Posted by TLeg Man on November 29, 2002 at 12:04:10:
"The Deer Hunt"
AUTHOR: TLeg Man
This story is a work of fantasy fiction. It is not
meant to be degrading to women or deer hunters.
1fv, firearm, fondling, necro, carrying
It was the day before thanksgiving. I was deer hunting
several ridges over from my house. I had placed
my stand up in the tree so I could overlook the whole
valley. About 9 Am; I saw movement on the other side
of the creek coming down the hill. As I looked through
my scope I could see that it was the owner's
wife Christine and their property had numerous "No
Hunting" signs posted. If she saw me she might call
the game warden and have me arrested so I just sat
still thinking about what I should do. Christine
Palmer had been my high school english teacher my
senior year. I had spent too much time lusting at
her long legs and trying to look up her skirt and
had almost failed. She always seemed to make it
tough on me. But now I had her in my sights as she
sat down on a large backless bench near the creek
and started drawing on a artist sketch pad. I
guessed she was about thirty-five now. Appeared
to have held up well since I was in her class 10
years ago.
The morning had been unevenful until now but a strange
thought suddenly entered my mind. I'd like to have
a piece of that ass. And that would never ever happen
if she was alive. As I pondered whether it would be
worth the risk; the devil won out and I raised
the rifle again and adjusted the scope elevation
for the distance to Mrs. Palmer and squeezed the
trigger. The rifle barked and I saw my 2 legged
"deer" fall backward on the bench; convulse a
few times and then she was still. Climbing down
out of the stand; I made my way down the hill
and across the creek. Christine Palmer lay on
her back on the bench with her feet on the ground.
Her blue eyes were open in a glassy death stare.
There was a large red stain on her thick sweater
between her breasts where my bullet had pierced
her heart.
I had done it so might as well check her out. My
hands lifted the bloody sweater up above her lacy
white bra that was also bloody near the wound.
I took my hunting knife and cut the bra and
removed the cups from her delicious looking
breasts. Her ample bosoms sagged to each side.
They were still warm to the touch as I squeezed
them with my hands. My hardening cock stirred
in my pants and I felt a drop of pre-cum leak
from the end of it. My hands slid down her smoothe
stomach and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.
I saw that the crotch had a large wet stain before
sliding them down over her shapely hips to her
ankles. She was clad in white lacy french-cut
panties soiled and dripping with her yellow
death urine that I also pulled to her ankles.
At this point; I pulled the pissy jeans and panties
off over her shoes; discarding the jeans
and placing the wet panties to my nose to inhale
her scent. Christine had a thick lustrious
bush of dark brown pubic hair covering her
moist cunt. I dropped to my knees and buried my
face into her pussy and stuck my tongue as
far into her crevice as possible. It still had
a lingering tinge of warmth and tasted and
smelled slightly sweet, pissy and fishy at the
same time. Such good pussy and I hadn't even
fucked it yet. But I was definitely ready to.
Christine's body was about as lubed as I could
get it. Grasping the hands; I pulled the body
across the bench so that it was all lying
flat on the bench. I removed the rest of her
clothes and shoes and now Christine Palmer
was as naked as the day she was born; except
for the rings on her finger and the pierced
earrings. Seeing the lovely icy blue dead
flesh lying there so still and available
made the lust completely overtake me.
My cock was as long and hard as I ever
remember it as I pulled down my pants and
underwear and lowered myself onto my
2 legged "deer" and slid my throbbing organ
into her until our pubic hairs meshed.
As I fucked her dead pussy; my eyes surveyed
the body beneath me. Her shoulder length
dark brown hair smelled good as I sniffed
it. Her face was very beautiful
and her eye makeup accented her blue eyes
perfectly as her cherry red lipstick did
the slightly parted lips. Her lovely tits
jiggled as I pounded my rod into her.
I sucked on her nipples as I fucked her.
She definitely had the curves and look that
turned me on. Her thighs were pale like
the rest of her except for a dark brown mole
on the inside of her left one. Christine
was the perfect lover. I didn't have to
make small talk or worry about pleasing
her. I only had to please myself and I
was doing a pretty good job of it as
I continued to screw her passionately. I wondered
if her husband realized how beautiful a body his
leggy wife still had and when was the last time
he made love to this lovely creature for what
was really the last time. But enough of that!
The head of my cock was feeling so wonderful
on each stroke as I completely withdrew
from Christine and rammed my cock into
her love canal all the way to the cervix.
My balls burned as I felt my load of hot
sticky cum shoot into her dead pussy.
I ground the base of my cock against her
unfeeling clitoris as I filled her pussy full.
Oh! That was soooo good! I withdrew and
sat back between those long shapely legs.
I'll bet they would look really sexy in a pair of
nylons. My cum was starting to drip from the
overflowing pussy and down into the crack
of her ass. That gave me an idea. I had
never fucked a woman's ass before not that
I hadn't tried. I turned the corpse over
on her stomach and gazed at her curveaceaous
ass. What sexy hips and buttocks! I stuck
my finger inside the sticky pussy and
withdrew a glob of my cum that I smeared
around her relaxed asshole and slid my
finger inside and pumped it a few times.
I mounted her lovely dead ass and pumped
it until I shot my load into it several
minutes later.
Crawling off; I turned Christine Palmer's corpse
onto it's back and kissed her on her cool
lips before taking all her clothes
downstream and throwing them into the
creek. I left the creek on the side her
home was on and made tracks up the hill
to the pasture where her husband had the
cattle. I then returned to the creek
by the same tracks and hoisted my 2 legged
"deer" over my shoulder and went up the creek
about a mile to where a branch intersected
before making my way back home. Taking
Christine's corpse into my bathroom;
I placed it into the bathtub and washed
the blood from the little entrance wound in her
chest and the larger exit wound in her back.
Taking my lovely prey from the tub; I lay her on
my bed. Her dead body turned me on so very much.
She was mine; all mine. The mortician wouldn't
get to have his way with this one.
I removed my clothes and lay beside her; kissing
her lips and taking one of her cold stiffening hands
and placing it around my bulging cock for a
few minutes as I admired the fine female
specimen beside me. I sucked on her cherry
red finger nails and toe nails. With my cock rock
hard; I mounted Christine's corpse in the 69
position and slid my throbbing rod into her mouth
and thrust it into her lovely throat. While I fucked
her dead mouth; I caressed her shapely pale thighs
and sticky pussy with my fingers and kissed her
soft pubic hair and the top of her slit with my
lips. On each hard thrust my cock seemed to go
further down her throat until it was going all the
way in. It felt wonderful! My cock soon erupted and
I shot her throat full of my sticky goo and then
crawled off. I had another idea. I went to the
kitchen and returned with three large bananas.
Turning Christine over on her stomach; I played
with her shapely ass and then inserted one of the
bananas into her well lubed rectum and pumped
it in and out before jamming it almost totally
inside. Turning her back over on her back;
I had to have her one more time with my own
fleshy "banana" before I inserted the yellow
fruit into her. I slid my cock into the cold,
dead, sticky pussy and fucked it until shot it
full of my cum again. Mighty fine and very
satisfying; I would say. Withdrawing my well
used rod; I rammed one of the remaining
bananas into her cold distended sticky clam and
the other one between the cherry red lips and
down the throat.
Scooping my two-legged deer into my arms;
I carried her to the basement and placed
the body in a chair beside the freezer.
I spread a roll of thick, clear plastic
sheating on the floor; placed the sexy
corpse on it with arms folded across the
stomach; fondled her tits and then packaged
Christine Palmer for the freezer. I placed
bungee cords around the neck, stomach, thighs,
and ankles to hold the plastic in place.
Clearing the rest of the food from the
freezer; I hoisted my two-legged "deer"
and placed her in the bottom and returned
the food to the frezzer on top of her.
I'd wait for things around here to calm down
before thinking about preparing the body.
Besides, I needed some instructions and
recipes on how to prepare "girl meat" for a
feast.
I returned to my deer stand and brought it
and the rest of the equipment back to the
house; cleaned my rifle and put everything
away. A short time later I noticed it had
started to rain and was raining heavily.
Good. That definitely should cover my
tracks. A very sucessful "deer" hunt;
don't you think!
THE END
AUTHOR: TLEG MAN
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