The Huntress Diana

The Huntress Diana

I woke up not very early; the sun had already risen above the treetops surrounding the clearing where we had settled for a Sunday rest.

My wife was sleeping sweetly beside me. I remembered last night. She had been unusually excited and passionate, coming quickly under my pressure, caressing and demanding more. It was sweet, exciting, and wonderful. Probably, nothing like that had ever happened to us before.

I decided not to wake her and, pulling on shorts and a T-shirt, decided to go with a fishing rod along the pools and water holes of the river we were resting by, to try and catch the fish that had been stagnant since the night, if I was lucky, of course.

I woke up because the sun, peeking over the edge of the tent, began to bake. Warmth and light broke through my closed eyelids and filled the moment of awakening with viscous sweetness and flashes. Stretching, I stroked my belly, memories of yesterday's adventure fanned out in my memory, a lump of desire rose to my throat, and my hands involuntarily slid further, my knees parted.

Looking around a bit, I realized my husband had gone fishing. Throwing on a robe, I decided to find him, only I didn't understand which direction to look. Downstream, or up? My feet somehow chose yesterday's path on their own, and I splashed knee-deep in the water, skirting a rocky headland. It seemed there was simply no other way to pass; the cliff was high and steep. Again, dragonflies rustled with rainbow wings, and sunbeams played from the small waves created by my movement. My legs, which seemed unnaturally white, felt for pebbles, trying not to prick themselves on sharp edges. I stopped at the unexpected cry of a bird; the water calmed, and my reflection appeared in it from below. Spreading my legs a little and admiring myself, I moved on.

Here was the clearing; under the trees, a large canopy was tied up, a familiar soft carpet spread out, with a sheet and pillows on top. On them, like a Persian queen, lying on her right side with her right knee bent, slept my acquaintance from yesterday. She was in a short silk nightgown, but her full hips and ample bottom were uncovered. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. The morning's dissatisfaction further spurred me on; I remembered how sweetly I had awakened. I touched my breast under the light cotton; the nipple instantly became prominent and protruded.

A light gust of wind carried her scent, my eyes rolled back. Her hips twitched and slowly began to move in rhythm with me. Quite unexpectedly, the first wave of pleasure began to roll over me; I came quietly, hissing through my teeth like a little snake. The fluid that unexpectedly appeared from both of us began to moisten the points of contact. Her muffled moans were heard, and a second wave of pleasure began to roll over me in a hazy flight. Then, we came together loudly and without hiding, merging in a convulsive kiss.

Quietly, but somehow without frightening us, her husband appeared; he was very aroused and, having caught us at play, had apparently been watching for a minute:

"You came so unexpectedly," he whispered quietly, while carefully and softly caressing my legs with one hand. Gradually rising higher and higher, his hand, with deft movements, crept under my robe, his fingers penetrated between my legs and, abundantly moistened by my dew, slid onto my back, stroking it.

I was half-lying on her, our legs intertwined. Blue and pink circles still swam before my eyes; I couldn't breathe calmly for lack of air. Slowly, as if opening the gates to a world of pleasure and joy, gently taking hold of my knee, he began to turn me onto my back. He pushed a pillow under me so that all my pampered and excited lower body was on top, and my legs opened wide. With his other hand, fumbling, convulsively, he pulled off his jeans.

For a moment, his large shaft with a head, the shape of which had surprised me yesterday, flashed. The thought that this stake would now fully enter me and shake me like a butterfly on an entomologist's needle caught in my throat. And at the moment when he was already rushing, I slid up from the pillows and, catching his neck with my knee, pressed my belly to his face. He deftly caught me from below by the buttocks with his palms and, like a precious cup, brought me to his lips. He began greedily licking and kissing; his tongue ran roughly over the mound and teased, lured me into an impenetrable fog of pleasure. My excitement began to grow again.

Satiated from the first touch, he paused to catch his breath, and I deftly turned over and stood up, so that Dina ended up between my legs from below, resulting in yesterday's initial pose. He also rose to his feet, looking at me pleadingly and greedily, sniffling like a young bull and smiling slightly.

His weapon stuck out forward, showing fierce persistence. I quickly took it in my hands and began to move it, touching my belly with the head, then turned it lower, to the recently licked mound between my legs, and when he tried to jerk and enter me, I squatted, abruptly letting go. A ringing slap against the stomach and something like a growl sounded.

There was much more excitement and passion now than yesterday, and when I spread Diana's legs, he, without waiting, rushed into her, smoothly entered and worked furiously; the muscles on his neck and shoulders played. Grabbing a rope hanging from the roof of the canopy, I hung on it and, leaning back, threw my left leg over his shoulder, opening access to my sweetness.

He snorted and smacked with pleasure, simultaneously making sharp thrusts; the muscles on his back and buttocks rolled in time with the movements; I was fascinated by this sight. I stood on straight legs and laid my head and hands on Diana's chest; she, in turn, caressed me. Arching my back sharply, I held a cat-like stance. Her husband worked his weapon fiercely, not missing my perineum with his tongue, deeply penetrating with his tongue and nose between my soft buttocks.

I arched my back even more, and at that moment he spread my thighs with his hands and buried his lips in my clitoris. A crazy wave swept over me; I began to come, trembling finely and moaning. My reaction transmitted in a chain to Diana, and then to her husband. We all came together, shaking and crying out in a single impulse. Completely exhausted, I collapsed onto her sweet, trembling chest.

He tried to enter me again, but his weapon immediately weakened, and the attempt was not successful, although I already desperately desired it and did not resist.

I lay on top of her; we were still quietly, tenderly kissing, catching our breath. Then I simply fell into a crazy slumber; endless fields with cheerful flowers and fluffy ears of grain, huge white clouds, and weightlessness throughout my body flashed before my eyes.