The alarm, incessant and annoying started ringing long before the sun was due to streak across the sky. Her arm slipped out from beneath the covers and touched the snooze button, a soft caress as she shifted and pulled back under the covers. She stretched, slowly, arms and legs enjoying the space in the big bed, lots of room to sprawl as one hand crept along her belly, inching ever closer, upwards to one aching nipple.
With a sharp intake of breath, her fingers pinched the throbbing peak, bringing an almost instantaneous quivering to her pussy walls, convulsing on themselves as the juices started to flow hot and slick, coating the slippery passage, seeping out to moisten aroused and swollen nether lips.
Her other hand inched downward, feathery touches to her heaving belly until searching fingers found that nub of pleasure, the button of desire and with a quick stroke, she rubbed, hips lifting to rise and meet the source of the touch. Her fingers, now coated and slick slipped lower, delving into the hot and clutching passage...and then, the alarm sounded once again. Her slick fingers came instantly to her mouth and her nipple twitched as those fingers abandoned it to seek out the alarm.
With a sigh of wishful longing, she slipped out of bed and padded barefoot and naked to the bathroom. The cool morning chill made her walk quickly, hurrying to the warmth and comfort of a hot shower. Standing in the hot needle like spray of the water, her body relishing with the sting, her mind finally awake, she smiled, anticipation of the weekend ahead made her smile and rush through the washing of hair and body.
Stepping out of the tub, dripping on the floor, she eyed herself in the mirror. Frowning she turned in a circle, staring critically at her body, it showed that she took care of herself, but her breasts were not what they once were. She traced the curves, tweaking the tender peaks roughly and sighed, she was what she was.
Returning to her room she quickly dressed, packing the necessary clothing in her backpack, she needed to travel light, and there were more important things than clothes already nestled in the bottom.
Grabbing the back pack, she slid into the car, and tossed it on the seat next to her. Grinning, her excitement a palpable thing in the confines of the car, she hummed along to the radio while she drove to the breakfast meeting.
Far back in the woods, in a wee little cabin, a fire roars on the hearth, the meeting is about to begin, table is set for breakfast and as usual Cassie is not here. That woman is perpetually late, but she does know how to play the game, so they wait for her. The crunch of tires on gravel heralds her arrival at last and the door is flung wide as they tell her to hurry, the eggs are getting cold.
The meeting, with all in attendance is at last called to order, the first bit of business is to eat this scrumptious meal, giving them the fortitude to face this annual day of hunting.
President Jade, stands as the dishes are cleared and reads the roster; Cassie, Ionna, the dark-skinned beauty, and herself, a small but interesting group. They are all beautiful, all the better to lure in their prey for the day.
Jade spoke quickly, the sun was already high in the sky and the deadline for the hunt was sundown. They drew straws and Jade was picked to stay behind, monitor the two-way radios and keep the cabin cozy for the festival tonight. With a flurry of activity the women prepared. Taking only the necessary items needed: radio, rope, handcuffs, blindfolds, duct tape in case their captors became too loud and the assorted items each woman specialized in. With a group high-five they departed. Their quarry today, men who were disrespecting the earth. Clean up with one wayward man at a time. Their contribution to Earth Day. And each was allowed a bit of leeway with the term of disrespecting the earth.
Ionna travelled on foot, her lithe athletic body quite up to the hike, a quiet campground that in past years had afforded her a few delicious trophies. There was a lake where the campers liked to bathe, giving her a sneak preview of what they had to offer. Finding a spot to easily spy on the lake, she used her arms to squeeze her full aching breasts together, inhaling with a sharp hiss, the milk ducts primed, ready to offer sustenance.
Jade paced back and forth, a caged lioness. Her instincts were to abandon her post and go hunting herself, but as the leader of their little band of do-gooders, she must set a good example, but, looking at the clock, it would be hours yet before she would be able to partake of the goodies the girls were sure to retrieve. She grabbed her own backpack, and rummaged until she found the long thick dildo she liked to strap on to frighten the men. Taking the radio, she wandered outside until she found the perfect tree, she strapped the thick cock on tightly around the trunk and with a flip of her hips, hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her shorts and sighed as they hit the ground. The soft breeze caressing her neatly trimmed pubes, quivering with desire, she mounted the tree, thrusting as she lowered herself down. Hugging the tree she proceeded to fuck herself, long hard strokes til her juices flowed, soaking her and the rough bark.
Cassie pulled over to the side of the road. Dumping the contents of her backpack onto the seat, and with an ease born of practice, shimmied out of her clothing, she tossed them in the back seat. She pulled on a leotard, leopard print, fitting her form like a glove, toe to neck. Her nipples pressed hard at the fabric, and reaching for the thick plug, the one with the tail protruding from its centre, she lifted her ass off the seat, smeared a dollop of lube on the tip, aimed carefully at the well placed hole in the leotard and lowered down, slowly, letting the thick neck open her sphincter. Her tiny rosebud blossoming fully as she wriggled, a tight groan echoing in the car as it finally found its way home with a wet plop. She stayed seated, concentrating only on her breathing, not wanting to cum too soon, wanting to savour the next little bit, until she had her quarry trussed and ready for delivery. Adjusting the fabric so that her tail could swing she climbed from the car, bait. Smiling at last years decision to make this hunt special by imposing a two bag limit instead of the customary single specimen.
Jade's scream echoed in the woods as she climaxed, writhing on the dildo, nipples scraping on the bark, her howls of pleasure caused a flock of birds to take flight. She fell backwards onto the ground, quivery thighs well splayed and ran her fingers through the creamy evidence. Sated, she closed her eyes and took a well deserved nap.
