The Deer Hunter

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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 görükle escort 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 görükle escort bayan 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 escort görükle 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!

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