The Rural Life: Part 7

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Part 7…

 

Walking naked in the bush on a pleasantly warm morning was totally liberating. Nothing was more further from my thoughts than my past life with Barry. What did trouble me was the ever-present dingoes. They had decided to take up residence near our camp for the day. They were lying around in the red hard pack where the shallow roots of the trees prevented the grass from taking hold.

“Those bloody dingoes, they won’t budge and I just know that the Kangaroos won’t come close with them about.” We were sitting on a grassy bank of the narrow creek in the shade of several hanging willows like two naked cherubs, well… We could we could pass for cherubs to a sympathetic eye from a distance. Viv flicked a little round ball of goat poo with her finger before she answered.

“I don’t have a problem with that, If the Kangaroos don’t appear, we still have the dingoes.”

“Well, I still don’t like dingoes a whole lot, oh, it was kind of nice this morning but I still prefer Kangaroos.” Viv had found a small pile of goat droppings and she had begun an absent-minded distraction to see how far she could flick the pellets.

“You know, maybe we could distract them this afternoon. Maybe head down to the fork in the creek, it’s only about two Kilometres and perhaps the dingoes might follow. I bet that randy bugger, once he gets your scent again will be keen and his mates will follow. Or….” She paused and looked into the distance we could try to find what made this mess here.”

“What mess?”

“Look about you, see in the grass, all the goat droppings. Like rabbit poo only darker.”

“Yes, I see them and…” I hoped that Viv would continue.

“And maybe with that unique talent of yours, you may be able to entice a buck to F….”I cut her off.

“I get the point.”

“You will if we’re lucky.”

“No, it won’t work, it’s not like their domestic or anything. They won’t let us get even close.” I was sceptical about wild goats. Not only because they may be a little spooked by humans, but they would or could be a little aggressive if we did get close and I told Viv what I thought.

“Look, all we can do is find out where this herd is hanging out a see what happens. They may be resting up near the stony caves under the sandstone overhang. I have seen them there before it’s about three or four K’s this way. Well get the horses and ride most of the way. Can you ride bare back and bare bummed? It’s not far and I don’t want to go back to camp for the saddle and attract the Dingoes attention. I scowled at the thought, but said yes.

We had ridden for maybe three kilometres when Viv reined her horse to a stop. My bum hurt and it had been hard for me to manoeuvre a horse using just the halter and my knees.

“Oh, thank God,” I hissed as I quickly dismounted. Sliding to the ground I led my horse to a tree and tied it up. Viv had already led the way, tying her horse to the tree next to mine.

“We’ll walk from here the caves are on the south side of that ridge. The breeze is in our face so they won’t get a wife of us until we get close.” She picked her way up the slope through the increasingly sparse vegetation, all the time being careful not to dislodge the many rocks that littered the slope. I followed several paces behind.

The slope was deceptive. The continuous climb made my heart rate increase alarmingly and the calves and thighs of my legs screamed their protest with every step. I wasn’t going to let Viv know I was hurting. That would be an admission of my lack of fitness and I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. Eventually we topped the sharp ridge and Viv paused, much to my relief.

You’re puffing?” She observed.

“I’m okay.” She just smiled and pointed to the right.

“The caves are just around there. The ground gets a little shifty underfoot coming this way, but we are on the same level as the cave. If I’m right the goats will be resting up, they usually do this time of day. When you get your breath back well edge around there,” she pointed the narrow goat track that wound around the ridge, “but be careful, hold onto the shrubs, they’re not spiky or anything so you won’t cut your hands.”

“And when we get there?”

“When we get there, we play it by ear, I really don’t know what will happen. They may get curious, perhaps, ignore us or run off. I don’t know, but if they get curious, let them check you out.”

“It won’t work, I just know it won’t.” I just couldn’t see how we could get the goats interested, not sexually anyway.

“Maybe not but follow my lead when we get there. Just remember two things the bucks smell to high heaven and they do it quick.” I was liking this idea less and less and I felt a little sick, but I would follow Viv… at a distance.” It was her idea and I was very prepared to follow her lead.

“Ready?”

“Yes, as I can be,” Viv stood up and moved off slowly toward the escarpment that was undercut by weathering forming shallow caves and I followed.

As we rounded the corner we were confronted by a rolling feature of sandstone. It was very much like a petrified wave that stretched for maybe a hundred metres. The upper part of the escarpment had remained largely intact with the softer rock beneath becoming eroded to form, what was an ideal shelter. It was occasionally broken by a deeper recess that were shallow cave like features that gave the name to the outcrop. For hundreds, maybe thousands of year’s aboriginals had used these rolling sandstone features as a canvas for their art and hand palm silhouette. The goats had defaced the art by rubbing against the lower pictures by their constant rubbing. But where were the goats?

“This place is awesome Viv, I just have to come here again with my camera.”

“Well, do that, but first things first. Where are those goats?” There were lots of signs, but no goats at all. Then a distant bleat made us turn to look out across the Valley. I had been so preoccupied with the rock art and the geology I hadn’t looked at the valley below. A long line of goats was strung out across the valley and heading this way.

“Something held them up, maybe they were foraging a long way from here or were disturbed and just got reorganised. But they’re on their way now.” Viv observed.

I wondered what some casual observer would make of two naked women wearing only boots, standing in front of the red sandstone wave. For that matter, I wondered what the goats would think of us when they completed their long climb to their rest place.

“What now do you think?” I made the awkward enquiry of Viv. She made a clicking sound with her tongue on her teeth as she looked about for inspiration.

“We don’t want to, or even need to, scare them. It may be best if we stay as still as we can but at the same time make them curious.”

“How?” I wrinkled my forehead in concentration.

“Well, see that broken brush over there. Probably the result of the big wind a month ago or so.”

“I see them, but what have they to do with the goats?”

“Well… Nothing really, and I know this sounds rather silly, obscene, actually, but if we clear the roughest of the foliage away so we don’t get scratched too much we could both sort of use it as support and present our butts to the goats as they approach and see what happens.”

“Are you serious?”

“Certainly, look goats like all animals like to sniff butt to get to know other piers and animals. You’ve seen them poking their noses under the tails of the females. Well, we don’t have tails so that makes things a lot more obvious and bent over the tree trunks we are showing them what we are. A female is a female, take the kangaroos and dingoes for instance.”

“I hate being the sceptic, but they’re more likely to get spooked and run off.”

“They might but if we keep still maybe not and it’s worth a try. It isn’t like we’re coming to them, they’re coming to us so they may be a little spooky, but still confident in making their own choices.”

As we spoke the goats had begun to assent the slope leisurely. The leader seemed to be a tall, impressive animal, black and White with huge horns. We both watched their progress until they were nearing the overhang.

“Ok, let’s get ready. As comfortable as we can so we don’t have to move remember.

“I remember and I hope I can, I just know I’m going to get my belly and titties chafed.”

“Stop winging just do your best and don’t move.”

It took a short while to get comfortable, but I managed to find a sturdy branch that was reasonably comfortable to spread out and still present on my goodies to any inquisitive male that I pass.

I looked across at Viv to see if she had found herself a tree trunk like mine and she had. The bark was prickly against my skin and I began to itch. I shuffled my feet a little to readjust my weight. The occasional bleat of the approaching goats grew louder, but time seemed to be dragging. I turned my head again so that I could see Viv. She was looking in my direction and smiled. Well, sort of smiles.

As a plan this was not a good one, but we were stuck with it now. Then from in the very extreme range of my peripheral vision I saw the blurred outline of the first goat appear. Then the next and the next animal passed through the very corner of my vision. They were arriving in numbers now all ready for their days’ rest.

I wasn’t able to see where they were going, but if they had seen us they didn’t seem to be concerned by our presence. Time ticked by. My brow was clammy from perspiration that was formed into little salty beads that were rolling down my brow and into my eyes. It was a strange feeling of tension as I waited and wondered. Viv must have felt the same as she lay unmoving on the fallen tree trunk. It was then that I suddenly felt grateful that it was a Tea Tree and not a tree with rough bark.

This was weird, very weird, I thought, and it was. Two naked girls prone on two fallen tree trunks with more and more goats arriving. Then, from beyond my peripheral vision, came one of the goats. A blurred shape at first, but soon in focus as I turned my head cautiously. It was approaching Viv. It was a surprisingly tall goat, not like most of the domestic animals I had seen. It was more the size of a yearling calf. I mouthed ‘G.O.A.T’ to warn Viv and she replied with ‘O.K’

The big horned goat paused and stretched his neck forward and sniffed the air. The animal seemed huge. Wild devils eyes in a black face glared satanically as he sniffed the air. Every time he moved his leg no matter how small the movement, it seemed almost mechanical, twitchy and quick. The horns reminded me of an Asian buffalo horn, well sort of. The horns rose symmetrical from his head flowing out and backward in a sinuous twist. He looked scary. I felt afraid. Then he darted forward and Nipped Viv on the hip as male goats do. She yelled as the yellow teeth drew blood. Surprisingly, in spite of the painful bite Viv did little more than flinch.

The goat stood back with his head tilted inquisitively waiting for Viv to perhaps run away, but of course she didn’t, couldn’t. The goat again darted forward, but this time he didn’t nip Viv, but drove his bearded face in between her slightly spread legs. Again Viv flinched, but remained stoic and still. I wondered at her self-control. The goat seemed to sniff and lick Viv’s Vulva then step back and bleated as he raised his head high curling his top lip back exposing yellow stained teeth as he tasted Viv’s odours.

For me, time had now stopped because I could smell the powerful stench of a male pheromone close to me. I knew it was there, but I couldn’t see it and Viv was too preoccupied to send any signal. The Big male behind her had now lowered his head onto her rump and she had closed her eyes in expectation. Then, with a lightning like move the Buck rose on his hind legs and Lunged forward. His thin, long penis jutting forward threateningly. He missed and Viv yelled at the sharp prod that must have been close to her vagina and hurt. Then again and again he tried. Missing each time. He paused, stood back, and eyed Viv’s rump wonderingly. Satisfied, he again laid his head on her rump, paused, then in a much slower move he lifted and lunged.

Viv again screamed, but this time the pencil thin penis sunk into her brutally quickly. The buck rutted his hips twice, maybe three times, then dismounted and stood back arrogantly, leaving Viv’s vagina bruised and battered with a trail of viscous semen trailing from it. It had been brutally quick and my stomach tightened with fear as I became aware of my own impending breeding.

I had grown tense with anticipation as I waited for the buck behind me to make a move. It was a private hell that I was in at the moment, waiting for his first move. When it happened, it was an ante climax. I felt the warm breath of what appeared to be a nervous animal. He had already seen the other buck take Viv, but it didn’t seem to make his confidence grow. He was just as nervous as he had been and apparently more nervous than the other stud.

He was close to my behind and I imagined his devil like eyes surveying my bum and vagina. What he made of it was anyone’s business. Confused, he must have been. A doe’s vagina was smaller and more bitch like in appearance where a human female was more similar to the vagina of a mare. Still, what he was smelling was perhaps familiar, I really didn’t know, but from recent experience males of many species needed little encouragement to explore the possibilities of relieving their immediate needs.

The first prickly contact of his beard made me shiver as his head pressed close against my bum cheek. Then I squealed with a mixture of surprise and a perverse delight as the animal’s tongue darted against my vulva in rapid licking slashes. I squirmed, wanting to get away from the delightful application of tongue on vagina and yet wishing he would continue. He didn’t, almost as soon as he began, he stopped and I could no longer feel his beard, tongue or breath.

It was a cruel situation that I found myself in. Unable to see my potential lover or what he looked like. Not even able to see or anticipate his next move. Across the way Viv was again coming under the attention of the robust buck that had already taken her. The leaking semen was still clinging in a glob of stickiness from her serviced Vagina.

“Ouch,” I yelled as the goat behind me kicked my leg with his foreleg. It hurt and he repeated the kick again. Again, it hurt and I was sure he had grazed my calf with his sharp hoof. What was he doing I wondered. The answer was clear when I saw the buck paying attention to Viv do exactly the same and I instantly remembered that this was part of a Goats foreplay. It was their way of stimulating a female to become receptive to accepting them. Again the Buck behind me struck out with his hoof. When I didn’t move I presumed he had his answer. After all, I wasn’t moving away, I was presenting to him exactly what he wanted?

I heard a little bleat from close behind me then the buck placed his head on my lower back. The slight breeze carried the vile musk of the goat to my nostrils. My belly tightened and I struggled to hold back the rising bile. There is no odour quite as vile as the musk smell of a goat. I visualised the yellow stained foreleg and beard of the goat behind me. The goat who had at that moment mounted Viv had the tell tale, yellow urine stain that bore testament to the bizarre practice of peeing in their own foreleg and beard when in rut.

The heavy head was suddenly gone from my lower back. The noise of the heard around me suddenly became distant background. I suspected, but wasn’t sure, that I was about to be mounted. I could see in my mind the goat rising on his hind legs, head tilted slightly as he shuffled forward. The wait seemed to be drawn out for an infinite time as I held my breath in expectation. It was like being consumed in a vacuum by a deathly quiet, everything seemed totally detached from reality. My vision blurred, I waited and waited.

Then I saw a leg descend through my vision as the weight of the animal’s chest came down upon my rump. His knees pressed into my hips on either side. I felt the goats lolling tongue in the middle of my back, sticky and hot. His beard transferring his vile smell onto my flesh. He probed me gently as I felt the tickling, searching penis sliding, exploring across my vulva and through the surrounding pubic hairs into the cleft between my labia. It was an unreal feeling and like the pause before he mounted seemed to last for ages then.

The goat bleated loudly, triumphantly, I felt the vibrations pass through me in stuttering waves. Then He lunged, I screamed, as Viv had screamed, as the long thin penis plunged deep and fully squirting his hot semen into me in an unbroken blast. Then, as instantly as it had happened, he was gone. I lay across the supporting log stunned by the brutal penetration. I felt a searing discomfort inside me. It was vicious and quick and I felt violated beyond anything I had experienced.

I looked across at Viv, but was barely able to see her through my misty eyes. I wanted to get up and out of there, but my legs didn’t work and besides the hot breath of the goat was on my back as he inspected his handy work.

I wanted to get up and out of there, but my legs didn’t work and besides the hot breath of the goat was on my back as he inspected his handy work.

I remained passive. There wasn’t a lot I could do. My chest was burning from the rash caused by slipping forward, driven by the fierce jumping thrust when the buck buried himself inside me to ejaculate. I fully expected that he may try for seconds and the vicious nudge of his head against my ribs told me my expectations was about to be filled. In anticipation, I tried to ease any pending discomfort by lifting from the log slightly and putting most of my weight on my arms and legs.

The animal remained frisky and dominant as he nudged, sniffed, kicked and pushed on me as he worked himself toward a second mount. Then he stopped his fussing, but I knew he remained close. Seconds passed, then a sudden shuffle was the only warning I got as he swung over me dropping onto my exposed behind almost gracefully. His legs dropped either side of my hips before he squeezes me, clutching tightly as he bent his knees and pressed them against my thighs.

The buck’s bearded chin dropped between my shoulder blades as he once again fell upon me. I let go a hiss of breath that I had held. I was tense but I now knew what to expect. My heart was pounding and my arms and legs hurt as I strained every muscle. I knew I should relax, but I couldn’t bring myself to let go. The recent brutal hurtful penetration prevented me from letting go entirely. However the searching tickles of his hard penis tip as it sort the tender wetness was no less stimulating.

I shivered and again held my breath as I anticipated his next move. The searching tip had found my lightly furred softness and had nudged between my folds surprisingly easily with gentle nudging prods. The knob end of the thin but hard penis parted was now firmly pressing into my warm, moist and sticky passage. I closed my eyes and held tight, bracing myself for the vicious drive that would send him stabbing brutally into me, squirting as he did against my cervix in one brutally quick invasion. In the briefest of moments the warm jet of seminal discharge coated my most personal place with another covering if slimy stuff then he was gone.

Again I lay panting, but a rough tug on my arm told me that Viv was next to me. “We have to get out of here before this turns out to be a goat gang bang,” she said as she dragged me onto my feet. Come on let’s go.”

It wasn’t easy threading our way through the throng of goats. We pushed and shoved a path between and around the densely packed animals. Several times I felt a hard nudge to my buttocks and I saw Viv receive the same treatment. The throng was a mixture of old and young goats, predominantly does, but more than a sprinkling of Bucks with their bigger bodies and much bigger horns.

It took a while to clear the rolling shelter of wind carved sandstone and for the biggest part of the journey we were followed by a number of hopeful young bucks. Under another set of circumstances, I may have been flattered by the obvious carnal intentions, but after my rough handling of one of the dominant males I was in no mood to accommodate another suitor.

An hour later and after a futile attempt to rid ourselves of the goat smell we were back at our camp gathering what toiletries that we had brought and heading for the creek for a second try. Try as we might the smell of goat still lingered and it was time not soap that would lift the unpleasant stench.

That evening I wasn’t in any sort of mood to go in search for a kangaroo. I was tired and smelly. The dingoes had left camp just before Viv cooking, some bacon and beans. The easiest of food for us to carry. Bacon was compact and the beans were in cans. The smell of fresh cooked damper (bread) was so tantalising my gastric juices were in overdrive by the time the meal was ready.

“Are we going down to the creek flat,” Viv enquired. I was surprised that she even mentioned it, but I just shook my head. “Why not? I thought that was why we were here.

“Not tonight I feel a little off.”

“Sick?”

“Not exactly,” I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but I thought I had better try. “It’s just that the goat was kind of rough and I feel a little woozy is all.” To my surprise, she didn’t argue, but agreed.

“I was hoping you would say that I feel much the same it just wouldn’t be as much fun the way I feel either. Let’s start afresh tomorrow.”

To my surprise, I slept soundly. Until just before dawn when the call of nature demanded that I relieve the pressure. So, reluctantly, I slipped from my sleeping bag and crawled from the tent. The large fire that we had banked overnight still glowed in places where the embers still had some tenuous hold on the thick logs. I looked around carefully. It’s funny how the night brings all our primeval fears that are buried deep in the daylight hours to the fore. It wasn’t just the darkness, but the quiet loneliness of the bush night that made me jumpy.

I walked some distance before I squatted to pee. When I had squeezed the last drop out I immediately I felt better. Frustrated that I didn’t have the foresight to carry a few squares of toilet paper with me to put away the last dribble I stood up.

Now with the urgent need dealt with I looked around. The dark shadows and silhouettes that were created by the struggling eucalyptus trees made this a rather foreboding place. Trees out here weren’t the magnificent monuments that trees were on the coast. They didn’t grow tall and straight on single trunks, but were divided close to their roots into many gnarled branches that were pale imitations of the timbered forests that I knew best.

A crack, I jumped. At first startled by the sharp sound where there was no other sound? Then every sense sharpened, I looked around. I wasn’t sure where the sound had come from or even how close it had been.

I stood frozen looking this way and that as I sought some clue to what had made the noise. My heart pounded, every muscle tense with the natural instinct to run barely controlled. My ears strained for the slightest sound but there were none. A minute passed, then another, slowly I began to breathe again. Shallowly at first not wanting to miss any sound, no matter how slight, still nothing.

I was beginning to think my imagination was over stimulated. A reasonable person would know that it had only been a branch falling from a tree. They would, wouldn’t they? I said to myself. I was just being silly afraid of boogie men. Then when I had almost convinced myself that I was being a girl another sharp SNAP. This time I did run for the tent.

Just a bit for now, got interrupted, rest a little later

“What’s the matter,” A sleepy Viv slurred out as I scrambled into the tent.

“There is something out there Viv, I don’t know what it is but there is something big out there.” I panted breathlessly even though I had run only a short distance. Viv had come awake and sat up.

“Don’t be daft. If there is anything it’ll be the dingoes returning, anyway, what time is it?

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“”For god’s sake June calm down, how bad can it be it’s either a kangaroo, dingo, and maybe a feral pig or goat, it could even be a bull Koala there known around here.”

“I don’t know what it was but it scared me.”

“Ok, ok, let’s get the torch and have a look shall we.”

It took a little searching between the sleeping bags and ground sheet to find the torch, but eventually Viv had it working. Still trembling, I pulled the tent flap back and with no reluctance at all I eased back to let Viv crawl through the narrow opening first, flicking on the torch as she did.

The beam picked out a small round area of light that was so frustratingly convening beyond the immediate area it touched. Insects flew through the beam as Viv began to play the torch backward and forward, pausing at each tree to make sure that nothing was lurking behind it.

“It’s probably a dingo, back early from the night’s hunt.” She said conversationally as I clung to her shoulder.
“I can’t see, anything can you?” My heart rate was slowing, but I was still edgy. The area outside the torch beam seemed darker than it probably was because the light had spoiled my night vision.

“Nah! Nothing at all,” then “What’s that?” My heart rate again skipped and I tried to focus on the spot where the torch beam was playing back and forward near a huge river Red Gum.

“What’s what, I can’t see anything?” I strained my eyes, trying to make out what Viv had seen.

“No, no there is something there alright see on the ground near that exposed root.” Try as I might I could see nothing.

“What am I looking for?”

“That root, the very big one.”

“And,”

“And laying across it, that black branch like thing.”

Yes, I see it. It’s a branch alright, so what?”

“So it’s not a branch.”

“Maybe a snake then,”

“It’s not a snake, wait till it moves, a snake slithers, that wasn’t slithering when I saw it was sort of waving, flicking maybe but nothing like the way a snake moves.” Then it moved and Viv was right, it wasn’t a snake.

“Shoot Viv, that’s where I peed! Behind that tree, whatever it is was right there next to me,” I shivered.

“Maybe not, you said you didn’t know where the noise came from, right?”

“Yes, I couldn’t tell where.” Then Viv drew a deep, sharp breath, more like a gasp.

“Shit, it can’t be, I’ve heard rumours, but those that started them were more than likely drunk.”

Rumours of what?” I shook her head, but she didn’t respond as she kept looking at the black object waving lazily just above the tree root. Then something began to appear, unclear, formless at first, from behind the ghostly tree.

“Jesus! Oh! Jesus! I… Don’t…. Believe…. It. It’s a bloody panther and I’m definitely not drunk. Those people I called idiots, the ones who said that they had seen a panther near here, well in the vicinity, were right, Bloody hell who would have thought it.” Viv sounded incredulous. There was no doubt about it, it was a big cat. Sleek and black as it slunk further back into the more dense scrub, tail swinging lithely back and forth…

“Holy cow where did that come from.” I hissed as I turned to face Viv. It was an unbelievable beautiful creature. Shiny, black and sleek, totally feline.

We knelt by the flap of the tent waiting and watching for its reappearance. The minutes ticked by and the big cat stayed hidden. The night was silent.

Finally, we sank back into our sleeping bags. “Well, did we see that or not?” Viv asked.

“We saw it alright, it was gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous, you think?”

“Oh yeah! It was gorgeous alright, I love cats.”

“That’s not a cat, it’s a Panther, sweetie.”

“Panthers are cats, lions and tigers are cats. Big sure, but cats, they are.”

“Hell love, little cats are cute, but these panthers can kill, you. Did you see how strong he looked?” And he did look powerful, no doubt about that. But the slinking movements and slick, shiny coat gave the creature that added beauty that made me drool at the sheer magnificence of the beast.

“We’re telling him, but it could be a she, we can’t be sure of that.”

“Well, maybe we can’t but from the accounts sped around town, one in particular, said that it was a he, defiantly a male. Old Sykes may be an old soak who spends most of his time at the pub, but he knows his critters. He worked at a circus year’s back. “Besides that the animal looked so masculine didn’t he, how could he be anything else?”

“Oh hell, I don’t know, I’m confused and it probably doesn’t matter much. I would love to have one for a pet.” We both giggled. “Don’t suppose it will come down here and eat us do you?”

“Nah! Everyone who claims to have seen it says it scampers off when it knows it’s been sighted. That’s why those who have looked for it never find it, I suppose.” Viv rolled over and became quiet.

Eventually we both fell asleep and slept soundly until the sun got high enough to make its presence felt.

We slept naked as we had remained naked all yesterday. It was so liberating and quickly became quite natural for us to stay in the nuddy. Out here, in the bush, with no one else around it was practical. When the mosquitoes were about it would be unpleasant but at this time of year it was natural.

Outside the tent we remained careful, but after a long look around the area, we saw nothing but the horses. The rest of the wildlife was going about their noisy morning rituals, especially the Parrots, Kookaburras and Crows.

The dingoes were nowhere to be seen nor was the big black cat, the panther. No sign of them at all. It was rather odd for the dingoes to be missing, I had expected them to be here. I had to admit that I had not looked forward to seeing them, but I was prepared to go along with whatever Viv decided to do. Indeed, I fully expected to have another dingo encounter this morning. Reluctant as I may have been at first I was prepared to experiment a little further with them that day if Viv had wanted to.

“Well, what do we do now,” Viv asked conversationally. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Have breakfast, I suppose.”

“Well, you get started on the brekky and I’ll check and move the horses,” Viv didn’t wait for a reply, but grabbed the grain bag and headed down the slope to the creek.

As Viv looked after the horses I got the breakfast started. Instantly the fat in the pan started spitting fat back at me. Probably the pan was wet, I surmised to myself. Reluctantly, I grabbed my jacket to cover my chest from the angry splashes. I crouched down at the fire and immediately a rumbling purr assaulted my ears. I eased the pan down onto the edge of the fire and slowly turned my head toward the sound.

Right there, no more than two metres away the Black Panther stood, head thrust forward and low, ears pricked and alert. His manner intimidating. I watched, fascinated by the sleek animal. Carefully, he took first one, then another step toward me. Almost in slow motion, stalking. It was clear that he was as afraid of me as I was of him.

“Hello kitty,” I whispered. “Where did you come from?”

Another careful step.

His paws seemed large, very large. His face was squarish, angular and his eyes were typically feline. His nose twitched imperceptibly as he tasted the air. The animal approached me with gliding liquid steps. Its tail hung low and long waving hypnotically as he approached.

I couldn’t look away the panther was gorgeous. So why was I afraid? I was scared and I didn’t really know why. Maybe it was because a big cat is supposed to be a killer. But he didn’t look like a killer, he was too pretty to be a killer. I crouched down into an almost foetal position.

I hadn’t made a sound beyond a little whimper. My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in every limb of my body.

The Panther sidled around the fire while watching me. As he circled I had to roll onto my side to watch him never sure when he would attack. I tried to call out to Viv by, all I could manage was a croak. From my low angle on the rise it was almost impossible to see Viv below and near the lush grass that fringed the creek. In fact, all I could see was the heads and necks of the horses. It wasn’t that the high ground was all that high, it’s just that the land on the rise was flat, like a low plateau. But that’s all that was needed to restrict my vision of her and her vision of the camp.

I tried to call again, but just made a croaking sound. It was like one of those nightmares where, try as you might, your every effort to escape is prevented by your inability to run or cry or do anything to save yourself because you are paralysed by fear.

I was visibly trembling now as the black beast drew closer. He squatted by my side and near my hip. Then, with a purring growl like a saw cutting metal he lay his head across my back and licked me near the base of my spine several times. His tongue was raspy, warm and wet. However, several short licks were all he needed. I looked up at him from under my hoodie which had fallen across my face as my jacket had ridden up around my neck as I had moved to watch the animal circling me. Even though my fear was paralysing I still wondered at the pure magnificence of such a gorgeous animal. In spite of all my other feelings I felt squishy and tingly.

My fear was overridden by the beastly machismo of the sleek black Cat. Would he attack me or not. My guess at that moment was that he wouldn’t. He seemed totally relaxed and detached. His golden eyes seemed vacant and inscrutable. If he wouldn’t attack me then what would he do? I didn’t have long to wait.

The Panther seemed to be staring off into the distance when his rippling body stood and in liquid movements he straddled my prone form. Two thick, sleek legs, one behind me and the other in front near my partly uncovered chest. He was smooth and quick as his haunches came down to cover my bare behind.

His groin and lower belly were the only part of his body in contact with mine. Looking up I could see his magnificent deep chest. His head arrogantly looking forward as his haunches, made little, short jabs at my exposed pubic mound. On my side didn’t seem an impediment to the big panther tom (do you call mail panthers Toms?) He had found me anyway. With surprising accuracy he was so close and he jabbed maybe six or seven times before I felt his slim raspy penis scrape into my runny craves.

It was an almost non-event, totally emotionless for him, it seemed, as he continued to stare forward at something undetermined. For me there was little or no discomfort unlike some of the other animals. His penis did seem to be uneven and bumpy but I hadn’t seen it so I could only gauge this from the rising sensations it stimulated in my groin. His groin jabbed rapidly and arrhythmic as he worked his stubby penis against my most sensitive parts, sending quivering waves of pleasure from my groin through my entire body.

Then everything exploded. I had hardly felt it coming there was no build up just the sudden, unexpected explosion of my senses.

My groin clutched tightly down on the rasping penis in powerful, uncontrollable contractions that was my orgasmic delirium. Never before had I felt that pleasure so intensely. Then the panther Growled His head flashed down toward my face, in an instinctive reaction I flinched away from the opening maw and hot feline breath. He grabbed at my neck as he bit down on my bunching jacket. I shrieked, as a tooth managed to scrape my neck. He growled again and made a second lunge as my last orgasmic contraction squeezed him tightly. This time I had found a voice.

Even in my euphoric state of sexual pleasure, I realised that the bite of the panther was not malicious, but an instinctive behaviour of many male animals as they ejaculated. I hadn’t felt him cum, but I realised that he must have. The gaping jaws had already lifted as the panther assumed his sitting position while still inside of me and commenced looked around him in smug victory. However, if I thought he had finished I was wrong. Several more minutes passed while the big cat continued rutting into me and several more times I had to dodge his flashing jaws as he ejaculated.

He would have continued his rut I’m sure, but the sudden call from Viv sent him jumping backward in an uncomfortable dismount mid rut. He was gone.

Stunned and still shaking from the experience I took a moment before I could sit up, straighten my jacket and replace the fry pan on the fire.

“You didn’t answer,” Viv sounded peeved as she appeared in camp.

“I was busy,” I replied just as peeved.

“Busy, busy with what?”

“Oh, nothing much, just making love to the Panther is all,”

“Jesus you have Panther fever bad haven’t you? There is no way we’ll see that cat again.” I smiled vacantly and agreed. “Oh for god’s sake, give me that pan and get dressed. We’re going back home today, you have really lost it girl.” I lent down and removed my jacket and stuck three fingers through the tear in the neck of the garment then I pointed at several grazes on my neck caused by the animal’s teeth. One graze was bleeding.

“I didn’t do this to myself Viv it really was the cat.”

“Yeah, ok, it was the cat, but were still going home before one or both of us goes completely dolly.” She didn’t believe me and maybe it was just as well. This was going to be my special moment to cherish for always.

The End

 

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2 Comments on The Rural Life: Part 7

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  1. Great story. I was excited the hole time I was reading it. I am a bi male and I have been mated many times by male dogs. I love the feeling of their knot in my butt. I would love to try a Kangaroo. You made me very jealous. I want to feel them thrust into me. Thank you for sharing this story with me.

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