The Hunt Part 6, Afternoon Fun [Str8][Swingerish][Mf][BDSM][Solo][Exhibit]

Afternoon

Recap: The Hunt is an invite-only BDSM event where couples and singles find new partners for the event by playing an adult hide and seek with BDSM overtones. Its held on the land of a private alternative lifestyle club in northern Michigan. My wife Harley and I are attending for the first time where I have just left the Hunt with my newly captured prey, a beautiful curvaceous redhead with tribal tattoos and pale skin, leading her by my collar and leash. We had just eaten a snack and bathed and now are on our way back to my tent.

My prey walked on my left, but one step behind. The chain from my collar around her neck swayed and brushed across the nipple of her right breast as we walked, making small talk about the event. Her bare arms were beside her and bent at the elbow to hold the pile of all our folded clothes and shoes in her open palms. After drying each other off, she had said she would “air dry” as we walked back to my campsite. Not feeling as confident, and also to emphasize her nakedness I had wrapped a towel around my waist for the walk back.

The sun was high and the day was warm as we walked across the open field towards the tree lines that concealed the campsites, our steps in the grass smelled of summer to me. About halfway there we came across two female hunters that were playing a game with their prey. The prey were tied down naked face up to the ground in an X with about a foot of rope from their wrists and ankles to large stakes set in the ground with about five feet separating them their feet facing each other. One of the prey was male and he was sporting an impressive erection which had a smaller cord wrapped and tied to its base with two strands extending between his open legs to two smaller stakes acting both as a cock ring but also to hold it so it stood straight up towards the sky. The other pray was female and she had one of those harness-less strap-ons in clear purple (the kind of strap-on that has a portion that slides into the women to hold it in place) that also had similar cords extending to stakes between her legs, but also one going to a wrap of cord around her waist so that her cock too stood straight up.

The two hunters each had three thin metal rings about six inches across and they were taking turns standing over the head of one of the prey and tossing the rings at the shaft of the other. When all the rings were tossed they would gather them and move to stand over the head of the one they had just thrown at. We watched them switch between the two prey a few times as we walked towards them. I guessed that there were points involved like any game like this as the hunters kept saying numbers that I could start to make out as we got closer, and once we were near enough the hunters asked if we wanted to join them in a game. I declined, saying that I needed to find some clothes, but thanked them for the offer. One of the hunters then asked if I would have my girl walk across her prey as a reward for him and motioned to the male prey. I accepted and walked us over to the male prey and extended my arm for my prey to hold as she then took placed her bare feet on his chest, and made it a point to take a few small steps down his chest, abs and thigh. He groaned a “thank you” through clenched teeth. We then continued on to my campsite.

“So are games like that normal?” I asked as we walked.

“Sure are, but they are not part of the official program, more like something that everyone comes up with to entertain themselves during the day. Some of the fun is coming up with games like old school physical challenges on kids TV shows and perverting them. The other part is trying to do it. I love doing some of them, depending on what it is. The best ones take a good partnership between the top and bottom. I don’t like being staked out and used like that, but if you like it, we can do it.”

“Let’s get back to camp, relax for a little, get changed and we can see what everyone is doing then.”

By now we reached my campsite and outside of the tent door were two small bags with large tags with the number thirteen on them. I opened the door holding it aside as she gathered her bags and entered the tent as I took the opportunity to admire her ass once more as she bent slightly as she entered. She stood a few feet inside the door and took in the tent saying “Very nice,” before putting her bags in an open spot on the floor. I entered and closed the door flap then stepped towards my own bags. She stepped in front of me, as if reading my mind she placed her hand on my arm “Allow me. What would you like?” I took a step back toward the bed.

“My clothes are in the black bag,” I said and she nodded turning around to the mentioned bag where she bent with her legs together at the waist to open it and started pulling out a change of clothes for me. I took a few more steps back to sit on the foot of the bed and watched her bare ass with just a hint of her pussy showing as she did. I could feel my cock starting to push the towel up as I appreciated how she gathered my clothes. She then brought the clothes over and placed them beside me on the bed. She took a few steps back and stood there before me, naked save my collar and the chain of the leash that dangled down, caressing the slight curves of her body with her hands clasped behind her back.

She stepped forward to pull the two flaps of the towel to either side exposing my thighs and semi-hard cock. She took a pair of boxers and knelt down before me and held them open so I could slip my feet through the holes before sliding them up to my legs. As the boxer’s reached my mid thigh, she leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard cock into her mouth before letting it slowly slip from her lips as she pulled my boxers over my cock. Then she repeated the earlier process with my cargo shorts before standing to hold a short sleeve button down shirt open for me to slip on. I decided to go barefoot since we were outdoors, and sat back down on the bed.

She went to her bags now, and leaned over again at the waist to open one but quickly stood back up holding two summer dresses. She turned around and held them out on either side of herself “which one do you like more?” Both were soft cotton and short, stopping about her mid-thigh. The one on the left was a black halter top style and the one on the right was purple with spaghetti straps.

“The black one,” I said as I have always had a thing for halter tops. Tossing the purple one back in her bag, she pulled the black one over her head then pulled her red hair and the leash of my collar out.

Coming over to me, she turned and held the straps over her shoulders to me, “Would you?” I took the straps as she pulled her hair to one side and tied them in a simple bow. She went to her bag and grabbed a black hair tie out and pulled her long red hair into it.  

“Ready?” I asked her, to which she nodded and we left the tent. When we were out of the trees, we could see small groups of others spread around the field. We started walking towards the closest group of people. This group had drawn some lines in the grass I guessed about fifteen feet apart. On one side people had various foam dart guns which they were shooting across to the other line where their partner stood naked. The goal seemed to see who could get the most darts to suction to the naked partner. From the look of it, it was a lot harder than it sounds as there were tons of darts on the grass and not many on the naked bodies.

The next group we came too again had a line marked in the grass but then two circles, this time about ten feet apart. This game entailed using a rope chest harness to bind the arms and attach a plastic pitcher with lines every inch on it to the chest, of a usually topless, partner. The other partner was then handed one of two large water guns. The partner with the water gun took a place in one of the circles and the one with the pitcher went behind the line. Someone would say start and the water was sprayed at their partner who tried to catch as much of it as they could in the pitcher. Once the water guns were empty, everyone compared to see who got more water in the pitcher, but it looked like some were having more fun getting their partner all wet. While this looked like fun, we had just gotten dry and changed.

Our next stop looked more promising. There were four spanking benches lined up a few feet apart, the kind of spanking benches with adjustable inclines to them. The game as it was explained to us as we watched, was to have one person lay topless on their backs with their head at the lower end of the incline and their ass at the high end. The other partner then stood between the one that was laying on the benches legs and starting just above their partners’ crotch, tried to roll various round food items down the torso where they would then try and catch the item in their mouth. The person laying down could move but they could not use their hands to touch the items. The items were things like grapes, cookies, wheels of sausage, and such. Each time there were four teams, and they would each be given a bowl of five of the food items. Once all had gone whichever team had eaten the most won the round.

My prey smiled and we both laughed as we watched a few rounds of couples playing. When one of the benches opened up, I motioned with my hand if she wanted to take a turn. Without any hesitation, she pulled the dress over her head and laid down on the bench with her head on the lower end. Two other couples were next to us as we were all handed bowls round sandwich cookies. Now I don’t know if you have ever tried to do something similar to this, but it is not easy to roll anything down a body that curves and slopes even with my prey holding her breath. My first cookie made it past her belly button but soon drifted towards her right breast before bouncing off and falling to the ground. My second cookie I overcompensated and it drifted to the left to bounce off her breast and then fall over between her breasts. My third attempt I managed to get the cookie to stay true and made it through between her breasts, but when she tried to catch it in her mouth, it hit her chin and bounced off to fall down her neck. 

With only two cookies left I had an idea, leaning down to her ear I told her to push her breasts together and see if we can use them as a ramp. Using her palms she pressed her ample breasts together and with the help of gravity the slopped up towards her face. I let another cookie loose and it rolled past her belly button, down her stomach where it drifted to the left again but this time it went up to her breast missing her nipple by a few centimeters before starting to fall to the side to slide the rest of the way into her mouth. The crowd cheered as so far we were the only ones this round to eat a cookie. Keeping her breasts pressed together I tried to repeat the last round, but the cookie had other ideas and lodged itself between her breasts. Slightly deflated, but not missing the opportunity I leaned forward and took the cookie in my own mouth, maybe lingering a little longer than necessary between her breasts. 

Our next bowl was full of round summer sausage slices. These were a little larger and thicker then the cookies were. Some of the other couples had started to copy what my prey was doing with her breasts, but we still managed to roll three of the five down her pale stomach and up her breast to her waiting lips. There was also plenty of sausage innuendo comments made during this round. After the sausage, we were up by 2 over the other couples. The next bowl was filled with oblong fruit chew candies with a hard shell. These were a lot harder to control as they did not want to roll or stay on their edge. We ended up only getting one into her mouth, but luckily the other couples didn’t do as well either. By the time all of us had rolled out five candies, we were tied with one of them. 

The hunter that was managing this particular game was still filling the last bowls with grapes. My prey had a perplexed look on her face, but then sat up and said she will be right back before running naked across the field towards the pavilion. We all watched her run off, laughing at her abruptness and made small talk for a few minutes until she came running back. A little out of breath when she got back, she handed me four long chip bag clips and I knew what she was thinking. She laid back down on the bench and since I had had the most luck with her left breast I placed the first chip clip so that one end touched the bottom of her breast and extending along the edge of her torso. The next one I places touching the other side of her left breast but so that it came across her abdomen at an angle so they formed a V towards her breast. The next one I placed so that it extended the one along her side with a little overlap. I looked her in the eye as I placed the last one, centered on her left breast to clamp on and across her nipple towards her mouth. She winced a little as the clamp pressed on her sensitive bud, but said nothing as she looked back at me. 

The other couples were all ready and watched what we had done. A few didn’t think it would work, but we would find out soon enough as we all took our bowls of grapes. As it turns out it worked, kind of. The first two grapes rolled down and hit the first clips and they did direct them towards her breast, but then would roll past the clip on top. I adjusted the nipple clip so it was further towards the bottom and that helped. The third grape rolled right up and onto her breast, but when it hit the clip it must have moved it just enough that my prey winced in pleasure/pain and missed the grape. However, now ready for it, the next two grapes found their way between her lips. In the end, we tied with the other couple, but we all had a blast trying this out and I planned on to remember this as a game to play again later. 

My prey slides back into her dress and pulled the chain leash out from between her breasts to hand to me. We thanked the hunter who came up with the game and walked on, leaving the chip clips for others.

“There is one other game I would like to try that I saw when I ran for the chip clips.”

“Sure.”

We made our way towards a popup that someone had put up for shade near the pavilion. The pop up had one side up against the sun that faced us as we approached but we could see a few others watching around the popup. Then we heard a female voice, “UHHH FORTY-SEVEN!!!” half shouted half moaned from the popup. As we reached the pop up we heard another female voice ask “Who died first, Romeo or Juliet?” to which the first voice we could hear groaning slightly the whole time, get louder “Ahhh, Romeo! OOOHHHHH!” This is when we came around the edge of the wall of the pop up to see a very curvaceous blonde woman straddling what looked like half cylinder covered in padding. She had on a bikini and her hair was pulled back in a braid. She was clutching with white knuckles two handles on the front of the cylinder that had a distinct hum coming from it as she panted and groaned as she gyrated her hips slightly on the cylinder. The cylinder contraption was on a platform about four feet square a few inches off the ground that was also thickly padded. From the back of the cylinder were some thick cables that snaked across the ground to a metal box that sat on the armrest of a chair where an imposing woman sat directly in front of the woman on the cylinder. The woman in the chair was dressed in a black knit cover-up, sandals, and her hair was layers of pastel colors was held back by a black headband. 

On the other armrest of the lawn chair was a box of cards which she had just drawn one from and read from it. “What locations are more commonly known as the seven wonders of the world?”

The blonde on the cylinder looked at the women on the chair with gritted teeth as sweat dripped down the side of her face, then she said “The Colossus, Giza Pyramid, aaahhh, Statue of Zeus, OOOHHH, and, AAHHH, FUCK, OH OH OH” she started shaking and fell forward to rest on her clenched fists as she continued to moan. “FUCK, I DON’T KNOW!!! AAAAHHHHH” and she had what must have been a very powerful orgasm. The women in the chair pressed something on the control box and the hum ceased, and male from the crowd came forward to help her to another chair off to the side. Some of the other in the audience offered congratulations to her. Taking a better look around, I noticed that quite a few of the women around the group still looked very flushed and had that after orgasm glow about them. 

“Anyone else up for Dolly’s challenge?” asked Dolly from her chair in a deep alto that held a hint of that challenge in her tone. “You?” she looked directly at my prey who looked at me with a heart-melting look of pleading. 

“What is the challenge?” I asked

“If she can answer twenty random trivia questions while riding my little toy here, she can keep it. However, after every correct answer, the vibrations will increase in intensity and pattern and the questions get harder. If she lifts herself off the toy, her hands touch the ground, she gives a wrong answer or does not answer within 10 seconds, she loses. So far, no one in 3 years has been able to do it, but for some reason, no one seems to mind.” The last said with a wave of her hand indicating the blonde that just got off, and others in the crowd. 

If nothing else, I thought, this will be one hell of a show. I unclipped the leash and said “As you wish,” to my prey and stepped back to an empty chair. While all this was going on, someone else had wiped down the toy, and my prey walked over to the cylinder and looked back to me before settling down to straddle the cylinder. 

“One last thing,” Dolly said to me. “No helping. If you say anything to help she loses,” then to my prey, “Whenever you’re ready.” With a nod of my preys head, Dolly turned the knob on the control box, and while don’t know exactly what I was expecting, I didn’t hear anything but I did see a little smile played across my preys lips. Dolly pulled the first card from the box and read “How many sides does a stop sign have?”

“Eight,” my prey said and Dolly twisted one of the knobs a little. As it turned out the first ten questions we rather easy and sure enough, with each correct answer Dolly turned one of the knobs one click and each time we all watched my prey shift, moan, or respond in some way to the sensations she was feeling between her thighs.  My prey had adopted a rhythmic gyration upon the cylinder as the intensity kept increasing. Around the tenth question is when I could start to actually hear the hum of the toy. 

“The beaver is the national emblem of what country?” Dolly asks.

“Ohhh, Canada, mmmmm AHHHHH” the last said as Dolly clicked one knob up another notch. My prey was visibly squirming and I could see sweat starting to collect on her shoulders, her eyes are closed as she is simply enjoying the sensations.

“According to Greek mythology, what was the name of the first woman?” Dolly asks.

“Gnnn, Paaaandoraaaaa,” my prey moans out, and the hums went up another pitch as Dolly twisted another knob. My prey was visibly panting a little as her breath was getting shorter and shorter.

“Who wrote Silence of the Lambs?” Dolly asked.

“Huh huh huh, Thomas huh huh Harris,” my prey answered followed by “oh fuck, oh fuck” as thighs muscles became extremely defined as they tensed up, followed by her abdomen and her chest. She had stopped panting or moving at all. 

“During the 1996 Olympic games what did the Canadian swim team members swear to give up during the games?” Dolly asked the next question.

Through gritted teeth, my prey answers “Sex,” and as the hum of the machine climbs in pitch, I hear a deep-chested guttural groan coming from my prey as well. 

“What is another word for lexicon?” Her teeth still clenched, my prey said something but I could not make it out and neither could Dolly for she asked: “What did you say?”

“Dictionary!” shouted my prey. Dolly clicked another knob up a notch, my preys body started to tremble, first in her legs, then her hips, then her abdomen, and when the trembling reached her chest her breast started to sway so seductively as her head fell back and she let out a long moan mixed as she rode the vibrating cylinder. Watching her orgasm without my own distraction had my cock, which I had not realized was granite hard, to twitch within my shorts. I watched as the trembling became waves of convulsions through her. 

“What color is absynthe?” Dolly asked. My prey was still writhing in orgasm, and Dolly has to ask the question again.

“Green, green, GREEN,” my prey answered over and as the next increase in the toy hit her and my preys eyes shot open as she screamed the last part and fell forward onto the ground her red ponytail swinging up and slashing crimson hair on the grass, she slumped onto her side and she brought her legs up to her chest as her body still twitched, she breathing was shallow and short. I moved to her quickly and pulled her close to me as tears streamed sideways as her whole body shuddered in my arms. The hum from the toy stopped, and she started laughing in my arms, as the last parts of her earth-shattering orgasms left her.

“Well, she did very well,” said dolly looking at us. “God I love this thing…”

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