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"The Hunter"
By
Michael Shuler
I worked my way up Tucker Gulch and stopped for a rest. I
knew the stream was clean enough to drink from. I filled my hand
and drank several times until I felt sated.
It was another brilliantly beautiful Montana autumn day.
Some people were worried about a drought, with so much clear,
beautiful weather. But not me. I had seen it as dry as this
before, just before the winter storms cluttered the mountains
with mounds of snow and brought everything back to normal.
Either way, it was not going to ruin my hunting. My wife hated
hunting and always scream when I went. Now that wasn't a
problem, because I had divorced her. I could hunt all I wanted.
The problem was, I hadn't found any deer for the past two days.
I was ready to go back to my RV and make lunch, then sleep until
evening. Nothing would be moving now.
I stood and lifted my gun. My eyes bugged out in wonder. I
licked my lips and snuck silently closer, using a screen of
bushes to shield my movements.
A flash of red caught my eyes. A flash of red in the woods
during hunting season is not unique, red is the color worn by
hunters. But unless this woman had lost most of her gear, she
was no hunter. She was bare ass naked except for a fishnet type
of bodysuit. I imagine that she had decided to take a bath in
the stream, although it would be deathly cold. But she was
taking no bath now. She was sitting on top of a lichen covered
rock, rubbing her pussy against it.
I moved around the bushes and started making my way through
the woods. It took only a few minutes to creep close to the
batty blonde. That was one lucky rock she was humping. She was
all of 35 years old and not bad looking for her age. I sat my
rifle against a tree and took a seat on a downed tree. With my
legs swinging and a gleeful smile on my face, I watched her
humping the rock, then occasionally placing a hand between her
legs to worry her clit a little. God this was exciting. My cock
was throbbing in my pants.
"What the fuck are you looking at?!" she suddenly demanded.
I was caught off guard. I slid down to the ground and moved
closer. I expected her to cover up with a squeal of
embarassment, but she sat with all the composer of a veteran
barmaid. The first thing I noticed was the weird bodysuit was
crotchless. How handy. The second thing I noticed were her cute
little breasts. They would have looked good on an 18 year old,
and they certainly looked good on her. As I got closer I found
that she looked a bit used up, but those breasts were certainly
perfect.
"Well?" she demanded.
"Need any help?" I was proud of my comeback. She gave me a
stony stare as I approached. When I stepped into reach she
lunged forward and grabbed my belt. I began unbuttoning my shirt
as she tore my pants open. She slid a slender hand into my pants
and pulled my cock out.
I sat on the rocky ground and she pushed me back. She
grabbed my cock and began milking it in her hand.
"I'm Chet," I said nervously.
"Tami," she said as she concentrated on my cock.
"Wha... what are you doing out here?" I stammered, at a loss
for words.
"Why?" she demanded.
"Huh?" I said in confusion, taken aback by her
abruptness.
"Why would you give a shit?" she insisted. "With me sitting
her stroking your cock, why in the fuck would you care why I'm
here?" she said with some heat.
"Uh, no reason," I said nervously.
She bent forward wordlessly and clamped her mouth over my
growing cock. It felt fucking wonderful. There is no way to
describe the heat and pleasure a man feels when a hot, moist
mouth closes on his penis. It's a mystical experience. And the
heat of her mouth seemed to be exceptional. Maybe it was because
of the coolness of the autumn afternoon, or the cool mist from
the stream. Either way it was the most memorable first contact I
could ever remember.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard a blue jay
calling from the nearby trees. The low rumble of water cascading
over rocks drown out most sounds. Occasionally I heard a wet
smack of her lips as she pulled them off the head of my penis.
Otherwise I just sat there luxuriating in the brilliant heat
being generated in my crotch.
"That is so fucking wonderful," I gasped, looking down at
her. She stopped and looked up. Without a word she turned and
sat her ass in my face. She slid back until her pussy was
touching my mouth. I smiled shortly, then filled my mouth with
her blonde pussy. I noted without thinking, that she was
smoothly shaved. Good, I liked a shaved pussy.
I sucked the lips of her pussy into her mouth as I lashed
each one with my tongue. She moaned, the first natural sound she
had made. I extended my long tongue and flicked it from the top
of her pussy envelope to the bottom with blinding speed. This
was a trick I had learned somewhere during my the past 40 years.
Women loved this. At least they had up until now. She wasn't
satisfied with my flickering tongue, she mashed her pussy down
hard against my mouth and waited. I slid my tongue up into her
pussy canal and tasted her sweetness. She moaned again, so I
took it for granted this was what she wanted. I sucked almost
brutally, while I flicked my tongue up inside her. From her
position my mouth literally filled with pussy juice. No problem,
I had tasted worse.
She leaned down and took my cock into her mouth again, while
I feasted on her swollen pussy. This was more like it. I was
getting really hot now. There was a burning liquid fire churning
in my balls. I knew it wouldn't be long until I exploded.
Her lips remained still while her sucking mouth milked my
cock with great suction. I closed my eyes and burrowed into her
pussy with great enthusiasm. By now my face was full of her
sweet pussy juice. I had juice up my nose and coating my face.
She was sliding against my slick wet face now, riding it as she
had ridden the rock only minutes before.
To my great disappointment she released my cock and sat up,
simply enjoying my oral manipulations.
Resigned to the fact that she was going to make me earn my
fuck, I held her pussy lips open with my thumbs and lashed the
inside of her pussy good. I pressed her clit with the end of my
tongue and worried it from side to side. This elicited a
reaction from her. I stared up at her slender ass in my hands,
as I tortured her sweet pussy. On a sudden inspiration I pulled
my mouth off her pussy and applied my tongue to the rubbery
little ring of her asshole. She nearly exploded, crying out and
throwing her had back above me. I smiled into her ass as my
tongue tried to force it's way inside her. She withered and
pushed back as if to help me.
No matter how much I wished to enter her tiny ass, and I
tried repeatedly, it was too damned tight. I gave up and
returned to her pussy. I didn't know how it was possible, but
there was even more juice waiting upon my return. I licked my
way around her pussy, then worried her clit a bit longer.
She raised up off my face and straddled my body. Grabbing
my throbbing cock in her hand, she guided it into her pussy while
she sank on my lap.
I felt like screaming as my cock was forced up into her
juicy pussy. The heat was almost intolerable. The moisture and
soft skin was heavenly. She was a good fuck, there was no doubt
about that. I felt her pussy clenching my cock as it raised and
lowered on my meat. In a moment I realized that her pussy was
actually milking my cock as it moved. I had never felt this
before. God she was good.
She began bouncing on me pelvis. The wet sounds of her
pussy sliding over my cock were barely discernable over the
sounds of the stream. Her panting and moans were slightly
louder. I panted rapidly as I clenched my teeth and endured the
great pleasure I felt. The smell of her sex blended with the
spruce trees and moss around us. The moisture in the air was
almost thick enough to drink.
I moaned ever louder as her agile pussy was about to bring
about my orgasm. It seemed that we had been fucking for hours.
I held her hips in my hands and forced her down on my cock with
brutal force. She seemed to like this. She was leaning back
over my body and grunting with each thrust. She was very close
now.
I moved my hands to her tiny waist. I could feel the warmth
of her body through the fishnet. She had such a slender, sexy
body. I wanted more than just this one fuck. I wanted to see
her again and again. She was a far better fuck than my wife ever
had been. Who was she?
"Oh shit!" she shouted, rubbing her pussy forward and back
on my cock. I was afraid she would break something. I relaxed
my grip when I was sure she would not twist my cock off. I
endured her ever-rougher treatment. At the last moment she
bounced on my crotch, then stiffened and screamed. I felt my
cock pumping sperm into her quivering pussy lips. There is
something satisfying about the feeling of thick, hot cum filling
a woman's pussy. I watched her sexy little body wither above me,
then relaxed my grip on her waist as we both calmed and relaxed
after our orgasms. I wanted to lay there and bask in the
afterglow, but she sprang to her feet and grabbed her
clothes.
"Why??? Where???" I gasped in disappointment. Before I knew
it she was gone. I have told this story to a few of my closest
friends. I am told she was a ghost. An old Souix told me she
might be a forrest or water spirit. Either way, I never saw her
again.
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