"Well, I've decided one rule is that I get a reward from the body part closest my hit. That would involve your head, so a blowjob it will be. And you're already in a perfect posture to proceed. Let's go."
Opal thought a little more arranging was in order. She pushed Fallston back against a large tree and he sat in the crook of the disseminating roots. Opal kneeled before him and yanked his shorts off. She dove on his semi-erection, sucking hard like a straw, trying to slurp out cum. Fallston felt his cock stretch from the vacuum pull and then inflate to stay at that length. He got fatter, filling the little Oriental woman's mouth with his raw meat. Opal bobbed her head, sliding half the shaft out. Only three quarters of his new longer length would fit. She worked that top portion for all she was worth.
Fallston put his hands on her head to slow and guide her but she pushed his hands away and continued sucking hard. Fallston let her go, leaning back and letting the quick blowjob happen. He wasn't sure how Opal was doing but he was doing great, really great. He felt his eruption coming on and forced himself to relax and go with the flow. And flow he did. Gobs and gobs of cum flowed into Opal's eager mouth. His whole body felt the pins and needles from the orgasm and he stayed high in a post-orgasmic tingle.
Opal continued to suck and swallow but less forcefully. She yielded the vacuum slowly until her open mouth let his shrunken meat slide over her chin and droop down. Fallston sat dazed, drained of energy and liquid. He never thought he could cum that hard that quickly after the previous session.
Opal gathered his pants and helped the exhausted hunter redress. She asked the tired looking Fallston if he was okay to continue. He crawled to a stand, shouldered his game bag and rifle and said he was. Opal winked and pointed behind him. There stood Oksana. Fallston gave Opal a quick pat on the butt to send her off. When he turned back, Oksana was already jogging off into the distance. Fallston took off after her. One more quarry too bag.
He was able to keep Oksana in sight as they maneuvered around tree trucks and patches of low shrubs. She was following a well-used path and the travelling was easy. Oksana turned left and started to scramble up a leafy embankment. Fallston reached the point where she had turned. She was not getting away very fast, slowed by the slippery ascent. He took aim and shot her in the ass, neon yellow splashing across her rear end. She stopped climbing and butt slid back down the slope, smearing a yellow streak of paint behind her.
"I have a rule that says I get to use the body part closest to my hit. Nice ass but I'm not into boys. We're going to fuck, but it will be doggy. And not here; let's find a better place." Oksana furtively looked right and left, wanting to escape and continue the pursuit. Fallston recognized the signs and grabbed her arm. He dug into the game bag and brought out a rope. He roughly spun her around and tied her wrists behind her back. He trailed the rope between her legs and pulled it out the front. Taking the lead he headed back towards the skeet range. Oksana silently followed along, careful to keep the rough rope loose so it didn't brush burn her clit.
A winter storm had toppled a large tree at the edge of the clearing. Fallston dug out the solar blanket, laid it over the horizontal log and then laid Oksana over that, facing the clearing. He rummaged out a folding knife. Gripping the paint splattered waistband, he sliced it on both sides of her hips and pulled it off, throwing it into the clearing in front of her. He gripped her shirt and sliced the back and shoulders. Grabbing the ponytail near her scalp, he hauled her up and raked the teeshirt tatters from under her chest. She grunted but didn't protest. While he held her elevated off the log by her hair, he reached under and grabbed a boob, squeezing whole hand then pinching hard on the nipple. That got a loud cry from Oksana. But the treatment suited Oksana. She was a predator herself and covertly desired this rough domination by the hunter. Her cunt flowed with excitement.
Olivia and Opal were across the field, waiting at the skeet shooting pavilion. They had seen the sun flash when Fallston had draped the log with the silver blanket.. they were amused when the flash of yellow fluttered into the field showing that Oksana had lost her shorts. The outcry was a bit disconcerting. They sauntered across the field to investigate.
By now, Fallston had his shorts down about his ankles. He was hard from the coarse preparations. He lined up and entered Oksana's cunt from the rear. It was heavenly: soft, warm, juicy and tight. He took her rope shackles in hand and braced with them as he levered in and out. Oksana's half lidded eyes saw Opal and Olivia coming towards them. Fearing they would interrupt her coveted rough episode, she caught their eye and surreptitiously shook her head in a little 'No'. They saw her signal and stopped, standing by at a courteous distance.
Fallston had his eyes closed as he hammered his meat into Oksana. He concentrated on the friction and sensations all along his cock. He could hear his own grunts mixed with Oksana's. He felt her shake as he pounded. The sense of conquest had his blood in a fever. As his ardor built, he yanked her arms back, catching her with his arms clutched around her body. He drew her back against his chest, pulling on handfuls of hand trapped tit flesh. Oksana cried out again. Fallston felt his cock throb from the sound.
In the foreground, Olivia and Opal held vigil but did not interfere. Olivia had her own sense of submission and bit her knuckle in awe of Fallston's use of Oksana. Opal just stared, transfixed by the power of the scene.
Fallston panted and sweated. He was reaching the end. It crept up on him. His diaphragm toiled mightily, trying to push the shout of victory out his constricted throat. His prostate was crushed by the effort to expel sperm where there was little sperm left to expel. Fallston arched back rigid and his body vibrated. He shot his load into her as Oksana melted in the sexual heat, limply enfolded in Fallston's arms. Her head drooped. Both bodies fell forward to rest on the felled tree.
Olivia and Opal crept forward and helped tenderly unwind the tangled paramours. They lay Fallston back and helped Oksana to sit next to him. When the hunter and his last prey had resumed full consciousness, they all stumbled back to the resort lodge to shower and rest from their trials of being pursued and captured by the most ferocious predator on earth: a sexually aroused human male.
