Nashville Pussy
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Episode 443: DEER GOD
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 443: DEER GOD - Welcome to the SOAP OPERA PORNO none of you ever thought you wanted. One with plot and hardcore sex in every way imaginable. Piper Cherry started over in Nashville from scratch after a destructive marriage. New neighbors, new career with unlimited playmates, more money than she knew how to spend, and no desire to behave. It must be contagious, now everyone around her wants to be with her or to be like her. Nashville however had more to offer than she could ever predict. Anything goes! Perfect!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Cabin fever begins here!
As daylight barely pierced the skylight above his bed, Randy Beckett covered his brow with a forearm. His bowstring arm at that. The scent of coffee brewing struck his acute nostrils enough to scan about the bedroom from the shade of his arm before lifting it away.
“Tranquility Baker either made me breakfast or started coffee on the way out.”
Rolling out of bed to sit on the side of his mattress he eyed the door to see a tag hanging down from the knob. “A Do Not Disturb? Who is going to disturb me besides her.” Rising he shuffled to the tag and plucked it off its perch. “Cute! A pussycat purring.”
Sensing something sticky on the back he flipped it over and grinned. “Lipstick kiss! I better hide this before I bring Maggy here later. She finds this I might lose out on some mighty fine pussy.” Another glance at the cat side he had to laugh. Under the mattress it went for safe keeping.
Awake now he left the bedroom for the kitchen and tracked down that coffee maker. A clean cup resting next to the coffee pot on its heating mechanism, he poured his cup and turned the maker off. “Better not leave it running too long. I’d hate to burn this beautiful cabin to the ground.” He even unplugged it! Something he often did at home as well.
Leaning on the kitchen island he peered out the window into the wilderness behind the home. Activity abounding he saw a pair of rabbits. “Realistically, I should have been up and out there long before now. I’d love to land a buck this trip even if I won’t have as much time as I need to clean it before I’ll need to guide Maggy Stewart out here. All that rain it’s too muddy for her vehicle. If it got too messy her ole’ man would question why. Can’t have a State Trooper ruining my marriage, even if I’m doing that to his.”
Sighing he noticed a doe slipping from the foliage. “Morning, Sweetheart! Where’s your daddy.” As if instinct the doe looked his way then bolted off. “Reading my mind, Kid?” So it seemed! Shrugging it off he heard his dogs barking from their kennel on the bed of his truck. “Speaking of kids. Buford and Arlo want breakfast too.” Gravy Train in his truck he poured some hot water in a pan and marched butt ass naked outside. Boots only to prevent muddy toes he reached the truck bed.
Canvas whipped upward he greeted his pups good morning. Pans on the tail gate he went to the cab and grabbed the bag of dogfood and carried it back. Poured into each pan he added the hot water and shook it about to absorb. From there he opened their cages and let them feed from the tailgate. Bag tossed back into the cab he stretched vividly and peered out at the lake.
“Man, I could live out here.”
As he looked out at the lake he was caught off guard by a woman in a kayak. “Trespasser! Harmony didn’t mention any neighbors.” A pair of binoculars in his cab he grabbed them and zoomed in on the woman wearing a pale green tank top and a ballcap turned backwards. “Oh! Nice rack!” Her chest was at minimal a 38C with no bra beneath. The crisp morning air had those nipples standing tall. “She looks to be about 30 maybe.”
Sensing him the woman looked his way and smirked. “What am I doing? I’m standing here naked.” Not really shy, he moved behind his opened truck door as coverage. He quickly saw her pout over his decision. Before he could lower his peeps she lifted her top and flashed him her breasts.
“Well, now! Howdy neighbor!”
The weight of the truck shifting under his elbows on the door he heard howling. Both Arlo and Buford abandoned the bed and raced to the shore of the lake barking at her. Opting to alter her oar direction the brunette turned her kayak and rowed toward the tail wagging hounds. Shrugging over his nudity and her response Randy gave up hiding, set his binoculars in his truck seat and took a walk down to the shoreline. Not exactly erect but the closer he got it was lifting her spirits as much as his.
“Morning!” The beauty smiled! “Sorry if I startled you. I presume you’re a renter.”
“Weekend getaway! I was unaware there were neighboring properties.”
“There’s not! I drove up a back road. I keep my boat here in hiding so I can get some exercise. Harmony and Trank don’t own the lake. By the way, I’m not offended.”
“Nor am I! You caught me off guard or I’d be wearing pants.”
“No worries! Wait until I stand up.” She laughed! Reaching shore she did indeed stand up. No trousers, trunks, or even a bikini bottom. “Nobody can see me unless I show off. I’m Haley Pilgrim. You?”
“Randy Beckett! Nashville native. I go hunting in this area.”
“Oh, really! Got a hunting permit?”
“I do. Not on me at the moment.” He chuckled! “As you can see.”
“I will need to see that before I leave. Game Warden’s daughter! I work with my dad.”
“Ah! Dennis is your dad.”
“You know my Pop?”
“Never met him personally. Tranquility mentioned him last night after warning me against deer hunting. She mentioned Dennis ignores that himself.”
“I can believe that. Yeah, just be careful. I’ll overlook it just this once if you decide to hunt.”
“I’ll go with the bow. Quieter!”
“Might need a longer arrow.” She winked at his erection realizing its full potential. “Sorry! Hard to miss.” Stepping out of her kayak into the water she moved from the lake onto solid ground. No shoes it was pretty squishy. “What can I say anyway, you busted me with no pants.”
“So I presume you don’t have you badge.”
“Oh, it’s in the boat with my shorts. I just didn’t feel like putting them on.” She did rotate around and bent forward to drag her boat further onto the shore to prevent it slipping away. Randy admired her tight little ass and clam. Inviting to say the least.
“Nice backside!”
“Thanks! I stay fit. Kayaking builds my upper body. I run every morning too. So, your dogs are sniffing me.” Buford was right up on her.
“We all are.” He laughed! “Join me for a cup of coffee?”
“Black coffee?” She winked!
“I think I had a couple cups last night.”
“Ah! Trank and Harmony both. You go, Randy! Nice! Our secret!”
Ignoring Buford as Randy collared Arlo and drew him back, Haley whipped her tank top off and tossed it in her boats sole cavity. Her ballcap remained on. A few licks from Buford’s tongue getting a bit too close she tensed up and pointed at the pooch. “Hey! Watch that cold nose, Buddy!”
“That’s enough, Buford. Go take a dump or something.” Shooing both canines away the dogs strolled the lake sniffing about. “Are you always this friendly with strangers?”
“Only the ones who look like freaks. I fit into that category.”
“I’m not sure I’d call myself a freak, but I do enjoy life when I can.”
“Like the Wilder gals. Well, Baker in Trank’s case.”
“I just hired Harmony. She found out I was a big outdoorsman type so she offered her cabin to me this weekend.”
“Hired! To train your dogs? She used to be in the canine corps.”
“No! I own a very successful architectural slash construction firm. She answered an ad for builders.”
“Ah! So, you’re rich.”
“Comfortable!”
“Coffee still on the me n u?”
“Menu? Sure! Follow me!”
“I’ll just use the compass you’re creating.” She pointed at his shadow on the grass. He shook his head and took the lead. “No expectations by the way. Just enjoying my day off.”
“Is your dad around?”
“Over by Kellogg this morning.”
“Near Cahoots?”
“You must know the area pretty well.”
“Stopped in Cahoots and had a beer one night.”
“That place is hook up central. You meet Laura Beth Gilroy?”
“So that’s Laura’s last name. Yeah, we had a nice chat, her and her friend ... Maggy, I think it was.”
“Oh, hell! You know Maggy Stewart, her hubby is a State Trooper.”
“So, she said!”
“She mention her son Curtis? That boy is one wicked son of a bitch.”
“Only by name. Nothing about him. Why do you say wicked?”
“Just crazy is all. Last I heard he went off to Nashville. College, I think! More to get laid, I suspect. He’s had every girl in a thirty-mile radius.”
“That include you?”
“Unfortunately! He is damn good in bed though.”
“Wouldn’t he be too young for you?”
“I’m only 29! He’s like 19, I think! Bad ass with a bow and arrow, I’ll give Cupid that. I caught him hunting illegally. He charmed my pants off and we fucked in the woods.”
“Ah! Like you want from me.”
“I didn’t say that, but I wouldn’t turn it down.” She laughed as the dogs zipped by them and up onto the truck bed to finish breakfast. Ignoring the dogs Randy led her to the back of the cabin. Near the hot tub was an outdoor shower.
“Wash those feet before you track indoors. I’ll go reheat the coffee.”
“Cool!”
As Randy headed through the French doors to jumpstart that pot of caffeine, he watched the brunette showering in all of her glory. Catching him admiring her she shook her breasts and wagged her tongue at him.
“Christ! I’m going to be worn out before I even get with Maggy later. Haley reminds me of Dakota Johnson only with much bigger tits. Fifty Shades of Purple, I say.” He smirked! “Fuck that Grey area!” She just knew he was stroking his big fat cock while watching her. Teasing him she reached her hand lower to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. She was certainly hopeful!
Finishing her cleanse Haley shut the water off and found a towel used last night on a chair back. Dry she cast it aside and made her way indoors. In the kitchen she discovered Randy leaning against the counter sipping his brew. Sliding another fresh cup her way she accepted it and took a sip. “Need sugar?”
“Creamer!” She winked then lowered her cup toward his penis. “I dare you.”
“Alright! Cool whip, it is!” He began jerking off as she knelt down blowing at her brew one second, then the tip of his dick the next. “Maybe I am a freak.”
“Dear God, I hope so.” After a terse three minutes of beating off Randy drowned her cup of Folgers. Creamy as it was she winked at the frothy mess within. “I used to be a barista.”
“I can see Starbucks written all over your face.”
“Mm!” She sampled her coffee and licked her lips. “Perfect!” Standing up she turned to look at the island and sat her cup down just long enough to hop up and take a seat. Scooting back a bit she continued drinking her cup. Legs wide of course. “So, have you had breakfast yet?”
“Only coffee!” He knew exactly what she was hoping for. Nodding at her deliberate offer he sat his cup aside and ventured closer. “I could probably eat a bite before I hit the woods. Care to show me a few spots I might get lucky at?”
“Here and here!” She nibbled her lower lip and pressed a fingernail to her clitoris, then her vulva. “Oh! And here!” Butt pucker teased!
“How about here?”
Randy reached up and placed an index finger to her tongue. Sucking on his print she rolled her eyes back and mumbled, “Yes! There too!” He thought so! Removing his finger, he caressed his palm down between her breasts and across her firm belly until reaching her bikini area. With a wink he retraced his steps with his mouth, lips kissing from neckline to clitoris. Exhaling on it he felt a fine mist spray his direction. Without further ado Randy sampled her clit, then dug his tongue up inside her cunt. Finger below his chin he gently fucked her anal cavity. Haley Renee Pilgrim had no choice but to sit her coffee cup aside or spill it everywhere.
“Mm! You’re good at that.”
No reply on his part he fed on her cunt for five long minutes until she shrieked and fell flat on her back atop the island. Drawing her legs up and buckling them over her upper body he went back for more, only using her anus as his dinner plate. Shockingly tasty he could not get enough of her. Another orgasm rallied she shook like a leaf in his clutches. “God! I needed that. Thank you!”
“Now, about those game trails.” He released her and stood up straight to pop his back. She presumed he meant giving him the lay of the land concerning the wilderness outside. Instead, she found his thick cock rolling along her saturated cunt. Unable to speak in the moment she just let him tease her. Drawing her into a skid on the marble counter top to bring her closer he shoved his tip right up inside her vulva. Warm, wet, and wild she creased her brow with an expression of “God, yes!” Fucking her, she stared up at him with intensity. Dakota Johnson was begging for Christian!
Glaring back at her without blinking he changed his mission up and pulled out, then lowering to her anal cavity. Dipping in it was a tight fit but not that unmanageable. It was obvious Haley loved anal. Back and forth for ten thrust durations he made her cum again before he finally gave in and nutted a Jetstream right up her cunt. Wishing he had done that in her asshole instead he chalked it up to bad judgment. Exhausted in the moment he stood up straight then lashed out with his palm to swat her clit. Reacting with awe but loving it she found him swatting her five more times. Each time she began panting heavily.
Done finally, Randy left her on the island and ventured outside to that shower and rinsed his body off, soaping up his penis and scrotum just to feel cleansed properly. She made her way out and grabbed that towel to dry him off. Fawning a bit too much over him Randy had to take control. “I need to get some hunting in. Joining me or heading out?”
“I’ll need to change into my clothes back at my Bronco. I rather like my unscratched body. Bugs will be murder out there too.”
“How far away did you park.”
“East end of the lake. Grab your truck and I’ll ride along with you and show you the way.”
“What about your kayak?”
“Fuck! Right! Go out to the main road, make a left and go down to a sign on a tree, left side of the road. The sign says No Hunting but I’ll overlook that. The path is next to that tree. It’s not hard to find. I’ll cruise back on the lake and meet you at my Bronco.”
“Fair enough! Head on out while I get dressed. Meet you in say 30 minutes.”
“Perfect! I brought my bow along.” She giggled! “Mind if I hunt with you?”
“Not at all.”
“My dad built a treehouse out there. It may say No Hunting but he put the sign up to protect his spot.”
“Greedy bastard!”
“You got that right.”
With a chuckle Haley walked around the house and out to the lake. Climbing in after a shove off she was rowing up a storm. Randy watched her take off then went inside to put on his camo gear. Ten minutes of prep time he whistled for his dogs to mount up. Bowls in cages with them he shut the tailgate and left the cabin behind.
Harlin, Tennessee! 18 miles from the cabin.
“What am I going to wear to meet Randy tonight?”
At home, Maggy Stewart and her best friend Laura Beth Gilroy explored options in her closet. A stay at home mom up until her son Curtis moved out, she grew increasingly bored. Her husband Burke short for Burkett a State Trooper worked far more than he needed to simply to enjoy his own adventures behind Maggy’s back. Two can play that game Buddy Boy!
“You really like Randy, don’t you Magpie.”
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