It was the day before thanksgiving. I was deer hunting several ridgepole over from my menage. I had placed my stand up in the Tree so I could overlook the whole vale. About 9 Am ; I saw movement on the other side of meat 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 prop had numerous `` No hunt '' signs posted. If she saw me she might call the plot warden and have me arrested so I just sat still thinking about what I should do. Christine Palmer had been my high up schoolhouse english instructor my senior year. I had spent too much time lusting at her farsighted 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 brook and started drawing on a artist study pad. I guessed she was about 35 now. Appeared to have held up well since I was in her division 10 years ago.

The break of day had been unevenful until now but a unknown thought suddenly entered my mind. I 'd like to have a part 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 raising for the space to Mrs Palmer and squeezed the gun trigger. The rifle barked and I saw my 2 legged `` cervid '' 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 mound and across the creek. Christine Palmer lay on her back on the work bench with her metrical unit on the ground. Her blue eyes were open in a vitrified death stare. There was a large red stain on her thick sweater between her breasts where my hummer 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 combat injury. I took my hunting knife and cut the bra and removed the cup from her delicious looking bosom. Her ample tit sagged to each side. They were still strong to the touch as I squeezed them with my manus. My hardening prick stirred in my pants and I felt a free fall of pre-cum leak from the end of it. My hands slid down her smoothe tummy and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I saw that the fork had a large wet stain before sliding them down over her shapely hips to her articulatio talocruralis. She was clad in Andrew Dickson White lacy french-cut pantie soiled and dripping with her yellow death pee that I also pulled to her ankles. At this point ; I pulled the pissy jean and panty off over her place ; discarding the jean and placing the wet panty to my poke to inhale her fragrance. Christine had a thickheaded lustrious bush of dark browned pubic hair covering her moist slit. I dropped to my articulatio genus and buried my expression into her pussy and stuck my glossa as far into her chap as possible. It still had a lurk mite of lovingness and tasted and smelled slightly mellisonant, pissy and fishy at the Lapp time. Such safe pussy and I had n't even screw it yet. But I was definitely ready to. Christine 's body was about as lubed as I could get it. Grasping the script ; I pulled the consistency across the judiciary so that it was all lying categorical on the workbench. I removed the remainder of her clothes and shoes and now Christine Arnold Daniel Palmer was as naked as the day she was born ; except for the mob on her digit and the thrust earrings. Seeing the lovely icy blue utterly flesh fabrication there so still and available made the luxuria completely overtake me.

My tool was as long and hard as I ever remember it as I pulled down my gasp and underwear and lowered myself onto my 2 legged `` deer '' and slue my throbbing organ into her until our pubic fuzz meshed. As I fucked her numb slit ; my oculus surveyed the body beneath me. Her shoulder distance dark dark-brown hair smelled salutary as I sniffed it. Her typeface was very beautiful and her eye makeup accented her disconsolate oculus perfectly as her cherry tree red lipstick did the slightly parted lips. Her endearing tits jiggled as I pounded my rod into her. I sucked on her pap as I fucked her. She definitely had the curves and look that turned me on. Her second joint were wan like the rest of her except for a dark brown groyne on the inside of her left one. Christine was the perfective tense devotee. I did n't have to make up modest talk or worry about pleasing her. I only had to please myself and I was doing a pretty respectable job of it as I continued to bang her passionately. I wondered if her husband realized how beautiful a body his leggy wife still had and when was the last meter he made lovemaking to this lovely creature for what was really the last clip. But enough of that ! The head of my cock was feeling so wonderful on each solidus as I completely withdrew from Christine and rammed my rooster into her love canal all the way to the cervix. My musket ball burned as I felt my incumbrance of hot sticky cum shoot into her dead twat. I ground the base of my cock against her unfeeling clitoris as I filled her pussy good. Oh ! That was soooo safe ! I withdrew and sat back between those longsighted shapely legs. I 'll bet they would reckon really sexy in a twosome of rayons. My cum was starting to drop from the overflowing pussy and down into the crack of her ass. That gave me an musical theme. I had never fucked a woman 's ass before not that I had n't tried. I turned the corpse over on her tummy and gazed at her curveaceaous ass. What sexy hips and buttocks ! I stuck my finger inside the sticky pussy and withdrew a ball of my cum that I smeared around her slack up 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 various transactions later.

Crawling off ; I turned Christine Palmer 's corpse onto it 's back and kissed her on her cool down lips before taking all her dress downstream and throwing them into the creek. I left the creek on the side her nursing home was on and made racetrack up the hill to the pasture where her husband had the cows. I then returned to the brook by the same tracks and hoisted my 2 legged `` deer '' over my shoulder and went up the creek about a air mile to where a branch intersected before making my way back rest home. Taking Christine 's corpse into my can ; I placed it into the bathtub and washed the blood from the fiddling entree wound in her dresser and the larger departure wounding in her back.

Taking my lovely prey from the tub ; I lay her on my bed. Her dead physical structure turned me on so very very much. She was mine ; all mine. The mortician would n't get to throw his way with this one. I removed my wearing apparel and lay beside her ; kissing her rim and taking one of her cold stiffening hands and placing it around my bulging cock for a few minutes as I admired the fine distaff specimen beside me. I sucked on her cherry red finger's breadth nails and toe nails. With my cock rock and roll hard ; I mounted Christine 's corpse in the 69 post and slid my throbbing rod into her backtalk and push up it into her lovely throat. While I fucked her beat mouth ; I caressed her shapely pale thighs and sticky cunt with my fingers and kissed her soft pubic hair and the top of her slit with my backtalk. On each hard thrust my turncock seemed to go further down her throat until it was going all the way in. It felt wonderful ! My shaft soon erupted and I shot her pharynx full of my sticky goo and then crawled off. I had another idea. I went to the kitchen and returned with three bombastic banana tree. Turning Christine over on her stomach ; I played with her shapely ass and then inserted one of the bananas into her fountainhead lube rectum and pumped it in and out before jamming it almost totally at heart. Turning her back over on her binding ; I had to induce her one more than time with my own heavy `` banana '' before I inserted the yellowed fruit into her. I slid my cock into the frigidity, dead, sticky pussy and fucked it until shot it wide of my cum again. Mighty all right and very satisfying ; I would say. Withdrawing my wellspring used rod ; I rammed one of the remaining banana into her cold distended viscid clam and the other one between the cherry red back talk and down the throat.

Scooping my two-legged deer into my coat of arms ; I carried her to the basement and placed the physical structure in a chair beside the freezer. I spread a roll of midst, take in plastic sheating on the storey ; placed the sexy corpse on it with arms folded across the stomach ; fondled her nipple and then packaged Christine Arnold Daniel Palmer for the freezer. I placed bungee cord cord around the neck, stomach, thighs, and ankles to hold the charge plate in place. Clearing the rest of the food from the freezer ; I hoisted my two-legged `` deer '' and placed her in the ass and returned the nutrient to the frezzer on top of her. I 'd waitress for things around here to cool off down before thinking about preparing the body. Besides, I needed some instruction manual and recipes on how to prepare `` girl nitty-gritty '' for a feast.

I returned to my deer stand and brought it and the residuum 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. thoroughly. That definitely should cover my course. A very sucessful `` deer '' hunt ; do n't you recall !