The Hunt Pt. 01: The Arrival

“It says everyone is to gather at the main pavilion at noon for lunch and they will go over the rules of the hunt,” my wife said as she sat on the edge of the back of the jeep, her feet resting on the bumper as she looked over the packet we received when we checked in. We were at a private, members-only campground in northern Michigan. We had just recently joined the club, and if I was honest with myself it was mostly for access to this campground. It was 50 acres of woods and clearings located near the Manistee National Forest. There were streams and hiking trails that meander throughout the property. When I read that access to this property was included in the membership, it jumped this club to the top of our list when we were looking into joining the local alternative lifestyle’s scene. I was busy finishing setting up our cabin style tent in our campsite as she went over the packet of info for the weekend.

“Street clothes are acceptable to wear to lunch,” she continued as I extended the last pole. I had set this tent up many times as we both loved camping and the outdoors. It was a large supposedly 12 person tent, with one half being a large screen room that could be sealed up with a door and the other half more enclosed with a door and windows. There were lights built into the roof poles and plenty of pockets for storing this and that around the tent. We set up our queen size double stacked air mattress in the screen room side and still had plenty of room for our totes of clothes, cooler and two chairs on the other side.

“Hunters must bring their own collar and leash. Included wristbands are for prey and are color-coded to easily show what activities you consent to,” the last piqued my interest as I looked at my stunning wife of seven years from around the tent. “What activities had she consented to” I wondered but lost the thought as I looked at her. Her canvas starscape shoes matched her painted on leggings that clung to her toned legs. Her small waist and B cup chest was hidden beneath the oversize sweatshirt she wore but one bra strap could be seen from her exposed tanned shoulder as she hunched over the packet on her legs. Her shoulder length hair was purple that faded into blue, odd until you knew that her job was as a figure skater in one of those kids “on ice” programs and she had just wrapped up being a fairy. She found it easier to just dye her hair for the part then wear a cap and wig all day. With her five foot two frame, you might call her petite, but I wouldn’t to her face.

“There is also a laminated hunting permit for each prey that shows the expanded limits you filled out when you submitted your application,” she continued. I had her fill out our application and send it in, so I had no idea what she had filled out the limit list. I was going to ask her about this, but a breeze caught the rain fly and it needed my full attention. I caught up with the rain fly fethiye escort easily as it came to rest on our pile of totes with a full-length mirror on top. I caught a look at myself as I gathered back up the rain fly. I will say I am proud of the shape I am in for someone who holds down a desk job. I would call myself slightly above average build and tone sitting at about five-ten. Don’t get me wrong I keep in shape by hitting the gym a few times a week and I can keep up with her on her nightly runs even though my job as a writer keeps me sitting at my laptop most days. My black hair and eyes matched well with my tanned complexion. I prefer my Clark Kent glasses over contacts but opted for the later knowing I would be running in the woods later today.

“Tents up Harley, your turn to decorate,” I said to my wife. Ya her parents we a little geeky. I started loading the few totes of clothes and bedding into the tent as she slides off the back of the jeep and grabbed a few things to carry in herself. I went back to the jeep and grabbed my toy bag from the back and closed the door. As I turned back towards the open door of the tent, through the large screen window next to the door I watched her tight ass covered in stars as she bent over smoothing out the covers on our bed. She climbed on all fours across the bed as she placed items here and there around the bed. I felt the pressure of desire as I watched her crawl around the bed.

We hadn’t brought much since it was only a one night stay for us and she had made quick work of setting up. I stepped inside and placed the bag on the side. She was kneeling on the bed, leaning over digging something out of the bottom one of a tote which placed her tight little ass high in the air, and her hair hung over her face covering my actions from view. I moved to stand in front of her, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock. She found what she was looking for and brought her head up to find my semi-hard cock a few inches from her face. “Why hello there,” was all she said before my hand found her purple hair and gave a slight pull to meet the slight pelvic thrust that sent my stiffening cock towards her lips. They parted the instant the head of my shaft touched her soft lips, to slide down my length and take my growing desire within the moist confines of her talented mouth.

I continued to slip my cock slowly in and out between those luscious lips of hers, her eyes closed and I could feel her slightly sucking when I was pulling out and her tongue swirl about the head of my cock as I entered her mouth once more. I let my head fall back and let out a guttural moan to the ceiling as I continued my slow fucking of her face. Then soft vibration sensations compounded the pleasure my cock was receiving beyond her pink lips and her own moans reached my ears. I looked back down at her and saw she has alanya escort snaked one of her hands between her thighs, into her tights.

“Good little slut,” I growled at her. I stopped thrusting and let go of her hair. “You love to suck cock don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” was all I heard as she started bobbing her head up and down my shaft while she rubbed herself. She was going much faster than I had been and was loudly sucking as she worked her magic on me. Her moans had increased to an almost constant hum getting me closer to my climax. Then the loudspeaker cut through my fog of pleasure announcing that lunch was starting soon and for everyone to report to the main pavilion.

“Shit! We have to go,” I told her, but she kept hungrily sucking my cock, lost in her own pleasure and I could see she was close herself. I wanted us both to finish, but with us being the newest members I wanted to make a good showing and being late to the first meeting would not do. “Stop, slut, I said stop,” I commanded as I pulled her by the hair off my shaft. She fell back on the bed and pulled her hand from her tights, obviously disappointed. “Come on, we don’t want to be late.” I continued as I wrestled to get by hard cock back into my jeans and zip up. She got off the bed sucking off her fingers staring at me as she did so. She straightened her tights and gave herself a once over in the mirror she has hung in the corner near the door of the tent.

We left the little clearing through the few trees that formed our campsite. The main area of the camp was in the center of a large clearing. There was a huge fire pit in the middle surrounded by various outdoor furniture. A shower and bath building was to the east and a small house that served as an office to the west. North of the fire pit was a large barn that housed the dungeon and play spaces. The southern edge had a large open-air pavilion with canvas sides rolled up at the top that could be dropped during inclement weather. There was plenty of picnic tables and chairs under the pavilion along with a bar along one short side and a stage on the other. We made our way past the bar grabbing a few sandwiches from the trays there and found some seats near some other couples we had met at another event.

A couple took the stage at one end of the pavilion. The statuesque woman was Mistress Thorne, she and her husband, Master Shade who stood next to her, ran this event space and campgrounds. “Welcome all you kinky fuckers to the 24th Great Hunt!” she said to the applause of all of us. By all of us, I would say there were about fifty or so people under the pavilion. “Before we can get on with the fun, I want to make sure you all know the rule changes from last year, for those of you that I know didn’t read the packets.” This got an uncomfortable laugh from some seasoned members. She handed the mic to Shade.

“First manavgat escort off, we have changed the color coding for the consent bands, so pay attention. The right wrist is still sex acts and is as follows. Red, absolutely no sexual contact. Blue is for oral only. Yellow is now vaginal/cock. Yellow and Blue stripes are for anal. Green is for consent to all. Just a reminder, condoms must be worn at all times when in the play areas. The left wrist is for BDSM consent. Red is absolutely no BDSM consent. Yellow is for impact. Blue is for bondage. Yellow and blue stripes are for abrasion and sharp pointy things. Green is consent to all. The wristbands are only meant to help you know what your prey is interested in at a distance. You must look at the hunting permit to see that preys full list of limits, allergies, and consents.”

“Prey can call RED at any time and everything stops. This can be done if the prey does not want to continue playing with the hunter that captured them if the prey needs a break, or for any reason that we can’t think of. However, I am proud of all of you in that we have never had a prey call RED and leave a hunter in 23 years!” This too was met with applause and he handed the mic back to Thorne.

“Another change is we will be using air horns to announce when the hunters have been cleared to start hunting. They will also be used to announce the end of the hunt and to signal time to come back to camp. We don’t need another episode like last year where a hunter loses track of time and we end up with a search party to find him still playing with his prey, Rob.” The last said to a particular member about halfway back.

“For those that didn’t read the schedule, here it is. Once we are done here, prey please get ready. Prey will report to the dungeon at noon, hunters report here for lunch and the final meeting. The Hunt will begin promptly at one and end at four. During the hunt and after there will be water and munchies here in the pavilion. All prey are asked to check in at the pavilion at 6 to help with dinner set up, Hunters please make yourself available around the fire pit for dungeon set up as well as cigars and drinks. Dinner will be around seven and after dinner, the fire pit will be lit and the dungeon will be opened up for the night. Tomorrow, brunch is at eleven and that’s when all prey will be released. Any questions, look in your packets. If you still have questions, find someone with the bright orange armbands. Oh, and someone will always be here at the pavilion for the duration of the event.” She handed the mic back to Shade.

“Once again, thank you to everyone for coming. Without such great people, events like this would not happen. Enjoy yourself, enjoy someone else, and we will see you all back here at two for the prey parade!” With that, they walked off the stage and the crowd broke into conversations. We chatted for a little with the other couples that we were seated with before everyone started leaving to finish getting ready. It was about one when we started making our way back to our tent. Nature decided that I needed to make a pit stop on the way, so I sent Harley on to finish getting ready and headed for the bathrooms.

Continued in Part 2, Getting Ready…