I was sitting with my back to the wall, naked as the day I was born.

The mysterious woman stood over me, naked.

The huntress’s body was far more like Billie’s than the professor’s, though the huntress had a far smaller chest. Her breasts were mostly big, brown nipples sticking out like erasers from her little boobs.

Black hair, dark green eyes, and those freckles, which did move to darken her skin where the sunlight touched her.

She stood there, proud, in front of me, as let my gaze drift down her face, to the stiff hard nipples and then to her muscled stomach. I couldn’t see her ass, but I could appreciate her hips, were so round and full.

Then I was surprised to see that she didn’t have any pubic hair. I doubted she shaved, and yet, there were her blushing lips between her legs.

Yes, she was turned on, but it was more than that. The insides of her thighs gleamed from her juices.

I couldn’t look away from her sex. She was there, standing only in her sandals. Why was she naked if she didn’t come for a very specific purpose?

“No’cha amooch cha’kancha,” she said in a completely alien language. Her green eyes were checking me out, traveling up and down my body but lingering on my cock.

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” I said. “But I think I know what you want.”

I stood up and approached her carefully.

She was shorter than Billie, but more compact. She was so muscular, from her thick thighs to her sculpted arms. She was like sex personified.

In the enclosed space under the overhang, I realized I could smell her excitement. She had a musky smell, that indescribable fragrance that I’d experienced that first night with Billie in the bus.

Before I knew it, I stepped up close. “You feel it, don’t you?”

I was gazing into her eyes. The lust was making me brave, crazy almost. Both Billie and Holly had gotten off the night before, but I hadn’t, and it was like I could feel the buildup, an energy in my body that needed a release. K’Shaul had a way of making us all so crazy.

She didn’t glance away. “Ha’lancha makcha focha. Chooch, chooch, chooch focha!”

I was betting that “chooch” meant “very” or “extremely.” Was she telling me that she was as fucking horny as I was? It seemed so.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said.

“Kiss,” she echoed. “Kiss you now.” She smiled and then said, “Bocha. Cha. Bocha. Cha. Cha. Cha.”

Didn’t know what any of that meant, but I was naked, she was naked, and I had warned her I was going to do something.

Then, I was feeling her hot skin on mine. I could feel those long, thick nipples push into my chest. And then I was grabbing her ass.

Fuck, I’d been around Holly and Billie enough, and I so wanted to grab their asses, but I couldn’t. I wanted to feel their tits, suck on their nipples, lick the slits between their legs, but they made it clear they couldn’t with me.

The huntress moaned at my touch.

She kissed me, and it wasn’t just a little kiss on the cheek, like Billie had given me.

She pressed her lips against mine, moaning, gasping, and then she was giving me her tongue.

I was beside myself with lust. One hand held her ass—it was so plump and full, but underneath were iron-hard muscles. This woman made Billie the CrossFit queen seem out of shape.

My other hand went into her hair, so soft, so thick, so clean. My girl had soap somewhere, though she didn’t smell like soap. She smelled like sex.

But I had to be careful. She was well-armed, and she’d stolen our meat the night before. It wasn’t like I’d forgotten. And yet, there was no way I was going to let a little stealing get in the way of drinking her in.

My logical mind was getting in the way. It wasn’t a time for logic. It was a time to do all the things I wanted to do with Holly and Billie but couldn’t.

With her tongue in my mouth, she reached and grabbed my cock. She gasped and said something in her language, something about a “grancha dicha” and gave my dick a squeeze.

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I gasped into her mouth. I could smell our kiss. I wanted to smell every part of her.

She went to drop to her knees, but I caught her under the arms. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been that fucking on fire in my life.

She was strong, but I was stronger.

I got her down on her hands and knees. I made sure she was kneeling on a combination of her tunic and my survival suit, so she was comfortable.

I couldn’t care less about my own knees. I spread her ass cheeks open, and I was looking at her holes. Her pussy was tiny and mostly brown, except she had a bright pink clit pointing out of a brown hood. The inside of her sex was also bright pink, so different than the brown swirl of knotted flesh of her other hole. She was oozing girl cum like crazy.

Her scent drove me to bury my tongue into her sweetness. Her little hole was tight around my tongue. Was she a virgin? It seemed like she might be because she was so tight.

Inhaling her primal scent, I fucked her with my tongue.

I felt her reach between her legs, to diddle her little clitty, but she didn’t need to do that. I would be more than happy to suck on it. I wanted to experience every part of her, every single square inch—smell it, taste it, fuck it.

I got on my back, so I could lick her clit.

I couldn’t help it. I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself as I feasted on her swollen sex. She started grunting, and then, she stiffened. She was pressing down on my face, and then, she was orgasming. I could feel her little body spasming, over and over, as the pleasure hit her in wave after wave.

Every blast of bliss made her grunt more. It was so sexy, and I almost came myself.

Luckily, the huntress would have none of that.

She turned around, and then, we were sixty-nining.

I had my tongue back in her hole as she sucked the head of my cock into her little mouth.

Oh, she was little, but still so sexy and strong. She must’ve had to reach a little to get to my cock, but I appreciated her effort.

I grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth. I could feel her teeth, yes, but her tongue and the rest of her were so soft, warm, and inviting.

She was gagging a little, but she was also moaning, and fresh juice spilled out of her pussy to paint my face.

I was bathed in the huntress’s essence, and I wanted to drink nothing else until the day I died. Then she moved forward, licking down my shaft to tongue my balls.

It seemed she was willing to do anything.

A second later, though, she spun around. “Fochacha!” she cried out. “Fochacha! Dicha! Pucha!”

I watched as she got her legs underneath her. And then, she was lowering her pink and brown pussy down on the head of my cock. We were both so slick with our juices that I slid into her easily.

Her mouth had felt good, but that was nothing compared to the heaven of her tight snatch taking me into the depths of her core.

Her pussy was looked like it was so full it might burst. Her little lips were clinging to the side of my cock, her little clitty quivering, as she sank down until I was balls deep in her.

She had thighs of an Olympic gymnast, and she was so small, so slender, she had no trouble raising herself and lowering herself on me, up and down, up and down, fucking me.

There was no way I wasn’t going to come.

The huntress had come out of the forest for the sole purpose of slamming her wet cunt down on my fuck pole. She was merely getting her money’s worth.

I’d heard that someone women complained that guys with big dicks were hard to fuck.

Not this woman.

She was bouncing up and down on me, grunting at first, and then screaming, as she pulled on her nipples.

I knew Billie and Holly would hear. They would know what was happening. Would they come in join us? Or would they come and watch and rub their clits and come while the huntress and I fucked like rabbits.

The idea of girls masturbating while watching us brought me to the edge again.

Then my logical mind finally broke through. I couldn’t get the huntress pregnant, since the last thing in the world I needed was a hungry mother to take care of.

Muscles glowing, I got up and easily pulled her off me.

She screamed in frustration. Had she been about to come? She said some other things that I didn’t understand, but then I was pushing her to her knees. I couldn’t come in her pussy, but I could come in her mouth.

She looked up at me, her eyes confused at first. Then she smiled, and that smile made my cock get a hundred times harder.

She got to work, grabbing the base, and sucking my gleaming cockhead into her mouth again. This time, she had only one purpose and one purpose only—to make me come in her mouth.

She was sucking hard, stroking harder, harder and harder, gripping me, and moaning. While she had one hand on my prick, the other was between her legs. She was rubbing herself. For a second, she was quiet, and then she was grunting again, making those cute animalistic noises, as another orgasm swept through her.

Her coming made me come.

She’d stopped sucking, she’d stopped stroking, but suddenly, I was erupting into her mouth.

I thought she might spit my cock out, but, no it was the opposite. She nodded her head, eyes on me, still a little hazy from her own orgasm.

The heaven hit me hard. My whole body felt like I was on fire. I’d basically been edging since the night before, and now, I was unleashing a torrent of sperm into her mouth. Over and over, I felt my cock spasm as I erupted into her mouth. Not only did she swallow me down, but she also closed her eyes and rubbed herself to another orgasm.

I couldn’t help but be jealous, watching her come again, as she nursed my cock until it finally started to get soft.

Then, before I knew it, she was scooping up her gear: spear, bow, quiver, belt, knife and tunic.

“Wait,” I called to her.

I went to grab her, and she dodged to the side, smiling at first.

But then tears were brimming in her eyes.

What had happened?

Her words came out slowly, carefully, and she shook her head sorrowfully.

She backed away.

From outside, I heard Professor Kroft call out. “Sid! Are you okay?”

Clutching her gear to her chest, the huntress dashed away, nimbly finding footholds and climbing up the rock cliffs around the pool like a mountain goat. Then she was gone.

“What the fuck was that all about?” Billie screamed out.

“It was the huntress,” I yelled as I zipped up my survival suit,

I came out to see both Holly and Billie smiling at me.

“You didn’t, did you?” Billie asked.

“Long story,” I said, gasping a little.

“The oldest story, one that was at the beginning of our species,” the professor said. “Let’s talk about what just happened and why it was a very poor decision. I’m shocked, Sid Marshall. Not surprised mind you, but shocked.”

I felt like my eighth-grade girlfriend’s mom had caught me with my hand down her daughter’s shirt.

What in the hell was Professor Kroft’s problem?

I’d soon find out.