy. My dilemma was that I did not remember the whole thing at all. I remembered going to a new bar close to my apartment and flirting with a few women as I drank my usual shots of scotch but did not remember much else. I laid there for a few moments stroking her warm pussy which was now starting to become slick with her juices and she began to softly moan. As I stroked her my mind was racing with a troubling thought, "what was her name?" Even as I was excited at the present scenario I was also troubled by gravity of this situation. I did not know her name, Hell; I didn't even know what she looked like. I tried to come up with sly ways of glazing over the situation if the subject came up, my mind was racing with these scenarios as my fingers were racing through the ever more moist pubic hairs and slipping past her growing clit as my finger slipped into her tight slit causing her to twitch a little. As I slipped into her moist slit she moved her head closer to the back of my neck and softly kissed it. My groin twinged as she did and I could feel her warm breath sweep across my neck and towards my ear, my dick was beginning to throb with the rhythm of my heartbeat as I felt her chin slip up my neck until her mouth was right next to my ear, I could tell that she was getting turned on by her heavy breathing but I was unsure if she was awake or not. I was still wondering as she first spoke to me. "Mornin' lover!" she purred My mind was now racing with excitement, her voice was soft and oh so sexy. I could still feel the warm blasts of her sweet breath on the skin of my neck as I replied to her. "Mornin' yourself sweetie!" Without any other conversation she began to run her hand over my back and then slipped it gently between my legs from the back. I slightly moved one of my legs forward and up at which time she began to message my testicles and slipping past them to message my now wildly pulsating dick. I was really enjoying the massage I was getting from her then she stepped it up a notch and ever so slowly began to tease my asshole. The first time she did it I was shocked but the shock did not diminish my erection, it intensified it. I did not remember ever being so hard; my dick was so hard that it was almost painful. As she continued to work her magic on me I had long ago stopped servicing her with my fingers and was simply letting her do all of the work. I moaned a lot which must have pleased her since she giggled a couple of times. Her soft, sexy giggles were like music to my ears and I lay there in bliss as she worked on me. When she finally stopped stroking me I moved to roll over to face her, as I started to roll over she slipped away from me and rolled onto her back. In the dark of the early morning in my bedroom I made out the image of her legs spread with her knees facing the ceiling. I had an idea of just what she was wanting and moved between her smooth legs to eat her pussy. It had been a while since I had eaten any but I had always enjoyed it so I took this as a open invitation from her to eat hers. As I moved onto my stomach in the dark I slipped in between her smooth, inviting legs. I began to lick the insides of her thighs as I moved closer to her moist, hairy slit. After a moment of teasing I slipped my tongue between the folds of her womanhood and searched for her clit. As I brushed past it the first time she moaned and for a brief moment closed her legs against the sides of my head like a velvety clamp but within seconds she relaxed and spread her legs as far as possible to give me full access to her pussy. As she did this I drove my tongue down the entire length of her warm, moist slit until I reached the bottom of it and then after taking a deep breath I began to use all of my skills on her. Almost immediately she began to push my head into her snatch, she was rocking her hips very fast and it felt as if she was humping my face with her warm cunt. I drove up and down her slit numerous times and could tell that she was enjoying the ride. As her hips began to thrust erratically and she began to almost scream out in ecstasy I felt the warm stream of her juices begin to run from the lips I was suckling and knew she was about to "get off" big time. As I continued to tongue fuck her I was dry humping the sheets rubbing my rock hard dick across them, if she had lasted much longer I probably would have come on the sheets, I was that worked up. When her orgasm hit it was like riding an ocean wake of humping, moaning and screaming as she glazed the bottom part of my face with the juices now streaming from her pussy lips. "Oh God" she screamed between rhythmic grunts. She tightened her lags against my head again and began to thrash about from side to side as if she were trying to escape but did not really want to. I did not let up at all and within seconds I could feel the ripples of her orgasm explode against my face. "Yes...Yes...Oh God Yes!" she screamed as her orgasm swept over her. As her hips slowed she released my head from its delightful prison and dropped her still slightly trembling legs to the now crumpled sheets. We were both breathing heavily and I was still in my position above her saliva slick mound. I could feel the warmth coming from it like a heater. For a second I lay there between her legs in the dark and gloated before the scary thought that I still did not know who I was in bed with washed over me again. I was still pondering the ramifications of the situation I was in when she spoke again in a soft, breathless voice. "Come here lover, I want your dick in me!" Never being a man to turn down an offer like that I began to lift myself from the junction of her wide spread legs and began to explore her body as I moved up. In the morning light that was starting to stream through the drapes I could see that she had a nice body, not a lot of flab around the middle I discovered as I slipped my tongue across her belly button, "an inny" I grinned to my self, I liked those best. As my tongue continued it's odyssey of discovery it moved up and down with the deep breaths she was still having and the warm feeling I was having as she ran her fingers through my hair. As I passed her upper stomach I arrived at the crease formed by her breasts rising from her body, I was thrilled to find that she was not very flat chested. If I had to guessed they were at least 36 C's, maybe D', it was a little hard to tell with only my tongue to measure with. I could tell though that they drooped a bit to the side so I was assuming that my new lover was in her 30's, just starting to lose a little body tone. I spent a couple of moments massaging her tits and teasing her nipples with my tongue and a hand cupped under one of them, she responded by stroking my hip and trying to reach my now throbbing dick. As I slipped further up above her tits with my tongue my pecker inched closer to her still sopping cunt. As I reached the base of her neck with my tongue I glanced up at her chin and was amused to find that she appeared to be panting in short breaths. I could not ever remember having a woman this worked up in years. I deliberately began to slide my throbbing hips up the sheets. As I positioned my dick close to her pussy in the early morning light I could feel the same heat, like a furnace, that my tongue had experienced moments ago and knew that I was exactly where I wanted to be. I nestled the equally warm head of my dick against it until I could feel the warm, moistness of the opening pressing against the head of my ever more throbbing member. I took a deep breath and pushed myself up with my arms and pushed my hips forward. When I thrust my hips forward two things happened, my dick buried itself effortsly into her cunt, I felt the warm folds of her vagina lips surround my dick as I came to a halt after burying myself into her, at the same time as my senses were racing furiously I took a deep breath and then sighed. At this point I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. The sun had now risen to the point that the room was filling with sunlight and I smiled. As I smiled I gazed down from the ceiling and gazed on my new lover's face for the first time. For a moment I froze, stopped humping her in mid stroke and gazed at her in stunned disbelief. She was the ugliest human being I had ever laid eyes on. My first reaction was shock, my next one was to close my eyes and keep humping her. She looked a lot older than she probably was. Her completion was rough and looked extremely weathered. There were several noticeable scars on her face that appeared to be from a knife fight. If she had been a dog I probably would have considered "putting her down". She smiled up at me and I could clearly see that she was missing several teeth and the ones that were still there were a mess. I forced a smile and continued to slip in and out of her warm pussy, after all I am a man and it had been a while but I was glad no one could see what was happening here. I have enough problems getting laid without the gossip of this kind of thing getting around; if it did I would be a laughing stock in my circle of friends. Rushing through my head were several thoughts, "What in the hell was I thinking?" and "did anyone see me pick her up?" Luckily it was a new bar and I did not remember seeing anyone I knew so I made a mental note to never return there. I closed my eyes and turned my face back to the ceiling and moaned, partly to cover the fact that I was repulsed by her looks from her and partly because it was still pussy and I will admit right now it was the best pussy I have ever had. As her hips thrust at me over and over the muscles in her cunt softly messaged the shaft of my dick, I was impressed. After a couple of minutes of humping her my mind began to rationalize the situation, with my eyes closed I could feel good about the situation, We slow fucked for about five minutes before I opened my eyes again and gazed at her again, "my God, what was I thinking?" ran through my mind as I closed my eyes and kept moving my penis in and out of her. "Coyote ugly!" came to my mind and it seemed to sum up the situation. Coyote ugly was an old joke term about waking up the morning after and finding a woman so ugly sleeping on your arm that you would rather chew off your arm than wake her up to leave. I simply kept my eyes closed and we continued to hump each other like a couple of dogs in heat. After about ten minutes of screwing I began to violently bang into her, maybe out of anger or spite, but if either was the reason it was in vain because it only seemed to turn her on more. We were fucking like a couple of sex maniacs on a bender. I was driving so violently into her warm, hot pussy that I could feel a jarring feeling like a punch in the balls every time I slammed the base of my now sore, raw dick into her cunt. She was breathing hard and screaming like an animal when I buried myself into her for the last time and pinned her hips to the bed as several waves of cum shot up the shaft of my dick and splattered into the walls of her still pumping cunt. I am not sure if she had an orgasm that time or not and I was afraid to ask. I felt a bit of shame at my reaction to her looks but as far as I could tell she was still in the dark about my feelings. I tightly held her down until the spasms in my balls and shaft began to subside then with my eyes still closed I slipped off of her and rolled back onto the bed. I did not open my eyes again until I was facing the wall with my back to her. "Baby, that was even better than the first time!" she purred to me as she came to a rest on her side facing my back again. I moaned a response but no words, what could I say to her? She was hideously ugly. As we lay there silently she began running her hand down my side and giving me a pat on the ass. I felt like a heel, she still had no Idea that I was repulsed by her looks and had only slept with her for the sex. The more I thought about the sex and the more she caressed my body the more I began to once again get aroused. If I had any character at all I would have turned to her and been honest but I did not, I continued to let her stroke me. Maybe I was hoping she would leave. Apparently she had no plans at all of going anywhere but back to my crotch. With my eyes closed I began to drift off into a dream state, I must have dozed off for a few minutes because I suddenly snapped back to wide awake as she was once again slipping a hand between my legs and I was moving to give her access to my testicles and once again swelling penis. I moaned loudly as she raked her fingernails across my scrotum just hard enough to make me twinge and grow even harder. I snarled more than cringed as she passed my balls and began to slip a finger into my asshole which of course made me even harder. I could feel my balls and the shaft of my dick burn with the heat of my seed and simply surrendered myself to the situation. As soon as I lay still I felt her sit across my lap and quickly slip my dick into her cunt that was still slick from the load I had already deposited there. It was clear that she was in control at the moment and that this was not going to last long. Each pump of her hips was met with a thrust of mine and we quickly established a rhythm. The squishing sounds we were making filled the room and besides a lot of grunts neither of us was saying anything. As we progressed I began to run my hands over her torso paying special attention to her luscious breasts, between thrusts I was stroking my thumbs across her erect nipples which soon had her not only rocking back and forth but also thrashing and rotating her hips wildly until she had a racking orgasm. There was no mistaking the fact this time; she definitely had a big orgasm. I continued to pump into her for the few moments after her eruption until she recovered her senses and began to thrust back. As I neared my second orgasm I still had my eyes tightly closed and many thoughts ran through my mind. I still did not know her name but with each thrust I got closer to wanting to know it. I could think of worse things in life than her looks, after all right now would be a bad time for any of my friends to show up, how would I explain this to them?