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From: Pippi Forsberg <huntresspippi@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Alicia's mountain home - pt. 2 (caution FF/eel best hunting Ff)
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Alicia's mountain home - pt.  2

   Barbara threw the headless, wriggling eel into the sink and turned
around to face Alicia.  They kissed gently.  "That was...  the...  without
a single doubt...  the best...  fucking sex I have ever...  ever...  had!"
"No guilty feelings then?" "No.  Just total...  complete...  satisfaction.
I'm gonna do this again...  and again!  Thank you for sharing this with
me!" "You're welcome.  Now, I'm gonna show you how a real trooper does it
all by herself.  Just sit back and enjoy the show!" Barbara seated herself
on one of the chairs by the table.  Her pussy was aching a bit, as if she
had been fucking herself to roughly with a real big dildo or a giant
sausage.  Alicia grabbed the fattest remaining eel and slammed it on the
cutting board.  She punched it in the head with her fist.  That seemed to
put it into a state of shock for a moment.  She stitched him up real good
before she started flopping around again.  Then she did something that
really puzzled Barbara.  She dug up a nutcracker from one of the drawers
and shut it across the neck of the eel, a few inches behind its ugly head.
She jumped up and sat down on the kitchen sink, and got her wonderful ass
all covered in eel's blood and slime.  She spread her nicely matured
thighs, and then her thick pussy lips with the fingers of her left hand. 
Then she grabbed the eel's jerking head and forced it inside.  "You'll
never see daylight again, my little friend!" She maneuvered the slithering
creature deeper inside by using the nutcracker as a handle.  As always when
she squeezed something as lively as this with her pussy, she felt as if she
was being electrocuted.  The orgasm started the moment the eel entered her
body, and lasted for what seemed to be several minutes.  The knowledge that
she was in total control, that she could increase the pressure and thereby
inflict more pain on the unwilling creature certainly added to her
pleasure. She squeezed the handle of the nutcracker harder, and contracted
her inner muscles around the tormented eel.  It managed to put up a
magnificent struggle.  When she pressed the handle so hard her hand started
hurting, she felt as though her cunt had been penetrated by a live wire. 
Its flopping tail whipped Alicia all over her belly and thighs.  She leaned
forwards to allow it to make contact with her huge, sensitive breasts.  She
thought of a documentary she had watched years earlier, about how the eels
would return to their birthplace in the Sargasso Sea to mate, give birth to
new offspring and then die.  She had thought it to be both intriguing and
poetic.  She squeezed the handle until an unnerving crunching sound could
be heard.  The tortured eel whipped her left nipple real good.  Alicia
panted out loud and increased the pressure further.  She had seen snakes
swallow prey that appeared way too big for them, with wide open jaws,
slowly sucking a rodent or a frog or whatever further into their gaps. 
That's what was on her mind when she observed her cute puffed-up cunt lips
stretching wide to swallow this gray snake-like predator.  It turned her on
knowing it was going to die with its head buried deep inside her orgasming
body.  By now they had both passed the point of no return.  The eel was
slowly fading away and Alicia shoved him in further, until she could feel
the cold steel of the nutcracker against her clitoris.  The dying eel's
pointless struggle turned her torture tool into a luxurious vibrator. 
Every twitch of its body rubbed her hard clit severely.  Her final orgasm
lasted longer than she thought possible.  Her right hand was cramping from
holding on to the handle so hard so long.  She let go and kept the
weakening eel inside her by using her vaginal muscles.  It was an amusing
sight to behold, her thick lower lips holding on to the still struggling
eel.  She managed to squeeze out ye another nice but short orgasm out of
her captive.  The blood from its squashed body had made a real mess between
her thighs, and her buttocks were all sticky from the blood and goo on the
cutting board she was sitting on.  When she pulled the half dead eel out of
her pussy and tossed it into the sink, she was one happy and fulfilled
woman.  An awe-struck Barbara helped herself by rubbing her own sore pussy
to a Grande Finale.

   The two friends took a hot bath together and cleaned their cunts
thoroughly before they hit the sauna.

   Rose got off the bus.  She had to walk two miles through the woods
before she reached the house.  A car was parked up front.  She wondered if
her mother had finally met a man that could match her demands.  When she
entered the house, she noticed a pair of city woman boots and a flashy coat
her mother wouldn't wanna be caught dead in.  so she had a female friend
here.  Ought to be that man-eater Barbara, down on her luck, in need of a
shoulder to cry on.  Rose put down her bag, stepped out of her shoes and
hung up her jacket.  No sign of life so far.  There was a foul, fishy odor
from the kitchen.  When she got there, a grisly sight met her.  A bucket
with a few live eels, some headless and very dead ones and one that was
still squirming around a bit in the sink.  There was something strange
about the live one.  Rose inspected it closely.  It had some ugly wounds on
the body and...  its mouth had been stitched together.  She could hardly
believe her eyes.  A bloody nutcracker lay on an even bloodier cutting
board.  It appeared to be the marks of a fully grown buttocks in the blood.
Furthermore, two pairs of used panties lay on the floor, plus a few socks
and shirts.  She started to realize what had taken place within this room.
Then she heard laughter from the far end of the house.  She guessed they
were in the sauna.  With a bemused smile on her cute face, she retreated
her own room, leaving no evidence she had seen anything compromising.  She
tried to imagine her mother making sweet love to a live eel and restrained
a giggle.

   When Alicia and Barbara stepped out of the shower after a steaming hot
session in the sauna, they both stopped in their tracks when they noticed
the new pair of shoes on the door mat.  The two naked women discovered an
apparently sleeping Rose on the bed in her room, behind a closed door. 
They quickly cleaned up the mess they had left and got dressed.  Rose had
decided that she was going to act as though she didn't know anything about
any abused and butchered eels.  She could always be counted on to keep a
secret, no matter how intimate.  When she heard they were done cleaning the
kitchen she got up and went out to greet them.  Her mother gave her a warm,
welcoming hug, as did her friend Barbara.  The following hour was spent
chatting about school, her excellent grades and her plans for the future.
Then Barbara left mother and daughter alone and went to the kitchen to
prepare what had been intended as lunch, but now had turned into dinner;
fried eel.  Rose ate the food with good appetite.  She couldn't help but
wondering if she was chewing something that had been inside her mother's
cunt.  She noticed the secretive glances the women gave one another during
the meal.  As the night grew colder, they lit a fire in the fireplace and
gathered in front of it.  The two adults shared a bottle of white wine
while Rose drank a bottle of mineral water.  She wouldn't touch any
alcoholic beverages.  They kept talking until the wee hours, when Rose
decided it was time to call it a day.  Her mother and Barbara was still
talking quietly when Rose finally fell asleep.

   She woke up at the break of dawn and went to the bathroom.  When she
passed the guest room on the way back, she saw Barbara laying on the bed in
all her glory, stark naked.  Rose cursed herself for staring and went back
to her room.  She put on a comfortable jogging dress and then prepared a
breakfast of tea and toast.  While she was sitting at the table, enjoying
the sound of singing birds through the window, Barbara silently joined her
and stole one of the toasts.  Rose had already learned that Barbara wasn't
just a desperate slut.  She was really nice.  They got on fine together. 
When Rose told her she was going hunting, Barbara got real excited and
asked if she could come along.  "Sure you can.  But we've got to keep
quiet. Real quiet." "I promise!  I'll only speak when spoken to.  Scout's
honor!" "And you got to put on some less...  fancy clothes." "I'll go and
change right away.  I got a green-grayish shirt and faded blue jeans.  That
OK?" "OK." Rose loaded her 22 caliber rifle while Barbara changed clothes.
She told her drowsy mother about their plans.  Then they left.

   They reached Rose's favorite fishing lake and continued to a large glade
half a mile beyond it.  She found a prefect hide-out in the dark forest,
facing the breeze, so that the deer wouldn't be able to smell their
presence.  Rose laid out the directions in a low voice: "From now on, if
you got something to say, you whisper." "I'm game.  I was afraid you might
ask me to keep my mouth shut for hours." "Nope.  As long as you keep your
voice down, it's OK." "Do you have any idea how long we might have to
wait?" "Maybe five minutes.  Maybe ten hours.  You never can tell." "What
exactly are we hunting for?" "Deer.  Ever shot one of those before?" "I
have.  Twice.  Once with your mother, and once with..." "A boyfriend?"
"Yes." "So, you know what you're in for.  Sure you can keep your hands
steady?" "Positive!" But Barbara wasn't as self-confident as she sounded.
She had shot and wounded her prey at both occasions, and her hunting
partners had finished them off for her.  She was an excellent shot when it
came to smaller game.  She could hit a rabbit, or even a bird, at long
range.  She hardly ever missed.  But when it came to larger animals,
especially beautiful ones like deer, she always had second thoughts.  When
you had them in the telescopic sight and your finger on the trigger, you
had to face the fact that you were actually going to kill them.  That's
when her hands usually became unsteady.  This time was going to be
different though.  She felt strong and determined, and she didn't want to
make a fool of herself in front of Alicia's daughter.  "OK, I'm going to
let you do the shooting then." Rose handed her the rifle.  Then they
waited. For the next hour or two, they small-talked about all kinds of
things, such as music, movies, female friendship and the differences
between city life and mountain life.  "Ain't it hard to find someone to...
date around here?" "Sure is.  Both Jennifer and Simone are still single. 
They look alright, I guess, but there ain't much to choose between around
here.  You can go on with your life and not meet another person in days. 
Besides, they got mighty high standards.  If they're gonna marry, it ain't
gonna be just any old momma's boy.  No sir!  They want some one with big
properties, big house that they built with their own hands, and a big
savings account.  And I guess with a big prick as well." "What?!" Barbara
couldn't believe Rose had just said that.  "Well...  they're both
red-blooded women and they're both a bit crazy about sex.  I don't know the
last time they got some.  I reckon, if they weren't sisters, they'd
probably be getting it on with each other.  When I was still living at
home, all they ever talked about was sex, sex and more sex.  If it's a sin
to play with yourself...  well, I don't know...  Everybody does it, I
suppose, but not like five, six, seven times a day.  Do you?" Barbara was a
bit shaken by the straight forward question, but decided to be honest. 
"Well, you know...  It depends." "On what?" "On...  whether or not I have a
man for the time being, and on how good he is at satisfying my needs.  Some
guys simply don't have a clue how a woman's body works.  They think
foreplay means rubbing your pussy for a while, or worse, sticking one or
two of their filthy fingers deep inside you.  Those are the chums that gets
dumped after the first close encounter, time after time, and they still
don't have a clue.  They should teach guys those things in school, you
know. Would certainly do all the women out there a big favor." "So... 
you're saying...  that if you're with a guy who sucks in bed, you get your
rocks off five or six times a day?" Barbara smiled and answered truthfully:
"Maybe not five or six times.  More like two or three.  Sometimes four, I
guess, but who's counting?" "Gee!  You're horny for an..." She didn't
finish the sentence.  "For an old woman, you mean." "Well, not old.  You're
not any older than mom, and you still look really hot!" "Hot?!  Wow,
thanks! I guess..." "I reckon you already know that.  But I can't
understand why a woman with your looks get yourself involved with losers
that don't treat you right." "Hell, I wish I knew that myself." "Unless you
like it." "What?" "I've seen some girls in school.  They go for the worst
kind of boys, you know real scumbags, and they get treated like dirt... 
and yet they come back for more.  I was thinking that maybe you're like
them." "It's hard to explain why you fall for the wrong guys.  I...  "
"It's about sex, isn't it?" "How do you mean?" "If he's...  good in bed and
really makes you feel satisfied, I guess it's easier to put up with some of
his bad sides." Barbara turned her head and gave the young girl a slightly
confused glance.  "You know, you're really smart for your age.  I hope
you're not out there, finding out the hard way." "No way!  When I pick a
guy, it's going to be one who's treaing me right.  In bed too!" "Attagirl!
Got the brains from your mother, didn't you?!  "It's not like she's made
all the right decisions in her life." "I guess you're right.  You're real
mature and smart for a teenager." "Thanks.  I ain't ever gonna be no
pushover." Barbara couldn't keep herself from asking: "So...  You haven't
done it yet?" "Done what," Rose answered innocently.  "Come on!  Have you?"
There was a moments silence, then Rose whispered: "No...  Not with a guy."
Barbara swallowed hard and blushed.  Rose noticed her discomfort and
smiled. She decided to change subject: "Not much action today.  How long
have we been here?" Barbara checked her watch.  "Almost three hours.  I
need to pee." "Me too."

   Another hour passed.  Rose grew impatient.  She had really looked
forward to go hunting in the woods again, and as it turned out, she was
disappointed on Barb's behalf, as she had been given the honor to pull the
trigger.  It was getting real hot.  Rose had already removed her overall
jacket.  She was getting bored.  "How about a swim?" "Sounds great.  I hurt
all over.  I'm not used to activities like this.  I'm all stiff."

   When they reached the lake, Rose quickly undressed and waded into the
cooling water.  Barbara admired the young girl's stunningly graceful body
while she peeled off her jeans.  They swam across the shallow lake and then
back.  As they got out of the water, Rose deliberately let Barbara walk
ahead of her.  She had been dying to get a closer look at that tasty rear
of hers.  Just as Barbara, painfully slow it seemed, bent over to pick up
her jeans, and thereby revealing her appetizing labia to Rose, there was a
sudden burst of action in the bushes.  A young deer buck, by the look of
his horns at least four years old, apparently protecting his own or
completely bezerk, charged at the naked woman, who by pure instinct managed
to grab its lowered horns and hold on to them while screaming like a
terrified child.  Rose quickly rushed in to aid her hunting partner.  She
straddled the, by now, furious animal and gripped its horns from behind. 
She pressed her pelvis downwards and gave the wild animal the full weight
of her body.  The sensation when her soft cunt spread wide open against the
pulsating and jerking deer hide gave her an immense thrill.  With fierce
determination, she kicked him in the groin a couple of times, without
succeeding in bringing him down.  She went to work on his hind legs and
managed to force him down after a few menacing kicks with the heels of her
feet.  The screaming buck went down and rolled over to try and trow his
rider off, his four legs working lightning fast but aimlessly, kicking only
dirt and air.  Barbara let go of her grip and ran away to get a knife. 
Rose had wrapped her strong legs around its body and held its head with
straight arms, away from her pretty face.  He sure was a strong little
bastard, she thought.  She had a second violent orgasm as the buck almost
managed to break away, and she had to use all her strength to bring him
down to the ground again.  She hit him right on the testicles with another
kick.  That seemed to break its fighting spirit for a moment.  Then she
realized the absurdity of the situation.  They had been attacked by a deer,
wrestled it to the ground, and now she was having orgasms all over the poor
animal.  What the hell, she thought.  Nobody was watching.  Might as well
have a good time while it lasts.  She squeezed harder and began rotating
her hips.  The struggling buck's desperate shrieks was almost deafening,
but she held on to him and continued her bareback ride.  Her third orgasm
lasted for a long, long time.  It was real hard keeping him pinned while
climaxing for more than half a minute, but her determination was as strong
as her lust.  She hoped Barbara would arrive right now and that she had
brought the rucksack with the knife.  The buck made a final attempt at
breaking out of her choking embrace at the end of her climax, but the girl
persisted.  She got hold of its front legs with her hands and whispered in
a hoarse voice: "No, you don't!  We're going to kill you, and then we're
going to eat you for dinner.  Ain't nothing you can do about it!  You just
take it!" That was when she heard the sound of her friend, clumsily moving
through the vegetation.  Barbara, still naked as the day she was born,
pulled the knife out of the bag and squatted just out of reach of the
buck's still kicking hind legs.  With a cold, business-like expression on
her face she told Rose to bend its head backwards to expose its throat. 
Then she managed to pin both its front legs to the ground with her left
hand.  She took a deep breath and pressed the cold steel blade against the
animal's throat.  Rose watched her in silence as Barbara swiftly sliced its
throat all the way through.  The buck's struggle intensified for a little
while, as his life blood was pumping all over the woman's feet in rapid
spurts.  Rose noticed Barbara's obvious excitement as the woman watched the
buck die before her feet.  The size of Barbara's nipples was mighty
impressive.  Rose knew all too well how she felt.  She had been there
before herself.  The thrill of a kill often stirred up wild erotic emotions
deep inside.

   When the buck had finished breathing, Rose let go of it and gave Barbara
a big, warm hug.  She enjoyed the touch of the mature woman's breasts
against her own.  "You did good, Barb!  I wasn't sure you had it in you,
but you did swell!" "I wasn't too sure myself.  There was no time to think.
I guess that did it." "You're shivering.  You OK?" "Oooh...  I feel so..."
"Powerful?" "Yes!  Powerful and...  cruel.  I just killed the poor
creature." Rose smiled knowingly at her and squeezed her buttocks softly.
"You sure did!  And by the look of you, I think you deserve a reward."
Barbara protested half-heartedly but made no effort to remove the hands
caressing her ass.  "Wait!  This is SO wrong!  I'm a friend of your mother
for godsake!  If she finds out..." "But she won't, will she?" Barbara was
still hesitant when Rose kissed her on the mouth, but surrendered when the
young girl started teasing her with the tip of her tongue.  They lay down
in the grass, not far from the dead buck, and kissed passionately.  The
foreplay was over with in a couple of minutes.  Rose lay down on her belly
with her face between Barbara's legs.  She kissed the beautiful, sopping
wet cunt greedily and tormented the woman with fast tickling
tongue-movements all over her swollen labia.  She sucked a mouthful in and
drank her tasty juices.  Barbara moaned and grabbed Rose's raven black hair
and maneuvered her with a firm hand.  She whispered dirty words to her best
friend's daughter and told her how she wanted it done.  Rose was amazingly
skilled with her tongue for such a tender age.  She did everything right,
from the first kiss of her soft flesh, to the rough and rhythmic
clit-licking at the end.

   They gutted and skinned the buck, and then cut it into smaller chunks.
Then they washed the blood off their bodies.  This was an adventure they
were going to remember for the rest of their lives.  They would call it the
"buck incident" and smile secretly at the part they left out of the story.

   End of part 2.

   Comments very welcome.

   Pippi
   huntresspippi@yahoo.com 

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