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The Heroic Hunters
by Lisa Rains (lisarains@aol.com)

***

Two sexually frustrated wives on a camping trip with 
their neglectful husbands get satisfaction and revenge 
when two burly, big-dicked hunters wander into their 
campsite, take the "naughty" husbands in hand and 
service the grateful wives in the great outdoors. (MF, 
cpls, nc, dom, bi, oral, cuck)

***

Sandi's beautiful long legs straddled the trunk of a 
fallen oak tree. "Man, I wish I had brought my vibrator 
out here with me," she told her best friend Mandy who 
sat across from her out in the wilderness of the 
forest.

"Tell me about it," Mandy said. "I thought this was 
going to be a romantic, sexy camping trip with our 
husbands. Instead, the two of them get us out here in 
the middle of nowhere, then trek out to the lake 
together with their fishing poles and leave us here in 
camp alone. Just our luck, they'll probably be gone all 
day."

Sandi nodded. "Who cares when they come back? Ronny 
hasn't fucked me in five weeks," she said. "I'm going 
out of my mind."

This had become a frequent subject of conversation 
between two of them. Both of them were angry about the 
sexual neglect of their husbands. 

Sandi was trying to enjoy the late afternoon sun but 
she was an emotional wreck. She had been yearning for 
sex for a long time but something about being out here 
in this natural, wooded area made her feel particularly 
erotic. And judging by the way her man was ignoring 
her, there didn't seem to be anyway to satisfy her 
longing.

"I've never been unfaithful to Ronny," she said. "Have 
you ever played around on Lonnie?"

"No," Mandy said, her dark hair framing her lovely 
Asian face. "But believe me, I fantasize a lot about 
having a big strong man show some interest in me."

"Yeah," Sandi said. "I don't want to be bad, but it 
would serve those two losers of ours right if we were 
to get royally fucked by some guys who appreciated us. 
It would be their fault. How can they blame us? We have 
needs. The two of them are so selfish."

"I'd love to punish Lonnie for his indifference," Mandy 
said. "If only I was strong enough, I'd take his pants 
down, lean him bare-assed over the trunk of this tree 
and spank him like a little boy."

The two of them laughed and Sandi said: "I don't know 
why, but that idea really turns me on. Isn't that 
awful?"

Mandy laughed even harder. "Yeah. That's weird. I don't 
know where that idea came from but it gets me hot too."

"Wouldn't it be fun to spank their naughty asses 
together?" Sandi asked. "That would teach them a lesson 
wouldn't it?"

Mandy clapped her hands impulsively and giggled. "We 
could make them lie over the tree trunk with their 
pants and underpants down around their knees," she 
said. "Then we could go pick a couple switches off one 
of these trees. We could switch their behinds bright 
red. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Sandi laughed. "Maybe we could combine our fantasies of 
getting sexually satisfied AND punishing our hubbies by 
finding two strong men to man-handle them for us and 
rewarding our heroes by generously offering them our 
hot pussies and letting them have their way with us."

They continued to fantasize together, laughing and 
getting hotter and hotter.

"It's a good thing there are no men for miles," Sandi 
said. "I honestly don't know what would happen."

Just at that moment, two big powerful looking men 
emerged from the woods. They carried rifles and looked 
like lumberjacks. One man was bearded, wearing a red 
flannel shirt. The other man was clean-shaven, wearing 
a blue sweatshirt that highlighted his sparkling blue 
eyes. They were both muscular and stood well over six-
foot-six.

"Oh, sorry," said the blue-eyed man when he saw the 
women. "We didn't know anyone was camping here."

Sandi couldn't help but notice the sizable bulge in the 
front of his pants.

She noticed Mandy giving the bearded guy an 
appreciative look, eying the front of his pants, no 
doubt noticing that he too looked like the rifle wasn't 
the only heavy weapon he was packing.

"Come have some coffee with us," Sandi said, not 
knowing what came over her.

Soon, the four of them were talking, getting 
acquainted. The blue-eyed man's name was Wes. He was a 
former Dallas Cowboy running back and still looked to 
be in top shape.

The bearded one, who immediately began a flirtatious 
exchange with Mandy, was called Les. He was a former 
boxer.

The two of them had been hunting and just happened onto 
the site.

To this day, Sandi still doesn't exactly know how it 
happened. But one thing led to another.

Soon the four of them were sitting on the ground making 
out, their backs against the fallen tree. Sandi was 
kissing Wes. He had her top off, feeling her exposed 
tits, rough but not too rough. He was a great kisser.

Beside them Les and Mandy were kissing too. She had his 
pants and jockey shorts down around his ankles and was 
playing with the biggest cock Sandi had ever seen.

Mandy looked over and winked proudly. "Is this a 
fantastic prick or what?"

Sandi picked up the cue. Soon she had Wes's pants down 
and his huge dick was at least as large as Les's.

Time stood still as the two of them kept kissing the 
hunters and working away on their rock-hard massive 
cocks.

Sandi was in heaven. But in the corner of her mind, she 
kept telling Wes: "Our husbands could come back at any 
moment. I don't want to stop, but this is very 
dangerous."

Wes just leaned his head over and kissed her nipples. 

"Don't you worry about it," he said. "Les and I will 
take care of your husbands."

And it wasn't long after that that the girls' shorts 
and panties were off and they were lying naked, legs 
spread, straddling the oak, their heads less than a 
foot apart.

The hunters, now completely nude, stroked them 
expertly, stimulating their well-lubed vaginas, sliding 
their fingers in and out as the women moaned in 
ecstasy.

Suddenly Sandi began to come as Wes fingered her juicy 
pussy. And as she did, she heard Mandy loudly screaming 
with uncontrolled joy. Both of them enjoyed a long 
shuddering orgasm – at the exact same time.

Sandi hadn't gotten off like that for months – maybe 
EVER! It was all so naughty and sinful. But because it 
had been so long since a man had stroked or cared for 
her, the finger-fucking (sweet as it was) felt like 
just the beginning of what they needed. 

Sandy looked toward the path where Ronny and Lonnie 
would be returning. She was glowing inside, feeling 
very wicked since Ronny could come into camp and catch 
her at any moment.

"Wow," said Wes to his friend. "My woman's pussy is 
still soaking wet."

Les laughed, kissing Mandy's right breast and tonguing 
her hard nipple. "Mine too," he said. "These two must 
really have been starved for attention."

Sandi shivered with the nastiness of hearing these 
powerful men talking about her and Mandy in the third 
person, as if they weren't even there. The guys were 
controlling them so totally.

"My God!" she said to Wes. "You have us so hot. I feel 
like fucking you till the cows come home. But what if 
our husbands catch us?"

Wes laughed again and said: "I told you we've got that 
covered." Then he kissed the side of her neck, right 
below her jaw line. 

Les began licking Mandy's underarms. Sandi could hear 
her sigh.

And soon the hunters were kissing the women all over, 
slowly working their way down until their rough, craggy 
faces were buried between the gals' legs.

Sandi couldn't believe how worked up it was getting 
her. 

As if reading her mind, Mandy said: "Oh this feels 
wonderful, doesn't it? Are you tingling like I am?"

"Oh yes!" Sandi sighed, "He's giving me the best head 
I've ever had." She meant it too. It was amazing. His 
rough, leathery face scratched and tickled the insides 
of her thighs. But his tongue was warm and soft. And he 
was using just the right amount of pressure. The 
contrast was driving her out of her mind.

"It's the same with Les," Mandy said. "He's rough and 
tender at the same time. I could keep him between my 
legs for a week. But what are we going to do if Ronny 
and Lonnie come back and catch us?"

And just at that moment, the husbands stepped into the 
clearing and stared in shock at the sight of their 
wives being serviced by these two heavy hung studs.

Mandy's husband Lonnie was the first to speak. "What 
the hell is going on here?" he demanded.

Ronny stepped forward, his fists clenched. "Get your 
hands off my wife," he told Wes. 

"Okay," Wes said, smiling at Ronny. "Glad to oblige." 
And he gave Sandi a little kiss on her flat gorgeous 
belly and stood up (his big cock as hard as ever).

Les got up too and the two hunters stood there, nude 
and "proud" taking in the sight of Ronny and Lonnie 
angrily clenching their fists. Finally Les spoke to 
Mandy. "So this is your husband?" he asked. 

Wes laughed. "Yeah," he chimed in to Sandi, 
scrutinizing Ronny. "This is the guy you were so 
worried about?"

Sandi felt her heart beating like a jack hammer. She 
didn't know exactly what, but she knew something really 
fun and exciting was about to happen.

Wes turned to her. "You know what these guys look like 
to me?" he asked her. "They look like little horses – 
ponies I used to ride on when I was a kid. In fact, I 
think I'd like a ride right now, wouldn't you, Les?"

Les laughed. "Yeah," he said. "But I think we need to 
ride these little horsies bareback."

And suddenly, like lightning, Wes and Les grabbed the 
outraged husbands and began wrestling them down onto 
the ground.

Sandi and Mandy sat up on the tree trunk, still nude, 
and watched in amazement as the hunters handled their 
spouses effortlessly. Both women were amazed and Sandi 
was too intrigued to be embarrassed about how wet it 
was getting her to see the spectacle that was taking 
place in front of her.

Wes had Ronny on his back, straddling his chest. 
Expertly, he reached back and, without even looking, 
peeled the belt right off his shorts.

Meanwhile, Les was sitting naked on the ground with 
Lonnie face up over his lap. His left hand held 
Lonnie's throat, squeezing – not hard enough to choke 
him, just hard enough to render him helpless. With his 
right hand, he unbuckled the poor guy's belt, 
unbuttoned his shorts and with one neat motion slid his 
shorts and jockeys completely off.

Wes did the same thing with Ronny.

In less than two minutes, the hunters had the husbands 
on their hands and knees – naked! 

Sandi couldn't believe how hot it was getting her. 
Mandy too was getting very stoked. It was so 
fascinating. The girls had never seen their husbands 
controlled and dominated – much less controlled and 
dominated so easily.

And before the ladies knew it, Wes and Les had mounted 
their nude "ponies." They sat astride them, proudly.

"You guys belong to us now," Les told the husbands. 
"You're going to be our horsies and we're going to ride 
you bareback while your wives watch.

"But, but..." Lonnie started to protest. But Les took 
him by the hair, pulled his head back and inserted 
Lonnie's own belt in his mouth. "Here, this should shut 
you up." Then he landed a loud, hard resounding smack 
on Lonnie's bare ass. 

"Now start moving," he said, laughing. 

Wes made Ronny put his belt in his mouth too. And the 
two ponies began carrying their "cowboys" around the 
remains of last night's campfire on their hands and 
knees, using the belts as bit and reins. 

The women sat on the tree trunk watching in amazement.

Sandi had to admit that, for whatever bizarre reason, 
this was an incredible turn on. She knew she should say 
something or try to save her poor Ronny from this 
humiliation, but she found herself inexplicably 
laughing. He deserved this comeuppance. This was as 
aroused as she'd ever been in her life and there she 
was with the giggles.

As if reading her mind, Mandy grabbed her arm with both 
hands: "Oh Sandi, this is so hot," she said. "Why am I 
so turned on?"

The two of them sat spellbound and watched as the 
strong, masculine hunters rode their hubbies around and 
around the unlit camp fire. The site of four naked men 
– two of them in complete control; the other two at 
their complete mercy – was somehow liberating. Sandi 
felt free.

Mandy repeated her question. "Why is watching my 
husband being turned into a pony getting me so 
aroused?"

"I feel it too," Sandi said. "I think we both know 
instinctively that we're going to enjoy a night of wild 
sex with these two studs and there's not a thing our 
boys can do to stop it."

So they kept watching the "ride," getting more and more 
turned on.

"Look at their cocks," Mandy said. "I can't believe how 
big and hard they are."

Sandi gasped at the sight. Sure enough the hunters' 
powerful dicks were standing up like huge steel bars, 
pre-cum glistening on the heads. The girls were getting 
their revenge on their lazy, inattentive husbands -- 
and they were getting it in the best possible way.

"What do you think, ladies?" Wes called out to them as 
they continued to ride the guys around the dead fire. 
"Do they make good horses or what?"

Sandi didn't know what came over her but all of a 
sudden she called out: "Make them trot!"

Mandy laughed delightedly at her boldness. "I can't 
believe you said that!" she said, patting Sandi's 
thigh.

And sure enough the hunters began to slap the husbands' 
asses with the palms of their big strong hands.

"You heard 'em boys," Wes said. "Giddyup."

And soon the sounds of hard slaps were reverberating 
through the woods. The "bareback riders" stepped up 
their pace obediently as the girls cheered.

After few laps, the hunters slowed them down again and 
Les called to the women: "Wow," he said. "Where are our 
manners? There's plenty of room. Why don't you two join 
us and ride double with us?"

Both women shot up off the tree trunk and hurried over 
– each to her respective husband. After some discussion 
it was decided the girls should ride in front with the 
hunters behind them.

Sandi liked that arrangement because she got to feel 
Wes's powerful hard-on against the top of her bare ass 
AND since Wes could slap harder, having him in back 
would give the husbands more "inspiration."

She felt a sweet revenge knowing that Ronny could feel 
her wet pussy on his back. This was the start of a fun 
night.


STILL TO COME:

The husbands get leaned over the trunk of the tree and 
the hunters straddle them for a spectacular bare-assed 
spanking. (And yes, the wives definitely participate.)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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