The Rural Life: Part 6

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Part 6…

 

The next week passed with no action at all as far as the Kangaroos were concerned. Sara and Tom had returned to the house and no matter what time of day or even where you were one of them seemed to be there.

Viv had no such problems with Winston. I was sure it was an open secret what she was getting up to when she took the dog into her room only to appear an hour or so later flushed and slightly dishevelled.

“It’s no good Viv, I can’t seem to get any free time without someone being around. If it isn’t Sara or Tom it’s one of the farm hands coming and going. I’m getting all jumpy.” I spoke to Viv over breakfast almost a week after my one and only encounter with the Big Red Kangaroo. She laughed.

“Getting frustrated are we?” She smirked. “I told you Winston was available, neither of us would mind. I know I wouldn’t and Winston wouldn’t mind another bitch to serve, he never seems to be able to get enough.”

“You know how I feel about dogs Viv. It’s something I can’t seem to get my head around. I know the big Reds could open me up from head to crotch with their big middle toe, but I am nowhere near as scared of Kangaroos as I am of dogs. It’s just me, I guess. Besides, you know how special you feel when you are with Winston, that’s how I felt last Saturday with that big red Kangaroo. It was totally awesome. I felt like I was his special doe at the time. Oh damn it Viv, I have to have him again, if not him then I want to be some big reds doe. Maybe more than one. Dam it Viv, I get all runny thinking about it.” Viv laughed.

“Well, we have got it bad haven’t we? Look, I tell you what. If you want to get away for a week and spend some time with the kangaroos out the back of the property, we can do that if you don’t have some aversion to camping. We’ll Take the tent and lean-to and sleeping bags and… Well, all the camping stuff we can put on a pack-horse and ride out tomorrow. What do you reckon then?”

“It’s been a while since I have ridden,” I hesitated only a little.

“Oh its only about eight kilometres your bum will be sore only for a day or two and who knows, by then your butt might be on fire for a whole different reason, if you get lucky.” Viv was smiling, enjoying the idea I suspected. “I’ll have to leave Winston at home, but making up when we get back will be compensation enough believe me.”

The following morning we saddled up. With Viv’s expert guidance the pack-horse was loaded up as well, with everything we needed for a week’s camp. Because of my lack of practice in the riding department Viv had chosen a quiet mare. She had been ridden quite a bit recently and wasn’t as fresh as the entire Viv had chosen. He was a young stallion and was pretty lively at first, being just back in from the paddock where he had been spelling.

It was lovely to ride again. I had forgotten the pleasures of sitting in the saddle and listening to nature without the noise of wheels on tarmac and the hum of the engine to break that magic spell that comes with the solitude and quiet of the country. Mobs of pink and grey Galas wheeled madly through the bush and the occasional din of the flights of white Corellas and their bigger relatives the sulphur crested cockatoos wheeling and swooping in formation as they stirred from their night’s rest in the tall gum trees. In the distance a Kookaburra, or should I say a number of them, broke the silence after the cockatoos had lighted to feed, with their raucous laughing song. There were other birds as well, too numerous to mention, all adding the colour of their music in the morning.

We plodded on at little more than walking pace. I made every effort to spare my butt by putting most of my weight on my legs. It would take us maybe two and a half hours to get to our camping place, Viv had told me, maybe four if we went a little further, but that depended on me and my saddle sores. An hour into the ride and I wasn’t feeling any ill effects at all. We rested for a while at mid-morning and I was surprised to see the native green and yellow budgerigars in huge numbers, but I was even more surprised to see the pelicans on and around the small billabongs and water holes that fringed the narrow river.

“Lots of wild boar around here, goats as well. Big buggers some of those feral goats and Pigs. Goats as big as small dairy cows and some of the tuskers, the boars aren’t too shabby in size either. Better watch out for them, they can be mean, especially if there are young’uns in tow.”

“Wow, I didn’t realise that there were so many animals here.”

“Don’t get your hopes up sweetie, I wouldn’t fancy your chances with the goats or the boars, they don’t take to humans much. Been culled so often that they charge on site.”

“No the Kangaroos will do just fine Viv. Is it very far to go?”

“Nope, we’ll be there by eleven, Set up camp and get in the wood for the fire. Well need plenty of wood it gets pretty cold out here, big logs, the bigger the better, they burn all night.”

Viv had been right, we were camped by Noon, tent up, bedrolls inside, cooking fire pit dug. There was a big pile of branches heaped up for the night’s fire. It hadn’t been a problem to gather, there was plenty of dead wood lying around close to camp and there was even more on flood line that the creek had flushed out during a number of flood events, leaving a distinct line of debris at peak flood level. It would be a good source of firewood over the next week. What’s more, there was heaps of kangaroo droppings all about the area telling us that there were kangaroos here.

“Oh, one more thing, I hope you don’t freak out, but we may run across a few dingoes during the week as well. Don’t let them worry you though they will be a bit stand offish especially with the fire fully stoked.”

“Dingoes, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sorry,” she shrugged “I really did forget”

“I’ll bet.”

“No, honest I did. All I was thinking about were the kangaroos and this is the place to meet them so to speak. Along the creek around sundown till sunup. How will we go about it, any ideas?”

“Don’t know, I don’t have a real plan just an idea. Let’s try the full frontal approach.”

“And that would be?”

Well, we, or me if you don’t want to, get naked more or less. Naked that is, all except for a Spencer, we need to keep our chest warm and we have to wear shoes, the ground is rough. Just look at the cat’s eyes down there, those little buggers will stick you something awful.

“I know they will, not exactly a fashion statement going bare bummed with boots on, is it?”

“No, but we are not exactly on the catwalk either. We have to mingle with the mob, get their trust by just being where they are. I don’t expect any results, but I hope they will let us be around while they’re feeding. Maybe one or two might get curious, but as I said it may take time. It was too good to be true back at the farm last Saturday. I don’t expect that to happen again, but will show them what we’ve got. I’m sure they’ll see us as female or at least detect our female scent. If they’re that way inclined from there on we play it by ear.”

“There must be something about you that peeks their interest. First the greys now the reds. You must produce the right pheromones or something.”

“I’ve wondered what it is, nothing to do with my cycle, I’m sure. But it’s that part of my cycle right now, I have to admit.” I didn’t think it had anything to do with my ovulation cycle because my first encounter with the grey kangaroos had been as far from my ovulation as it can get in any one month.

“Wow, maybe you might get lucky after all. I think we should move down to the creek just before the sun goes down if we see any kangaroos earlier we can move down earlier. We will wait until they come up to us and then move with them. It might work if the mob hasn’t been spooked by shooters recently.”

The sun was getting pretty low when from our camp on the highest ground around here, Viv saw the first doe glide over the ridge and down toward the creek to drink. In minutes others joined her and the first sighting of the big red buck was a statuesque figure. Standing erect, ears pricked, on the low ridge about two hundred meters away.

We were already undressed for the occasion and slipped from our camp in plain view of the growing mob. We were up wind as well and I fully expected the big male to warn the others off, but he remained on guard, although he had turned his head to watch our progress toward the creek verge. Once there we would wait and see what happened, fingers crossed.

Big golden orb of the moon rose above the trees. For a long while we had been in total blackness after the sun had set. The sounds of the night seemed amplified by the darkness. We couldn’t see the progress of the mob of kangaroos at all. The last we had seen, when the suns final feeble rays reflected a deep yellow glow from the low clouds was the mob gradually making their way toward us. They were aware of our presence, but seemed to be showing little concern. If we didn’t make any sudden movements, then I was pretty sure that they would gradually graze their way up to us. When the sun had completely gone, we could see little more than a few yards in front of us when our night vision was properly in. No sounds gave any approaching kangaroo away. Only the hoot or squawk of a night-bird broke into the silence and even then those noises seemed so natural and part of the night.

The moons glow gradually lit up the eastern sky with a dull blue halo and our vision was extended bit by bit until the faint outlines of each kangaroo came into view. Still unconcerned the closest one was no more than twenty metres away. Our patient wait, in silence, would soon be over and the first of the kangaroos would be almost on top of us in a matter of minutes. Then, in the east, the full suspended arch of the moon broke free of its seeming attachment to the earth and lifted in all its majesty over the flat openness of the western plains. The surrounding landscape was lit up as if it were daytime. Now we could see the extent of the mob. There must have been a hundred, maybe even two hundred kangaroos grazing on the sweet pick all around us.

Suddenly I felt the need to pee. I had remained so still and silent for so long that when I relaxed my bladder did as well and almost before I was squatting the golden gush stained the red soil between my feet. The closest of the grazing kangaroos looked up at the sound of my tinkle. The earthy smell of wet soil combined with the sharp ammonia smell of my pee. The largest of the kangaroos closes to me stood erect ears pricked forward and faced me. The night sky was so bright now I could see at this close range his protruding tongue and flaring nostrils as he drank in the floating odours that even my week human sensory organs considered strong.

“Wow, neat trick,” Viv hissed, trying to keep her voice as low as she could.

“No trick, I was busting.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel I need to go as well. I think you have drawn someone attention”

“I saw, hope it’s a boy.”

“It is I can see his dangle bits. Not a full grown red, but an older juvenile.” As the male approached, I heard Viv empty her bladder as well. There was something about tension and a cool night that just made you want to go.

The feral smell of the kangaroo, which I had become familiar with recently was beginning to dominate the odour of my pee as he came along side of me and sniffed at the stained earth. He was leaning forward, taking some of his weight on his forepaws as he sniffed the ground, then he raised his head and seemed to be tasting the odour that floated around his flaring nostrils. Then his head returned to the wet earth. Many minutes passed as the kangaroo alternately sniffed the wet patch between my legs, then moving a meter or so and doing the same between Viv’s legs.

“Seems spoilt for choice,” Viv whispered.

“Either that or he doesn’t fancy either one of us,” I returned with a cheeky grin.

“He fancies something,” Viv returned, “look at his thingy.” I did and she was right his penis was extended and occasionally twitched as he moved. Then I saw a movement behind him as another young buck moved in.

“He had better choose his options seem to be shrinking,” I whispered and pointed to the new arrival.

“Yeah, and there’s more like the TV salesman said, look behind you there is another couple of big’uns coming in. Gee, what’s in our pee do you think?”

It was getting colder by the minute with the cool air funneling along the creek like an invisible tide.

The young male that was to arrive after picking up the scent of my pee was now running his forepaws over Viv’s rump. Immediately I recognised the ritual tail stroking that Kangaroos indulge to tease and test their potential mates if the female didn’t move away, she was ready to be served if she hopped off, she may or not be receptive and often the male would follow trying to draw a favourable response from the seemingly reluctant female. Often his perseverance work. But here in the bright moonlight Viv nor I planned to run away. We would stand for the big red no matter which one it was.

“You’re it,” I whispered, “he’s done his rock paper scissors, and you won.” Even my whisper didn’t hide my disappointment. However, there were other males closing in with more caution than the younger one had shown.

A second red appeared and he was monstrous. The others had hung back at his arrival. He was even bigger than the one I had such an exciting encounter with last Saturday. This one was clearly a dominant male. Or at least had been. His numerous battle scars were testament to that very fact.

I fully expected that the male, paying close attention to Viv, to pull back and show the big alpha male some respect. However, he remained close to Viv stroking and sidling around her. He was even closer now than he had been just moments before. Now he had both front paws resting on either side of her hips. He seemed completely unaware or uncaring of the other males close by.

The giant kangaroo casually, but cautiously moved around both Viv and myself sniffing and watching. Still the smaller one remained close to Viv, his forearms now clutching purposefully about her naked waist endeavouring to get a firm hold on her flaring hips. The oldest male was using his vast experience, gathered in many encounters with strange situations, to come in without checking out these two strange tailless females. His obvious size and dominance over the other males gave him time to check things over at his leisure. It was clear now that he wasn’t going to challenge the younger one for Viv. I was his target as he closed in sniffing first the air, then the wet earth finally me. I looked around at all the other males from juvenile up in size. I looked at Viv as the battle-scarred veteran sniffed my torso and hair before sidling further around me to sniff the business end.

The male at Viv’s hind quarters was drawing her back roughly with a tight hugging grip. His dark penis silhouetted against the yellow soil beyond. It was like the other kangaroos, long and tapered, bent near the end and it was bouncing and probing upwards as he got close to Viv’s pussy. He seemed to be on target for a while, but missed on the left. Then on the right before getting it between Viv’s open thighs.

“Hey, that tickles,” Viv called softly as the penis fluttered against her soft thighs as it wobbled and bounced searching for the wet inviting crack that he knew was there.

Meanwhile, the old man kangaroo was winding up his inspection of me and his playful paw now came to rest on my bum. I knew what to expect as the old man made some scratching strokes over my soft firm butt. The claw left a stinging trail of grazed skin behind it and it stung wickedly.

“Hay careful there I don’t like rough love,” I said more for my own benefit.

He seemed to react to my complaint as almost instantly he encircled my waist with his powerful forearms. He was one strong beast. His upper body rocked one way, then the other as he threw me from side to side while he pulled back me between his huge, spread, ham-like hind legs.

A few metres away, I heard a gurgled cry from Viv. As I turned to watch what had made her moan, I saw the hips of the kangaroo mounting her give a jerking thrust. He mustn’t have been satisfied because he dragged Viv first one way, then another before he followed with another strong thrust of his hips. Viv again gurgled and gave a shuddering moan as the excited kangaroo began to thrust jerkily, in and upwards, as his penis edged further and further into Viv’s warm belly. As the kangaroo continued to thrust awkwardly, he was raking his paws along Viv’s sides.

She had fallen forward onto her hands, probably to alleviate any discomfort, although the Kangaroo was supporting her hips as he clasped her tightly, holding her up, so that she was barely touching the ground with her knees. I had never been handled this way by any of the kangaroos that had mated me. He seemed to be struggling to find her cervical opening as he leaned backwards jabbing sharply struggling to bury herself into the now struggling woman.

Viv was lashing out with her hands as she cried out “Let me go you bastard you’re hurting me,” but the more she struggled the tighter the kangaroo held her. Then, as he thrust upward savagely Viv moaned deeply and the kangaroo hesitated and held firmly onto the still struggling woman. Viv seemed to be calming down a little as she was held firmly, then she moaned, a sort of contented moan, and stopped struggling against the attached male. Then slowly, with short prods, he began to thrust again, but now more gently and more in the rhythm. Viv was sobbing, but I didn’t know what to say.

I certainly couldn’t do anything to help her, because the old man kangaroo had just found me and was inserting his tapered shaft bit by bit without any discomfort. He was making irregular thrusts as he took me surprisingly gently. By now I had enough experience to know exactly how to accommodate the strange penis so it may have been a reciprocal accommodation of each other that made things less traumatic than Viv’s obvious experience. As the big kangaroo seemed to want to watch the other kangaroos that were gathered behind us. So with several powerful tugs he dragged my hips around. While he could now watch the other interested males I was now closer to Viv.

“Viv, are you ok, are you hurt?” I asked anxiously as I watched the young kangaroo pumping his hips with a smooth rhythm. Viv was no longer sobbing. She panted, her reply in a wobbly voice as she was rocked by each jab.

“Yeah… Now I’m… OK, but… He bloody… I’ll hurt for a while. Stinging a bit inside but I-It’s nice now.”

The big male was now jabbing deeply inside me. I gasped with each searching poke. So I knew what Viv had gone through. It hurt if they missed and hit a tender spot. The blind prodding, often did miss. If you were prone to be tender up there, and I knew some girls were tenderer than others. The sharp prods felt like a poke with a hot needle at times.

As we watched each other we were being served by these two wild creatures. The penis tip that was prodding against my round cervical protrusion as I spoke to Viv searching, then finding the puckered entry into my womb.

I shut my eyes and concentrated. The Kangaroo kept pushing and pushing, further and further into me as he shuffled his hind legs and rotated his groin, treating me like a rag doll, as he tried for every centimetre. The further up inside he went, meant the closer he was to the seat of the female’s eggs, and in kangaroos that’s important. The does are like a conveyor belt with a joey in three stages of development one at foot one in the pouch and the other ready to move from the womb when one of the others either became independent of mum or died in some way. So the buck with his seed in the female’s womb was the most potential father of the next joey.

In this way the big red was treating me as he would a doe. His seed needed to be right up inside and he struggled, stretching me to the limit of my ability to accommodate him.

I felt ashamed that he was wasting his seed in a barren field. There was no way that I could get pregnant to the kangaroo, but he of course didn’t understand that. For him this was a serious but for me it was a promiscuous bestial encounter with no repercussions only my personal indulgent pleasure.

I was sure that he couldn’t get any further up inside I felt my cervix gripping and resisting any further intrusion, although the pressure on his penis must have stimulated him to try harder. Never before had the other kangaroos been this determined, but this fellow was an old kangaroo. Probably no longer dominant and restricted in opportunities to mate. This was, I guessed, a rare opportunity and he wasn’t about to fail in seeding me with his abundant pent up sperm laden semen.

It seemed like it took forever as the kangaroo clawed and dragged me first one way, then the other as he continued his rutting effort. It may have been no more than five minutes since he had joined with me, but the effort that the Kangaroo made in servicing me was greater than any other kangaroo before him.

Finally, and to my relief, I felt a powerful warm squirt deep up inside me. The pent-up semen was vented into my belly in pulsing spurts. Perhaps it was the pulsing penis more than the actual semen discharging into my belly, but whatever it was, was electric. My groin tingled with tiny vibrations that grew into uncoordinated trembling. Suddenly my groin tightened incredibly then clamped down hard on the penal shaft that was filling my vagina. I began to hyperventilate as my entire body trembled and jerked uncontrollably and I slumped forward against the grip of the powerful forearms of my animal lover.

Through misty eyes, I saw that Viv had been able to detach from her mate and she just rested there near me satiated. A minute later I joined her on my hands and knees as my mate moved off satisfied and empty. We just stared at each other, expressionless, then as if by some mutual consent we burst out laughing. Laughter that began as a giggle and finished with us holding each other for support as we were racked with our uncontrolled spasms of mirthful relief.

From the corner of my eye I saw the approaching males stop, stand erect, as they do when alarmed or are watching something intently, and prick their ears up like Antenna. Viv had seen the sudden watchfulness of the closing kangaroos. Something or someone must have alerted them and now they all stood silently and looking in the same direction, the direction of our camp.

“What’s the matter, do you think?” I asked Viv, feeling the same alarm as the kangaroos.

Looking around in the bright moonlight it was easy to see most of the mob, and most of them were now watchful. A rabbit scampered past us toward the creek and several other indeterminate shapes also scurried in the same direction. That seemed to be the signal for the mob to move. They wheeled as one and with ever-increasing bounds headed in the same direction as the fleeing rabbit. We got to our feet and looking ridiculous in boots and Spencer’s tried to find a cause for the kangaroo’s sudden panic.

“Not sure, but something is up there on the top of the rise, near the camp. I thought I saw some movement.”

She crouched down a little, I wasn’t sure why and lent forward peering into the night. Even though the moon was bright and illuminated most things the dark shapes of ghost like trees both standing and fallen broke up any clear vision. “Look there,” Viv raised her hand and pointed suddenly, “… and there as well.” Her finger swung across the skyline pointed finger punching forward each time she saw something.

“I make it five, no six of them. Six dingoes and they’re on the hunt. No wonder the kangaroos bolted!”

I could see them now just dim shapes on the crest of the rise, but they were moving along the peak of the ridge as they followed the flight of the kangaroos.

First one, then another broke free of the ridge as they headed down the slope and on toward us. Well, maybe not us it was the fleeing mob of kangaroos they were interested in and the mob had splashed through the shallow water of the creek and were now on the other side.

“Stand still until they pass,” Viv advised, “They have kangaroo on the menu for tonight and they’ll follow the mob until they catch one.” I hoped she was right, but they were heading in our direction and although we were down wind they weren’t blind. Standing still or not we would be seen.

Viv was right the dingoes loped past as we watched their pursuit of the fleeing mob of kangaroos.

“Gees that was close,” I let my breath out in a steady exhale. “Did you see that last one, I thought it was going to stop for sure?”

“You’re right, I think he must have tossed up between a feed of kangaroo and whatever else he had in mind. Anyway, there gone for now so let’s get back to camp. I hope they didn’t get into our food.” It was unlikely that they had we had a collapsible camp safe for storing our food away from ants and feral animals. We lowered it and raised it with a rope from the tree branch when we need it.

Back at camp everything was as we had left it. We hardly spoke as Viv re-stoked the camp fire and I prepared some bacon and eggs for dinner. On top of the ridge it was warmer than it was down by the creek so neither of us was quick to redress.

“You’re not hurt are you?” I finally addressed what had concerned me ever since Viv had been roughly taken by the kangaroo.

“No, I’m okay, but I thought he was going to spear my belly with that thing of his. I bet it was his first time with a female, my luck to get a virgin. Blind leading the blind it was, and he was pretty awkward when it came to getting the job done.”

“Did he? Get the job done that is.”

“Oh yes indeed he did,” her expression said it all but she continued. “I can see why you get a buzz out of it, God for a critter that produces tiny finger size babies those guys can make a girl go over the top.”

“You mean you….” I paused, unsure how to say what I was thinking. It wasn’t that I was shy or anything but it wasn’t something I freely discuss with anyone.

“Yeah, I came big time, almost snapped his Willie off when I did. Talk about intense, I really lost it there for a bit.

“Wow.”

“What do you mean Wow? You said it was something out of this world, sex with a kangaroo. You must have cum yourself,” She paused and looked across the fire directly at me inquisitively. Then asked the question, “Haven’t you?” I pursed my lips a little and looked up. “Well, you have haven’t you?” I shook my head and picked up a stick.

“Noooo! Never, not really never have cum when I have had sex. Came close the other day in the yard with that big red, which was really intense, but although I was close I didn’t. I only ever did cum when Barry fingered me. He was good at that I have to admit, but never during intercourse. Viv stood up and looked down at me and reached down to pull me up.

“Let’s get ready for bed, I feel washed out, it’s been a big day.” I followed her into the tent wondering where the dingoes had got to.

*****

The sun lighting up the thin tent material casts a blue glow inside the shelter. The morning sounds of the bush were just beginning. The currawongs were making their seductive calls as they began their morning round for whatever food they could find, be it berries, seeds or grubs. Kookaburras gave their haunting call so often heard in jungle movies. Then just as the flocks of cockatoos began to leave their morning roost renting the air with their screeching calls on mass a shadow passed between the rising sun and the tent.

I dug my elbow into Viv’s sleeping bag. “Viv, Viv,” I hissed, trying to wake her with the least possible disturbance to whatever was moving outside our tent.

“Warrt,” her sleepy voice showed her resentment at being woken so rudely.

“Outside, there’s something moving about outside.”

“Oh, go back to sleep, it’s just a kangaroo or a bird.”

“No, it’s not a bird, its big and, and I think it’s a dingo,” I breathlessly replied. “Look, there it is, now see.” I pointed at the distorted shadow that was moving back in the opposite direction to the one that I had first seen it. “It’s a dingo, I just know it is for Christ sake, do something Viv, you know how I hate those things.”

I cringed back into my sleeping bag a bit melodramatically but it worked. Viv slid out of her sleeping bag and peeped through the tent flap. She had been naked inside the down filled bag and her warm ping behind looked delicious from this angle.

“Nice view lady,” I couldn’t help myself.

“Shoosh,” she snapped back. After a considerable pause, she pulled her head back inside the flap of the tent and turned. “Not one, but a whole bunch of them maybe six or eight. Probably that pack that went after the kangaroos last evening.”

“Jesus, I hope so. I would hate to think there was more than one pack of them around. As it is I think we should pack up and go when they head off.” I was beginning to feel pretty shaky by now and it was fortunate I was in my sleeping bag. I’m not sure that if I were standing that my legs would have supported me.

“Hummm,” She let out a speculative sound not so much a word, but it meant a lot all the same. “I don’t think that will be any time soon. They don’t seem to be in any sort of hurry.”

“Oh shit!” I couldn’t help myself from being crude. “What are they doing?” Viv lay back on top of her sleeping bag.

“Well, some are sniffing about and the rest of them are just lying about. Looks like they have decided to camp here with us.”

“Don’t muck about Viv, you know how I feel about all canines.”

“I certainly do and I’m not fooling they really don’ seem to be in a hurry to leave. They don’t appear to be interested in getting at our food supply up there either, so my guess is they have full bellies.”

“Well, why don’t they move on then?”

“Search me, but the one prancing up and down next to the tent seems to have something on his mind,” she said and her brow wrinkled a little.

“Like?”

“Well nookie maybe, his pink pointer is poking out some and with Winston, that’s a sure sign he wants to have a session with me.”

“For god’s sake be serious Viv, I’m as scared as hell here.”

“I said I wasn’t joking and I’m not he smells nookie there’s nothing surer.”

“One of the bitches must be in heat, maybe?”

“Maybe, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in any of the other dingoes. I think the bitch he has in mind is a little closer. Suddenly, what she was saying hit me.

“That’s silly, if he could smell you he would have come to you when you put your head out of the tent wouldn’t he? They don’t miss seeing things like that, do they?”

“No, they don’t miss a single thing that moves, you’re right and they can smell a bitch in season for miles and, and this is a big and June, he’s right next to your side of the tent.” My heart sank as I realised what she was saying was perhaps spot on. I was at that time between periods when I might just be ovulating, but with me nothing was regular and my periods and cycle varied erratically.

“Are they really dangerous? To people I mean. If we tried to chase them, they would go wouldn’t they? Besides, I don’t think they can smell a woman when she’s ovulating. That’s just silly”

“Well, last things first. I think they can. However, I don’t think a human female would attract a canine in that way. If they did just think of the embarrassment that would cause in many a household. Dogs, and I include dingoes when I say dogs because they are, are not naturally attracted to a women’s scent. In your case I’m not sure what’s going on. You seem a magnet for male kangaroos and that’s not normal is it, or is it? Anyway, there may be something about you that attracts animals of all breeds perhaps.

“Rubbish,” I said, but I couldn’t help but think that she may be right. My legs felt positively numb. The shadow outside the tent was more than a shadow now as I saw the sniffing animal’s muzzle pushing at the base of the taught tent material.

“Well, are you going to let him shred the tent or do you go out and face him,” She giggled wickedly, “Well not exactly face him,” she giggled again.
“Be serious for god’s sake, there is no way that I am going out there. Which reminds me, you answered the last part of my question not the first part. Can we chase them away?”

“Ok, seriously. We need to go out there and try to chase them away, but I don’t like our chances. I don’t think they will attack or anything like that, but they probably won’t leave, well they won’t go far. It’s the dingo way. If they think there’s food around or maybe a bitch in heat they’ll be pretty determined to stay close for as long as it takes. If we don’t do something quick this tent is not going to be up to much as a shelter if that animal continues to scratch at the tent. Let’s get out there.” She grabbed my free arm, “come on.”

“I need to dress”

“Bugger dressing let’s get out there and stop that animal from destroying the tent.” I relented and slipped out of the warm coyness of the sleeping bag. Scrambling to our feet outside the tent we were confronted by a lean, lanky dingo with a rather scrappy cream coloured coat. He wasn’t the handsomest of dogs, but he seemed to be the boss of the rest because the others were hanging back heads drooped in a sly way, watching. My stomach turned at the sight of these native dogs. They were bigger, more evenly robust type than the pack that had pursued us a week or so ago. Perhaps because these were all mature adults.

“Shooooo! Go away you ugly bugger,” Viv yelled, but the dingo only turned sideways and lowered his head.

I felt totally exposed, naked as I was, in the cool morning air. I hung back behind Viv. It didn’t help my ingrained fear of canines to be so close to this wild animal that began to slink closer to us.

“Well, that worked,” I hissed. Viv bent down and picked up a hand full of small pebbles and threw them at the approaching animal. He lowered his head further and snarled, showing a set of ugly yellow teeth.

“Oh god!” Viv groaned. I underestimated this one. I thought at least he would run off a little bit….” My knees felt shaky.

“Viv, I’m really scared now.”

“Me too, but for Christ sake don’t run, look at the rest of them, they’re getting a lot more confident now. I should have brought a gun or something.”

“I don’t like guns,” I muttered.

“Me either! But that bugger looks determined to get what he wants and I think that’s you.” The dingo was circling slowly. His brown eyes fixed on me. He was close enough to smell now and his smell was more feral than your average domestic dog.

“Viv….. What do we do now?”

“What we do is we don’t run.” Viv sounded determined more than brave.

“I couldn’t run if I wanted to,” My voice trembled as I spoke, “And Viv I want to.”

The Dingo was now behind me and I stood awkwardly as I felt his bristly fur against the calf of my leg.

“VIV,” my voice rose and broke as I made my futile plea.

“Don’t move, let him check you out?” Move? Hell, my legs were trembling so much that my muscles could no longer control my bladder. A torrent of pee cascaded down my leg. I groaned with despair.

Immediately the dingo smelt the pee he began to taste and sniff. Within seconds his mood changed from a cautious wild animal to an agitated male spurred on by the enticing taste and odour of a female in heat.

The dingo dog was now excited but confused. His confusion was brought on by the human who must be female. His nose was telling him that, but she was fur-less and shivering. The shivering was not an unusual response from a young female bitch new to mating. He understood a shivering response, in fact, it made him more excited. It was a sure, though hesitant sign that the bitch was prepared to accept the male. However, the tailless, fur-less human bitch, standing upright in a muddy pee patch of red soil created problems for his immediate needs.

“God June you certainly know how to get an animal excited,” Viv observed.

“I don’t want a part of this Viv and I always pee when I’m scared.

“Afraid the Dingo sees it different sweetheart. You just sent him a gold-edged invite to mate you. He’s not going to take no for an answer now.” She was right the dingo dog pushed his nose between my firm ass cheeks, seeking what I had clamped my thighs tight on.
“Go away you horrible thing,” I avoided a physical response but cringed away unsuccessfully. The determined animal was not going to go away and he responded by leaping up onto my back. The lean, muscular beast had his forepaws over my bare shoulders and his muzzle and wet nose burrowed into my unrestrained hair that hung untidily in morning disarray. The Dingo seemed unfazed by my less than elegant appearance. I groaned, embarrassed at my own silly thoughts. Of course he didn’t care how I looked he wasn’t human. Why was I thinking this way?

“He wants you June,”

“I know what he wants and he can’t have it.” I snapped back. The smelly dingo was bouncing on his hind legs as he followed my evasive actions.

“I’m not sure of that, if I was you I would get down on my knees and let him do his best. It’s the only way to get rid of him.”

“I thought you were my friend?”

“I am love, but you know what he wants and the only way to be rid of him is to let him have it. Look, he’s not mean now, but he could turn if you don’t let him.” He was already grabbing at my hair with his mouth and the doggy breath was putrid. In an attempt to avoid his growing amorous attention I swung to the left sharply. My foot caught on a tent-peg and I crashed unceremoniously to my knees.

Seeing his opportunity the dingo was all over me. Now I must look more familiar to him. He made little growling rumbles as he caught his mouth in my tangling hair. His forepaws were over my shoulders, but he was quickly trying to mount my hips as he humped his own hips with vigorous enthusiasm. I was stunned from the fall and Viv was quickly on her knees at my head to see if I was ok.

“Just let him do his best love you’ll be ok, I’m here,” She wasn’t helping me, she was holding my shoulders to prevent me from getting up.

“Let me go Viv, What are you doing?” I shook my shoulders to break her hold. She had no intention of letting me go. Her grip tightened.

“Don’t be silly just let him have you when he does we can get out of here, it’s best for both of us.”

The dingo was now hunched over my hips with his forepaws tightly gripping at my waist. His hind legs were climbing over my lower legs and calf’s. Hurting as he began to vigorously prod and poke. His sharp penis was obviously spraying a fine mist discharge all over my bum and vagina. Several pokes were a long way from what he sought while others were as close as my anus. Minutes seemed to pass and the dingo dismounted, then remounted twice. The crack of my behind was dripping with dribbling pre-cum. He bounced all over the place in his enthusiasm. His hold was tight and his hind paws were digging into my calf muscles as he danced his hips against mine.

Then on his third remount after he had got from me to sniff and licked my distended vulva, he brought his hind legs further forward, closer to my knees and with his first serious hip thrust he buried himself inside my vagina. I screamed out with the shock of the sudden and deep penetration.

The dingo went ballistic with violent thrusts that sent him even deeper inside my distended vaginal passage. On and on, he thrust into me slamming his groin against my firm naked bottom. Initially I could hardly feel the penis inside me then as his violent thrusting continued I felt him inflate and fill me. The tightness in the neck of my vagina was a sure indication that he had his knot had inflated as well and was now locking me to this awful smelly beast.

Around us the pack had begun to congregate. The Dingo threw his left hind leg across my hip in an effort to face off with any other male that thought that it may like to challenge for this bitch. I clenched my teeth as his bulb tugged at my vaginal neck and hurt. The pressure inside was pleasant enough and the spurting penis seemed to have no end. I felt the escaping dribble of dingo cum trickling into my pubic hair and by lowering my head and looking back, I could see the droplets of leaking cum drizzling to the ground between my knees.

I had hated the thought of being near a dog for so long, but now that this dingo had taken me and serviced me, I understood why Viv and Winston had found so much pleasure in one another. Any little move I made I felt the bulging knot inside me rubbing pleasantly. I didn’t orgasm, but I came close oh so very close and may have any moment, but that moment didn’t come as the dingo made a lunge at another male who got close and the slippery penis slithered free of my clutching vagina.

I was still looking back between my knees as the sporting noise of his departure was followed by a gush of thin drooling cum that could now escape from what must be a gaping chasm of my vagina.

The dingo walked off with his slick and ghostly bleached looking penis dangling obscenely, unable to contract because of the restraining knot. He slumped to the ground and commenced his clean up as he waited for his knot to recede.

I felt stunned, unable to put any coherent thoughts together. Not sure how I felt I remained on my knees and surveyed the rest of the pack. Was I to be used like a slutty street bitch or ignored? Secretly I wondered if I really cared.

Slowly, on shaky legs I got to my feet. The dingo who had taken me was still licking his exposed erection. Well, it wasn’t an erection as such I guess. I knew enough about animal physiology to realise that the dog’s penis, like many animals, were not like human and horse penises. It is absent in humans, but present in other primates, such as the gorilla and chimpanzee as well as Bulls, goats, deer and dogs among many. The bone aids sexual intercourse by maintaining sufficient stiffness during sexual penetration. However dog’s penises were a little different. Once inserted the penis also inflated with blood as increased arousal allowed. Their knot also formed at the base and that I wasn’t sure about beyond it is some sort of plug.

The reclining animal watched me as well as his peers as several of the male dingoes seemed to show an increased interest in me, but they paid deference to the alpha male by staying a little way off so as not to incur his displeasure.

“Well?” Viv raised her eyebrows a little as she posed a one word question that inferred much more. I was going to play coy, but decided the occasion didn’t call for it.

“He was smelly”

“And?”
“And I was pretty scared, but yes, it was sort of nice.”

“Sort of?” She kept prodding.

“Well, yes, sort of, it was different to both the kangaroo and the pig. Sort of tighter, don’t you think?”

Well, you’re a master of understatement aren’t you? I just blow my mind when I am with Winston and I guess the dingo is much the same,” She was prompting me to explain further.

“Probably, the same I suppose, but I really don’t know. I’ll get dressed now I think”

“Oh, forget the claws come with me and we will check the horses they probably need to shift onto another patch of grass.”

“Naked?”

“Who’s to see and does it matter anyway. A bit of naturist in us all, don’t you think?”

“I guess,” I said vaguely then paused and restated, “Yes, I like being in the nude outdoors, it’s sort of fun though it is a bit chilly at the moment.” Then another pause while I tried to recap in my mind what had happened in the last twelve hours or so. We strode down the slope wearing only shoes, watched by the dingo who remained in the camp. “It’s been a busy twelve hours or so hasn’t it?”

“Yes and by my score you are ahead of me by one.” I would rather it had been her ahead because I still wasn’t a dog fancier. Sure, it had been erotically pleasant, but the smell of dog/dingo managed to offend my senses somewhat and I would gladly have changed places with Viv.

We re-pegged the horses, still able to reach water, onto fresh grass after feeding them some grain, then we sat on the grass watching them feed.

“What’s next then?”

“Well, look around today, relax and then tonight well try for the kangaroos again, what do you think.”

“Fine by me, but what about the Dingos they don’t seem like they want to move.”

“No, they don’t do they, maybe we can try for the double.”

“Both of us?”

“Sure, why not.”

I could think of a few reasons, but I wasn’t going to make an issue of it now.

 

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