The Hunt

The Hunt

My wife Jenny is a tall slender blond with tight breasts about the size of small apples and long sexy legs. I have marveled ever since we met that such a beautiful woman would have interest in plain old me. When we met we had both been virgin and had remained such until after we had been engaged for six months. Even after marriage our sex life was so conservative that we normally made love in the man on top position with the light off. She rarely allowed me to see her naked and wouldn't ever consider any form of sex other than straight intercourse. This situation continued for almost a year after our vows and then began to gradually change. We slowly began to discover more of our sexuality and to my surprise, and delight, I found Jenny to have a kinky side concealed under her puritan exterior. I discovered that she liked to expose herself to me and others, that she enjoyed a small amount of pain inflicted to her nipples and/or clit just before climax, and most astounding of all she loved sex with multiple partners. This revelation did not happen suddenly, rather it was the result of a long hard campaign on my part to get her to open up and enjoy sex more. The change had begun with experimentation at enacting fantasies, this lead to swinging and group sex. We found that we both loved sex in any form. I loved to watch as well as participate and for me the sight of my wife climaxing while riding a strange cock was the ultimate experience. As for Jenny she enjoyed multiple male partners and if they got a little rough so much the better. She had pierced her clit and nipples mainly because this increased the sensations applied to her erotic areas during sex and made her cum harder. She would sometimes ask me to pull on her rings when she wanted to get really hot; she called the jewelry in her sensitive areas her cum buttons. We would joke that all I had to do to get her hot was push her buttons.

We had been exploring our kinky side for about a year and been active swingers for about three months, when the events surrounding this story occurred. Our swinging group which required an annual test for HIV, met monthly and had a membership of about fifty couples; of these we were close friends with about a half a dozen couples that we sometimes met with outside of the club. Our group was joining up with several other groups from adjoining states to sponsor an annual event they called the Hunt. The Hunt had started as a game within our group and had expanded to include other nearby groups becoming larger each year. Our friends urged Jenny to participate as a contestant saying that if she won or lost she would enjoy the experience. She asked them about the event and was told that it was like the reality shows on T.V. except that you didn't have to live on a deserted island, just get away from a bunch of horny guys. She then asked what happens if you don't get away. Her friends just grinned.

The hunt was scheduled to take place on the last weekend of the month at farm nearby. One of the members offered its use each year because it was mostly wooded and very remote. My wife, my friend Dave, and I drove out to meet Babs, Dave's wife, who was already there helping set things up. We arrived near the farm house early that morning and parked in a grassy field among many other cars. We could hear voices from the other side of the house so we walked in that direction. We found several hundred men standing around some picnic tables. Nearby were a smaller number of women some of whom we recognized from the club. One of our club members climbed up on to a table and called for attention. He explained the rules, each of the men had paid an "entrance" fee, (this got some chuckles from the men) of $250 dollars. All contestants, male and female, had been required to be tested for HIV and provide the results in order to enter the game. This money would be placed in bank deposit box with a token used to claim the key at the finish line. He pointed at a hand drawn map. This year this amounted to over $75,000. The men would be given a head start in order to move into the woods between the farm house and the finish line ten miles away. Then after thirty minutes the women could start. The boundaries were gravel roads on each side, the paved road which we had entered the farm on, with a river forming the finish line. The area started out narrow, about five miles, and widened toward the river to over ten. The speaker using the map, pointed at a trail which ran across the property a few miles north of the house. "This is the foul line. No man can be on this side of the trail when the ladies leave the farmstead. You can drive up the boundary roads and park when ever you choose or you can run across the fields so long as you are north of the trail by the start time. You have been given whistles to signal each other and a code sheet to use. If you catch one of the ladies she is yours to do with as you please for the remainder of the weekend. However you must let your captive go once she has satisfied your group to the point that no member of your group can produce an erection within five minutes. No permanent damage may be done to your captives but anything else is expected and considered part of the game. The ladies have all signed a wavier and know what to expect if caught. Once they get to the river you may not stop them, and if they get to the fishing shack which is about mid-way along the river, the money is theirs. The money is in a safe deposit box at the local bank so all they need to do is pick up the token in the shack then get the key for the box from me here. No men are allowed within 100 yards of the shack. There are observers located throughout the area and rules will be enforced strictly." He then asked if any of the ladies wanted to drop out, and got no takers. He indicated a table nearby and told the women that only the items on that table could be taken away from the farmstead. He turned to the men and announced that a consolation prize could be enjoyed in the barn for anyone who gave up the hunt. About two thirds of the women then moved to the barn. A dozen women remained. Jenny's friend Babs called over her shoulder to me, as she walked across the grass, saying that she would take care of me right now if I wanted to concede. The speaker sounded an air horn and started a timer. Some of the men ran for their cars others began to jog north toward a corn field bordering the farm house.

I joined the joggers. Looking back I could see Jenny picking out her gear. There was not much to choose from. On the table lay twelve pairs of athletic shoes, bottles of water attached to wide belts, and wide brim hats. Women were doffing their clothing and picking up their gear as I turned back to make my way north. I noticed that most of the male runners had gear of their own. Everything from canteens to rope and even a few electric cattle prods could be seen. I wore a surplus army camouflage uniform and canteen with some energy bars in a pouch. I also had a pair of binoculars hanging from my neck. It was hard to jog with the binoculars so I found it necessary to hold them in one hand. I stuck with Dave, Bab's husband, as he had promised to show me a good spot from which to watch. We arrived at Dave's chosen spot in about fifteen minutes. It was a small wooded hill overlooking the trail. We could see down the trail for most of its length and could not easily be seen from where we were. Dave had pre-positioned some equipment here for us. He showed me a sort of blind which we could wait in and passed me some army grease paint. He colored his face and hands with the green and black grease stick and showed me how to cover my skin. We had just finished with our paint when the horn sounded. I flopped on my belly and began to scan the woods with my binoculars when he moved next to me. He cautioned me about allowing light to reflect from my lens and showed me how to shade them to prevent this. From time to time I was able to spot women sneaking through the brush, but none were close enough to start a pursuit. After about an hour I saw a small group of men moving back toward the barn. They had evidently succumbed to the lure of a sure thing and decided to start the consolation party.

Then off to my left I heard a short whistle blast which meant a hot pursuit. Shortly thereafter came two whistles which meant a catch. I looked that direction and saw a young brunette being herded into a clearing. Her captors were urging her on with a cattle prod and a jockey's whip. Once they had her tied spread out on her back one of the men blew his whistle two long blasts, which meant that they would share with other groups. Soon men were moving trough the trees in that direction. Returning to my search I was just in time to see a beautiful redhead cross the trail about 100 yards west of the hill. I pointed her out to Dave who expressed interest. We began to quietly move down the hill on an interception course. We had gone about fifty yards when he stopped and motioned me to hold. I could hear movement from our front left a short way off. Looking in that direction I saw our quarry. She was moving cautiously through the trees. She would stop and look right and then left before continuing a short way then scanning her front again. We had been fortunate in that she had missed us due to some brush blocking her line of sight. She was now crossing our path and we were to her left rear flank. She wasn't even looking our way anymore, concentrating on the area to her front. We began to move toward her and had closed to within ten yards when she either caught movement in the corner of her eye or heard something. She turned and looked Dave right in the eye, panicked and froze momentarily, then turned and bolted. I had charged the instant she turned and tackled her before she took two steps. Dave stood and blew one long blast which meant stay away this one is ours. I found myself lying on top of a lovely young woman. She was naked except for shoes and a belt with water bottle. She smiled at me and offered herself by spreading her legs. I was not long in taking advantage of this and soon was riding her with her legs wrapped behind my back. Dave knelt next to us and fondled her breasts. Before long he had his turn at her as I didn't last long. After they finished she arose and we led her back to our blind. Dave offered her some food from our stash and we sat and talked. She belonged to a swingers group from out of state and had traveled here with her husband the previous day. She provided us with a contact number which I wrote in a pocket notebook I had brought. We promised to get in touch later. She told us that several of the women contestants were prostitutes who thought this might be their big break and most of others were club members like herself. She explained that she was here for the adventure and didn't expect to win. Dave moved over to Red at this point and pulled her down beside him. She moved one leg over his body reached down and inserted his hard member into her body. She rode him hard sitting upright. Then she leaned over and kissed him while he played with her small tight breasts. I knelt behind her and fingered her anus. After loosening her up I inserted my cock and we had a nice double penetration. We all three climaxed at almost the same instant and lay intertwined enjoying the feeling of closeness for a time. She then asked me to move, which I did. She stood and indicated that it had been more than five minutes and she didn't see a hard-on. Dave cautioned her about the large group to our east and handed her his binoculars. The group in the clearing was easily visible though the staked out captive was hard to see with a group of about 30 men around her. Red, to my surprise did not head north. She turned toward the clearing and moved in that direction. She had moved to within 50 yards of the action without being spotted. She then deliberately trod on a large branch making a snapping sound and when several of the crowd turned toward her broke into flight. Soon we saw her being prodded into the clearing. I watched while she was staked out along side of the brunette.

Dave and I decided to walk over and join the group in the clearing. As we approached several men called out to Dave and welcomed us. The brunette was a somewhat chunky gal of about thirty something. She was being fucked hard by a large man with an enormous cock. I recognized him as a bouncer at one of the clubs which Jenny and I had attended when we first began our adventures. I remembered that he was one of the security personnel for the hunt and wondered who was watching the store. Looking around I saw two more of the clubs bouncers watching from the woods. Red had two men using her and didn't seem to mind at all. In fact she was enjoying it thoroughly. One of the men had an electric prod which he waved about. When shifts were changing between fucks he would threaten to poke red with it. She finally told him that if that's what turned him on he should do a good job of it and be sure to hit her clit. I thought she was joking but was soon proved wrong when he placed the tip right on her engorged pussy and shot her a good jolt. She arched her back and screamed, but then made thrusting motions with her hips and encouraged the next lover to mount. She began to climax as soon as he did. The prod man then began to experiment with her tits, shocking her nipples until the guy on top of Red told him to bug off because he was getting some of the current.

We moved on as I was interested in finding Jenny. Although, we followed several whistles to gangbangs, we did not locate her. We began patrolling the woods, and even though we managed to locate several more un-whistled groups we still couldn't locate Jenny. It was getting dark so we went back to my car and got Dave's night vision goggles. We then drove out to the river where we found Dave's car. Neither of us could understand how it got there but figured that Babs must have been the one who parked it there for some reason. We left the cars and moved toward the shack stopping about 500 yards away. Here we caught our second captive. She had almost made it to the shack when we grabbed her. She was very angry and fought us like a tiger. I loved it. Since we were both somewhat worn out at this point we blew the whistle after we each had a turn, and left her with the group of guys who showed up.

We started back toward the cars then and noticed a large group near the river who had a fire going. On investigation we finally found Jenny. She was surrounded by over fifty men. She was enthusiastically participating, riding the guy on the bottom while offering her mouth to another. A third man was behind her buried deep in her anus and just hanging on. Her hips moved like a pendulum making his task difficult. As we watched the man receiving oral sex pulled out and shot onto Jenny's face. Another man moved to take his place. I pushed my way into the fire and knelt beside Jenny. She assured me that she was fine, or as she put it; "best ever". So I decided to help. Reaching under her I found her clit rod. She had pierced her clit vertically from top to bottom and wore a jeweled rod through it length. I pulled and twisted on the rod until her clit looked like a pretzel. She was ecstatic; a little pain in her clit always set her off. With my free hand I snagged a nipple ring and turned it twice around making her tit develop a spiral pattern. She came harder. I knew that once she started to climax she would cum all night so I withdrew from the fire and watched from the edge of the crowd. Jenny's lovers would shoot their loads into her body then roll aside to be replaced by the next man. By morning she had exhausted most of them and was still climaxing in a steady rhythm. I could tell she was sore and tired but didn't want to quit yet as she could still get her guys to make her cum a few more times. I found that I had recuperated enough to achieve an erection from watching. I got in line and when my turn came, slid into the slipperiest cunt I have ever felt. She smiled down at me and made an extra effort please me. I could feel the cock of her anal partner as he moved within her. Watching her eyes as she came yet again set me off. Finally the last dick was soft and I helped her to her feet and we moved toward the car. She was a mess, covered from head to foot with semen and absolute rivers of it running down her legs. There were scratches from branches on her body, and leaves matted with cum in her hair. We had walked about fifty yards when she turned to me and suggested we move to the river. Thinking she wanted to bathe I readily agreed. Then I saw her true meaning when she the said, "Too late. We didn't make in time." After enough sex Jenny eventually gets to the point where she can't cum any more and once that happens she loses interest. It had only happened once before after a massive gang bang one night at the club. I looked up and saw a group of five men moving toward us. Jenny lay down in the grass and said "make it quick I'm very sore." I started to say that she was my captive and they should look elsewhere, when I caught the look on Jenny's face. She wanted this last fuck for a sort of closing. I watched as she took them on and proved to herself that she still could. We then moved to the river where she swam into the cool water and washed most of the slime from her body. When we got to the cars she explained that she had waited at the barn with Babs until nightfall, and then moved along the shoulder of the boundary road to where Babs had left the car for her. This explained why it was left there. Right from the start she had figured that most of the guys would be patrolling the center at night. Turns out she was right. She made it to the river with little trouble after dark, having to hide and wait for passing guys only twice. Once at the river she moved along the safe area to the shack, got the money token and returned to the car. She was surprised to find our car there as well as Babs'. She then moved back into the hunting area leaving the token in the trunk. She had seen the fire and allowed herself to be captured. This had been when we found her.