My eyes took in her bare body, her little titties and her thick, brown nipples. Then she made it better by raising her arms over head, showing me her smooth underarms.


    We were under a huge fern, so we had a lot of protection from the rain.


    Before I knew it, I had a throbbing erection, and I started forward. After the night before, after kissing those two women, my lust was a painful thing.


    Then she was in my arms, and I was holding her ass in my hands, and I was kissing her. It wasn’t a teasing kiss like with Holly and Billie…one that wouldn’t lead anywhere. This was a far hotter kiss. She moaned with lust.


    Only, I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.


    The huntress sucked on my tongue, before sucking on my lip, and then she was kissing and licking my neck. Her fingers fumbled for the zipper on the front of my survival suit. I helped her, still kissing her, unzip it down.


    I let the top drop off my back. Her little body was so hot, it was making me sweat, and so the cool air felt good on my skin. The misty rain wasn’t bad, and yet, I knew it could start pouring at any minute.


    The huntress knelt before me, fishing my cock out of my clothes.


    She moaned as she sucked on it.


    I couldn’t help but gasp. Oh, her mouth felt so good on me, so warm and wet. She gripped the shaft while sucking on the head, and then her fingers found my balls, caressing them, while she used her mouth to fuck my cock.


    I had to touch her soft hair, and I think out of touching Holly’s and Billie’s hair the night before. There was something magical about a woman’s hair.


    Reaching down, I touched her nipples, which hardened even more. It was like her whole breast was nipple, and I found that so sexy.


    Her hand was between her legs, rubbing, and I looked down at her, her eyes closed, her pale-yellow skin a little freckled, but not like I’d seen before. I didn’t know how that was possible, and right then, with what she was doing to me, I didn’t care that much.


    I liked seeing her sucking on me…while she touched herself.


    She stopped bobbing back and forth on my cock. With my sex held in her mouth, she started grunting as the orgasm swept through her. It was hot, and it got even hotter as she drove my cock into the back of her throat. She was choking on me as she came.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    I couldn’t help but grab her head and fuck her mouth. She seemed to melt, and her own pleasure was forgotten as she concentrated on mine. Being naked, out in the forest, drove my desire to new heights. But then I thought about what I would tell Holly and Billie, about this hot encounter, I could guess their reaction. They were going to be jealous of me, or maybe this would drive them into my arms again.


    Either way, it wasn’t like I could stop, and I knew the huntress didn’t want me to.


    She took her mouth on me long enough to say something, and I heard the word “ona.”


    Then she was back on me, gagging on my dick before sucking on it harder.


    The combination of hard and soft sent me over the edge.


    “Fuck,” I spat. “I’m coming.”


    She made agreeable noises, which spurned me on even more.


    The euphoria thrummed through my body, and I couldn’t believe how intense it was. It was like I’d been edging all day long, and I guess I was, or that was how it felt, with the professor and the cheerleader around. Add on the weird energy in the air, and it made every orgasm better and better.


    The huntress drank down everything I gave her, and she wasn’t letting go of my cock.


    At first, I didn’t know why, but then I saw she was rubbing herself again, and then, she was grunting softly again, as she felt the ecstasy.


    I’d lost count of how many times she’d come.


    But she got to her feet, smiling at me. Then, she pointed. “Sid Marshall.” Turning her finger to herself, she said, “Khanna.”


    I pulled the top of the survivor suit over my shoulders. “So, you did understand me, Khanna.”


    She wiped off her face with the back of her hand and gave me an amused grin. She said a bunch more words as she pulled on her leather tunic.


    She nodded at me as she picked up her spear.


    “Wait, Khanna,” I said. “Those drums in the swamps. Are those your people?”


    But she was already moving off. “Opal, do you need more?”


    Query is imprecise. If you are referring to the lexicon of the hominid in front of you, then the answer is yes. More vocabulary and grammar needed.


    “Khanna, wait.”


    But she was already moving off through the ferns.


    I took three steps toward her but then wondered how it would look if I chased her down. Besides, I was pretty sure she’d be back the next morning. She wouldn’t be finding us in our perch or at Privacy Rock, though.


    We were moving across town.


    Finding toad pieces was easy, though, and I cut off a hunk and brought it back to Privacy Rock. Was I excited about eating frog meat? No. I simply wanted breakfast out of the way.


    Billie was just waking up when I got back.


    The professor gave me a little smile. “How did it go with the huntress?”


    “It went well,” I said. “Opal scanned her but didn’t get much. She might be Arkadian, though I don’t know what that means. And it’s not something I want to focus on. Today is moving day.”


    “Where did you get that meat?” Billie asked.


    I didn’t answer right away.


    The professor saved me. “Do you really want to know?”


    Billie sighed. “I guess not. But is it safe?”


    “Opal said it was,” I replied, and then got work cooking.


    In the end, our unconventional breakfast tasted like chicken. It was fine. It was protein and calories, the kind of fuel I needed to create the perfect dreamhouse for me and the girls.