Posted by archer on May 27, 2006 at 19:01:08:
…Mike pulled his Land Rover into the wooded area across the street from Barbanne’s house, following the dirt road to a small clearing He parked the vehicle and slowly opened the tailgate. He withdrew a long case, his groin filled with the tension of his throbbing erection in anticipation the shot he was about to make.
He thought back to the night before as he and Barbanne had cuddled together, watching the murder mystery. He knew that the hitman was going to kill the female whistleblower with a hunting arrow and could not hide the bulge of his erection stretching his pants as he anticipated the kill scene. He wondered if he should tell her about his arrow fetish, but wondered if she would think he was a pervert – but worse, be frightened of him. Can’t risk that, he thought, she’s too good a fuck…I’ll let her keep thinking she is the reason I’m so hard…
She had tried to distract him from the movie, opening his zipper and letting his erection spring free. He responded by slipping his left hand inside the waistband of her slacks, and quickly finding the creamy wetness that he had smelled.
“Mmmmmmmmm…” he had moaned as she slowly stroked the length of his hard penis. Just at that moment the woman in the movie gasped and jerked with a hunting arrow between her breasts. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh Barb…….” He had groaned as his orgasm spurted hot semen over her gripping hand…
“Yessss! Yesssssssss….” Barbanne had responded, almost as an echo, as he felt her squirming, the pulsations of her tight pussy gripping his invading finger. Oh, I wish I were her, she had thought, if he only knew…
…He awakened from his reverie and took the recurve bow out of the case and removed a double bladed hunting arrow from the quiver. He had thought about the dying girl in the movie all night, and had to do that to Barbanne. He squirmed and moaned as he nocked the arrow, thinking about what the arrow would do to her heart. She will live just long enough to know it has hit its mark, he thought. He wondered how she would react…
…Mike was awakened from his series of daydreams by the sound of her front door across the street opening. “Oh Barb…” he moaned at the sight of how perfectly she was dressed. She was wearing red slacks and a tight white blouse that made her breasts protrude enough to give him a perfect target area. He noticed just a little cleavage, moaning at the sight. She was wearing bright red lipstick and just enough rouge to drive him crazy with lust. The wind picked up a little, giving him the scent of the rose-like fragrance of her cologne. He slowly drew back the bowstring as she slowly walked down the steps from her porch toward her car…
He had dated her long enough to know her exact routine. She habitually stopped next to her car to take her keys from her purse, facing his direction. It would be perfect – all he needed as about a half second, and she normally stood there for several seconds, depending how long it took her to find her keys.
Today was even better. She not only stopped by the side of the car, but looked around nervously, as if she knew he was there. Yes, Barb, here I am and you are about to get an arrow through your heart, he thought, his erection feeling as if it were about to explode.
The bowstring slipped from his fingertips, the arrow streaking toward its target…
“Ogghhhhhhhh!” Barbanne groaned as she arched her back, the long feathered shaft protruding from a dark red stain between her breasts.
Perfect, Mike thought as he lost control and his hard penis pulsated and spurted with the intensity of his orgasm. “Ohhhhhhhhhh Barb yesssssss!” he groaned...
Mike watched as Barbanne slowly dropped to her knees, her left had grasping the feathered shaft that had pierced her heart. “Ohhhhh nnooooooo….” she moaned, staring in disbelief at the arrow that was rapidly ending her life.
Then something strange happened. He saw her look toward the woods and suddenly that look of intense pleasure crossed her face, the familiar look of her orgasm, her right hand slowly coming up to join her left clutching the shaft. Then her eyes glazed and she rolled over on her back with a gasp. He wondered if she had enjoyed those last seconds - no, it couldn’t be, it was just wishful thinking.
“Oh Barb, you are incredible,” he said barely above a whisper, but realized that he had to act quickly. He threw his bow into the back seat of the Land Rover and climbed back into the vehicle. He started the engine, barely able to keep his hands on the wheel as the thought of Barbanne lying in her driveway, the arrow still quivering in the spreading bloodstain between her breasts.
He backed the truck into the driveway just to the left of her car so that she would not be visible from the road. He shut down the engine and pushed the tailgate release button on the console. The back seat was already folded down so that he would have plenty of room for her lifeless body…
Mike raised the tailgate, then stood over Barbanne. She looked so beautiful in death, so vulnerable, and more arousing than she had ever been with his hunting arrow protruding from her white blouse, now stained dark red with her blood. He again felt his erection throbbing as if it were about to explode. “Got you, Barb, just like that bitch in the movie,” he said aloud. “Hope it was as hot for you as it was for me,” he quipped with an evil smile.
He then realized that he was so incredibly aroused at the sight of Barbanne pierced with his arrow that he could not wait to take her back to his house. Why not, he thought. This was the last house on the street, with several vacant lots grown tall with weeds separating it from the next home. It was late in the afternoon, so the letter carrier had already been by. And no one could see them from the street, but he would have plenty of time to hide her if a vehicle approached.
He knelt between her legs, noticing that her slacks were dark and wet, the smell of her freshly released urine arousing him even more. “Naughty girl, wetting yourself,” he chuckled as he noticed the small puddle under her. Then another familiar smell pierced his nostrils. He reached inside the waistband of her slacks and panties, sliding the garments down and reaching her mound. Her labia were swollen and - yes, she was wet with musk. Yes, despite the pain, she had found her death by his arrow arousing…