Big Game Hunters

by The Cat (April 2000)

Sandy ran up the steps to the bedroom. A trail of sweat dripping off behind her and landing on the plush beige carpet. Windows were open throughout the house letting the breeze tug gently at the curtains. It was a beautiful Spring day.

Dropping her gym bag on the floor she peeled off her shoes, leotard and tights then stepped into the shower for a quick rinse off after an intense aerobics class. Then stopped to admire her 34 year old body in the mirror. Excellent, she thought. And grabbed a towel and through on a silvery silk bath robe.

Taking a deep breath she relaxed and walked calmly down stairs and out onto the back deck. She stopped and marveled at the freshness of the spring air with it's slightly cool edge and suddenly realized that the trees were leafing out after their short winter sleep. She spread her towel neatly on a deck chair. Then shrugged off her bath robe and tossed it over the deck rail. Not really caring if any one could see her as she lay down to get a little sun. She knew her neighbors wives and they often joined her catching some sun. And they also went nude.

Oh well, she thought, and let her mind go blank. Feeling the warmth of the sun caress her taught body like invisible feathers and needles at the same time. Exposing areas that never feel the sun's caress. Yes she thought, extreme bliss. She instantly relaxed and her mind wondered to sex and the new fursuit costumes she wanted to make. Working over various design ideas, who would wear a particular animal design and finally working out a rough scenario for them.

Yes, pure bliss.

Sandy continued to change positions to give those truly white areas a little sun. She smiled to herself as she remembered the last role-playing session she and I had just last weekend, then what happened during the week as a result. Always willing to try something different, she made a beautiful male deer fursuit costume for me. Thanks to an idea she got from a story on the alt.Lycra web site and a guy known only as FS.

Starting with a rich glossy brown zentai style catsuit. A lighter golden brown short fur completely covered the shoulders and angled down the front to the crouch. A small hole let everything hand out. Soft brown leather ankle boots, for hooves, and brown lycra gloves covered my hands. A cute furry deer tail was sewn at the top of my cheeks. And finally a somewhat stylized deer head with wire and paper-mache antlers and more short brown fur covered my head and face fairly tightly.

Sandy's doe costume was similar. Same headpiece but without the antlers. Short brown fur across the shoulders, then white fur angling down the front in a V between her breasts then widening to an oval and narrowing again to a point at the top of a slit in the crouch running completely underneath to the top of her tight round cheeks, ending under a furry tail. Brown high heels and lycra gloves completed her costume.

We playfully circled each other for a while teasingly touching and fondling for nearly an hour before I finally took her. Sandy knelt in the unmown grass with her chest and face buried in the deep green blades. Her knees were wide apart with her ass high in the air. I was rock hard and ready. Kneeling behind her butt I played some more. Teasingly I took my cock and placed the head between her warm cheeks at the opening of her anus and pressed hard. Of course I didn't get anywhere but it felt good. Sandy reached underneath herself and fondled my balls. She always did have good fingers. I mean really good! Gently she took my shaft from my hand and placed the head just between her hot wet pussy lips. God what a sweet sensation. Do you know what's even sweeter? When I placed my hands on either side of her firm hips and pulled them back at the same time I jerked my hips forward and buried my erection deep in her hips. I fucked her pussy hard and fast and we both squirmed wildly with passion until I popped her off, then shot a load of cum in her burning cunt. I must admit I've never felt her so hot as that night. But I'm also sure it wouldn't be the last time either.

Then I stood and moved off wondering around in our neighbor's yard for a long while, not caring if they saw us. We were sure they were asleep. Their backyard was mostly open grass compared to our densely landscaped jungle.

Anyway, after Sandy relaxed enough to get up she went into the house and did a quick change of costume. Yes, I admit we love our costumes while we roleplay. She changed into a hunter's costume. Or should I say huntress? Ok. I wouldn't call it a costume at all. She came out wearing nothing more than a pair of shiny black leather thigh boots with stiletto heels and black lycra gloves. She held a rifle with a low power scope that shot red paint pellets. Accurate to about fifty feet on a calm day. Like tonight.

She moved quietly out into our the yard until she was behind a large shrub and took aim. Sandy raised the rifle and peered threw the scope and placed the cross hairs squarely in the center of my chest. I suddenly realized she was their and turned to look at her with that `deer caught in the headlights' look on my face.

She squeezed the trigger. Pop. A discharge of air propelled the paint capsule. A red stain about three inches around exploded on my chest and I dropped to the ground, as I had seen real deer do when shot. I lay on my back playing dead.

Sandy moved with the grace of a goddess as she came over to inspect her trophy. A neat red stain in the center of my chest. Of course she had to mount her trophy.

Straddling my hips Sandy lowered her wet clit down onto my erection that she held upright with one hand. Twisting left and right slowly as she moved down. Taking her own sweet time. Finally resting her hips on mine with my shaft sunk deep up into her cunt. My head pressing against the end of her tunnel. I roughly fondled her naked breasts and pinched her red nipples between my fingers. Sandy inhaled sharply between her teeth and arched her back. Knocking my hands away she started pumping my cock. Moving up and down with increasing speed. After only a few minutes I couldn't hold back any longer and filled her hot cunt with long ropes of sticky white cum. Just as I ended, her orgasm began and she bucked wildly for several seconds, then lay still on my chest. We kissed passionately, rolling in the grasses, before getting up and wondering back into our yard. We peeled off our costumes and relaxed in our hot tub for a long while before going in for the night.

The next morning she met with Janet, our neighbor, for their usual aerobics class at the gym. Janet having sculpted herself from a voluptuous woman, of five feet three to an even better built full figured woman.

But her normally vivacious and bubbly personality was gone today. Janet parked and they got out of the car. Both women still wearing tights and a leotard from class.

"Hey Janet. Is anything wrong? You've been unusually quiet."

Janet looked nervous and uncomfortable. "Um... Well... Let's go inside and I'll make us some tea."

"Sure." Sandy replied in a soft voice.

Two hot mugs of tea in hand and after a long silence Janet blurted out everything.

"I video taped everything last night. I am really sorry. Really sorry, Sandy..." She blurted out quickly.

"Relax Janet and tell me everything. It's ok." She said in a calm voice.

Janet took a deep breath. "Well, you know Tom's out for the week at a training class, and well, I couldn't sleep. So I was just standing at the bedroom window enjoying the night air when I saw you and Allan out in your great deer costumes doing a little roleplaying. On a whim I grabbed the video camera and filmed the whole thing with the intent to then wrap the tape in a plain brown wrapper and put it in your mail as a joke. You'd be able to tell who made it as soon as you saw that it was obviously filmed from our second floor bedroom window." Janet paused for a long time, then. "After I saw what you did with the gun. You know, the hunter shooting a deer? I almost orgasmed right then and there! When you were finished I put the video in the vcr and watched it over and over while I masturbated. I've never had such incredible orgasms as while I was watching you shoot Allan and seeing him die. Great roleplaying. This morning I searched the internet and discovered I have what they call a `snuff fetish '. In other words I like to role-play death scenes. I like to play dead!"

Janet took a sip of her tea.

"Oh Janet it's ok, really! You know Allan and I don't mind if our neighbors, our good friends, see us having sex and role-playing. Haven't we all been naked in our hot tub and watched each other as we fucked our husbands. Maybe even gotten a little friendly with our hands? Right?"

"Well... Yes..."

"Ok. Then what's the real problem? Tell me what you're really concerned about."

"Oooh... I guess it's just my realization that I have such an, unusual, fetish. I mean, how normal is it to almost have an orgasm just thinking about playing dead? Also, I don't know how Tom will react when I tell him."

Both sat in silence for several minutes until Sandy spoke. "Well listen, I have an idea..."

Both women worked frantically on Janet's costume over the next two days. Janet found herself getting increasingly excited about what would happen and decided that telling her husband probably wouldn't be nearly as bad as she imagined.

Then on Tuesday night the three of us, myself, Sandy and Janet, stepped out into her backyard. I in my buck costume and the ladies in their doe costumes. I must admit I was somewhat self-conscious about being completely covered in a skintight costume and yet have my manhood hanging out for the world to see. And my neighbor too. The evening would basically be a remake of what Sandy and I did several nights before. Everybody gets really touchy feely and then I fuck Sandy. Except, I would be the one to change into the hunter's costume and shoot myself two does. My self consciousness disappeared within minutes after we got started. Janet didn't know it but Sandy had set up a camera and was filming everything just for her. Janet stood nervously waiting in her backyard, several feet in front of her back door, for us to arrive at eleven pm. Her costume identical to Sandy's right down to the long slit in the crouch, their pussy's shaved clean. Sandy and I were excited about tonight. The air was warm and calm. A untypical Dallas night for mid Spring. We moved around the fence and in to her yard, Sandy in the lead. My cock was already semi-firm. Janet joined us in the middle of the yard.

"Wow! You two look really sexy!"

I moved behind her as she and Sandy talked lightly. I let my hand caress up her hip. My other hand on her other hip as I placed my now rigid cock between her ample but firm round cheeks. Janet moaned and softened, loosening up. Becoming more sensual, more lithe in her movements. Sandy was way ahead of her there. Moving my hips up and down my cock rubbed between her warm cheeks. My dick was rock hard. Janet responded and pushed back against me and I playfully spread her cheeks and placed my head between them, tight against her anus, and let her ass clamp down tight around the head of my tool.

"Careful Janet, I may have to shoot your target right here. Pump my cum bullets deep into your moist pink flesh."

I thought she would faint. Her hand slipped between her clit and she fingered herself to a quick and intense orgasm still clamping her warm ass cheeks on my dick. Sandy was feeling her own breasts when Janet orgasmed. Inspired, Sandy stepped back several steps and stood like a gun fighter and drew her gun and fired at Janet.

Janet watched as Sandy set herself up and realized what she was about to do. Janet moaned loudly with anticipation. Sandy paused. Both women's eye's locked. Sandy's hand made a movement like she was drawing a gun from a holster on her right hip and pointed her finger at Janet's left breast. "Blam!" She said out loud. Janet's hand cupped her ample breast and fondled it and seconds later spasmed again.

Pulling my cock from between her tight ass cheeks I moved around to the front and pulled Sandy back. My cock rigid and upright.

"Sorry baby, my turn."

And I held my hands like I was holding an invisible machine gun and aimed it at her belly.

"Sorry Janet but you know to much..."

She caught on quickly. "Oh God. No! Don't shoot me! I'll never talk, please..."

"Bababababababababababababa."

With excitement we watched as I pumped Janet full of her orgasmic rewards. She jerked and spasmed as she pretended to feel each invisible bullet get pumped into her tender flesh. Dropping to her knees.

"Good-bye Janet. Bababababababa."

She orgasmed violently. Her back arched and she went rigid for several seconds with another orgasm, but this time without any hand assistance, before falling over and playing dead. Grabbing Sandy I made her kneel on all fours over Janet's face. Sandy rested her face on Janet's belly. Their breasts rubbing together. Sandy spread Janet's legs and caressed her inner thighs. Janet wasn't sure what to make of this. She had never really known another woman like this. But she watched as I placed the head of my fat dick between Sandy's pussy lips. I jerked my hips forward burying my shaft deep in my wife's hot cunt. My balls swinging over her face. God her clit felt so good around my penis. I fucked her nice and slow with long even thrusts, hopefully giving Janet a really nice view of it all. I watched as Sandy's hand's massaged around Janet's clit. Cunt juice pouring out of her clit as a finger explored her slit. Janet instantly orgasmed. I wasn't too far off myself. Sandy quivered with an orgasm first. Then I pulled out and jacked off the last few strokes and shot a load of cum all over Janet's chest and face. I almost collapsed on Sandy's back.

Finally I stood and headed for our house to change into my hunter's costume. Leaving the women alone in the yard. Sandy rolled off and propped herself up on one arm. Her other hand resting on Janet's belly, idly caressing the silky fabric that spread like paint over her womanly form. Massive nipples poked at the thin stretchy lycra. Sandy ran a finger up one breast and circled a nipple. Sticky cum smeared over both lycra chests.

"Oooh... Sandy... That was incredible!" She said in a sensuous tone. "Never have I had anything like that done to me. Happen to me." A hint of her bubbly personality coming thru.

"You're most welcome Janet."

Mean while, I peeled myself out of my deer costume and poured myself into my hunters costume. Sandy told me what to wear, of course. Brown leather moccasin boots with fringe at the tops. Sheer brown tights, and a tan hunting vest. I grabbed the paint pellet rifle and headed outside. I crept around and through our yard and into Janet's yard. My erection had returned and was pulling the sheer fabric away from my crouch.

Sandy and Janet were standing now and talking quietly in the center of the grassy lawn. Both women on a slight angle but still almost fully facing me, waiting for me, but still looking at each other. Raising the rifle I looked through the scope and took careful aim at Janet's left breast. Centering my cross hairs on her erect nipple. Pop. Sandy jerked as a red stain appeared on her left breast and she dropped to the ground and played dead. Quickly moving my cross hairs to Janet's left nipple. I squeezed the trigger again. Pop. A red stain appeared on her massive jug. She quivered for several seconds. Pop. Another red stain on her breast and she quivered even as she dropped to the ground. Finally laying still. Playing dead.

Before Sandy and Janet knew what was happening I had also moved in close and taken a bunch of photos of them laying on the ground. The flash lighting the area at different angles and views around them.

I knelt between Sandy's thighs and her hand guided my shaft into her wet clit. I pumped my wife while Janet watched. Fucking her fast and furiously. My nylon thighs rubbing against the backs of her lycra thighs and hips. Such an erotic type of electric feeling. Pumping her like a machine gun spitting out bullets into a victim's heart. Her clit was wet and hot and swollen with excitement and she arched her back and spasmed quickly. My balls tightened up and I pumped a load of sperm deep into her hot clit then collapsed on her. Sandy and I kissed for a few minutes until Janet cleared her voice. We peeled ourselves apart and stood. My wet cock hanging limp and glistening in the moonlight.

Sandy said. "Janet let's meet tomorrow night and try something different."

"Oooh, I'd love too. What'd you have in mind?"

Sandy looked at me. "Hmmm. Wear something sexy and black. We're all spy's and we're after the same roll of film somewhere in our house. Last one alive gets to decide the theme for a costume party we'll have in a couple of weeks."

I looked at Sandy. "You're serious? Any theme?"

Placing emphasis in the word any. Both women looked back at me.

Sandy said. "Any theme. The spy hunt starts promptly at eleven pm tomorrow night. Oh, and I'll call Soo to see if she wants to be part of this. That ok with everyone? And role-play to the max!"

I nodded.

"Yes of course! Oooh... this will be soooooo much fun!" Janet said enthusiastically.

Soo, pronounced Sue, was a really sensuous woman. She looked about twenty five but was actually forty two. A ravishingly beautiful Chinese woman with only a hint of an accent. Long shiny black hair hung past her rear. Petite and well built with pale skin. Her lover was a guy about thirty years old. A blonde adonis. Jerry must spend two hours every day at the gym. She said his youth kept her young and trying new things.

The next morning, after I went to work, Sandy wrapped the tape up in plain brown paper and left it in Janet's mail box. Then changed into her gym clothes and called our other neighbor to see if she wanted to be a part of our murderous roleplaying. Then she waited for Janet to pick up her mail before driving the two of them to the gym.

It was my job to get several more paint pellet guns for tonight. A friend of a friend had four colt .45s. Perfect. I picked them up on my way home from work.

About dusk, as so often happens in this area of North Texas this time of year, the wind really picked up. 30 to 40 mile per hour winds. Large trees and shrubs in our landscape swayed, leaves rustling, and the wind howled through the pine trees in the neighbor's yards. All this noise would make it easier to move around and not be heard. It would also mean we would have to be no more than about ten feet away from our target, or you'd miss. We opened some windows so people could crawl in instead of coming in through the obvious door.

And no one knew what anybody was wearing. But costumes for sure. Also each of us would start from a specific location and not tell the others where. Then at eleven pm the hunt would be on.

I dressed in sheer black tights with a small hole in the crouch, black lycra leotard with long sleeves and a turtleneck. The crouch of the leotard really cupped my sac and cock so gently yet so firmly. Like a pouch of electric silk. Black lycra gloves and a tight black lycra hood with eye holes, and short black leather ankle boots completed my costume. Gun in hand, I hurried out into the alley behind our house and hid behind several large shrubs. I promised to give Sandy five minutes before I would start looking, so she could get out of the house without being seen. Assuming she was even going to leave the house.

But I saw what she was going to wear. Similar to my costume. Hers was a black velvet leotard with a thong bottom with black fishnets and stiletto heeled pumps. The thong was pulled tightly between her tight round cheeks. Her hood had a hole in the back for her long curly brown hair to hang out of. Like in some of the fetish vids we'd seen.

As I stood there waiting I tried my gun. Pop. The pellet went fairly straight for almost ten feet before being blown off to one side. And the sound was almost entirely muffled my the sound of the wind blowing. Couldn't be better.

Looking around I didn't see Sandy anywhere. I also made the mistake of thinking I could easily win this game. Never underestimate the deviousness of a woman. Especially one that's married to you. Sandy was actually in the alley behind Janet's house, not twenty feet away.

I carefully and slowly crept up to our house, winding my way through our landscaped yard, and stopped next to our dinning room window on the side of our house. The bottom of which was about three feet off the ground, and like the other ground floor windows, wide open. The wind whipped between the houses and it was hard to tell if anything was out there with all the movement and noise. I easily pulled myself in through the window and stopped and looked around while I crouched on the floor. This is where I made my first and last mistake. Not hearing a thing, I felt three pellets hit me squarely in the back, I fell forward and played dead.

Next time I'll move away from the front of an open window and place my back to the wall.

Sandy hopped through the window and flattened her luscious body back against the wall and looked around. Nothing moved except the curtains at each window being tugged at by the gusting winds. She crept into the living room through two open French doors. Gun at the ready. Instead of going directly into the hallway and up the steps.

Maybe a minute later I heard two pops. Janet staggered in the doorway that lead into the hallway at the base of the stairs. Her hand cupping a red stain below her waist. Her body was covered in a black fishnet catsuit with long sleeves and a narrow slit in the crouch with black high heels. Her massive breasts moving from side to side.

Pop.

Janet moaned loudly as she jerked and quivered as an orgasm rolled over her voluptuous body even as another red stain appeared on her fishnet just above her crouch. She slid slowly down to the floor. Her legs spread wide as she sat on the floor. Cunt juice oozing from her swollen clit. Sandy staggered up the steps with a red stain about waist level and to one side.

A side note. After we were done with the game, we ordered pizza and the women described in great detail what happened after Sandy crept upstairs. Which is our master bedroom and bathroom, and a smaller room used as a library.

Sandy moved silently to the top of the steps and down a short hallway. Carefully, with her back to the wall, she glanced around the fairly dark room. The only light was a tiny green night light near the door. As she looked in, a large wooden desk sat to the left, a brown leather love seat to the right and a window directly opposite the door. Shelves and books lined all four walls.

In her mind there was no place anyone could hide and she moved silently over to the desk.

"I wouldn't move a muscle if I were you. Now, carefully set the gun on the desk and raise your arms slowly."

Sandy complied, thinking as long as Soo hadn't shot her she still had a chance at being the last one alive. A very very small chance.

Soo moved slowly around from behind the loveseat. Her gun pointed at Sandy's navel. Her body lithe and sensuous, and she moved with incredible grace. Black stiletto heeled pumps with a wide ankle strap and buckles made her even more slender. Black glittery seamless pantyhose covered her shapely legs and hips. A small superman tattoo was were her bush should have been, barely an inch above the tip of her clit. A deep purple silk shirt with puffy sleeves covered her firm B breasts and stopped at her waist. Her long glossy black hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head held with two wooden chopsticks.

She casually moved around the love seat and passed in front of the hallway door and got a surprise.

Janet wasn't quite dead and had crept up the stairs and hid in the darkness.

Pop.

Soo looked surprised as the paint pellet hit her in the upper back. She dropped to her knees in front of Sandy before falling dead.

Janet was propped up in the doorway.

"Whew! Thanks Janet."

Then, pop, pop, pop. Three more red stains appeared, this time in her massive chest. Janet quivered with an orgasm as she dropped to the floor and lay on her back. She stiffened with her climax then went limp.

Sandy quickly reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a digital camera and began taking a mess of pictures of different angles of the `bodies' laying dead.

Then we cleaned up as best we could and relaxed in the living room and ordered our pizza...

END.