Deer Season

By JM Ross

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Sharon joined four other women on an adventure into the north country.
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While their husbands were deep in the woods chasing Bambi, the women also went north but, not to hunt deer.
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It started out as an adventure and quickly morphed into a marathon to fatten me.
"As my body began to grow, I didn’t know what to do,” Sharon said, “Even my thoughts felt controlled .”
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“It became my destiny to grow big,” she said, “and my new friends made this happen.”
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“The point being, is that for the ten or twelve days that we're gone, the hair comes down and anything goes,” someone said, “We eat like pigs, drink like fish and come back sore down below.”
“I don't fuck,” the lady named Margaret said flatly, “leastwise, not men. Henry and I have an agreement.”
“Henry's her husband,” Anna said, “A bit of a prude.”
“He is not,” retorted Margaret, “We just agreed not to bring any nasty bugs or new babies home that weren't already ours.”
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On my way to bed, the girls insisted that I down four 'Dom' pills and drink three bottles of Boost. I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to allow myself to be 'pumped up' like this. And yet, I felt good with the one exception of turning in bed. My growing middle seemed to be developing a mind of its' own.
I woke the next day to a new tenderness in my chest. Something was changing in my breasts and they were definitely complaining.
Half awake, I stumbled to the bathroom for a quiet pee only to find I had to wait my turn. (Not easy for someone who's been fed as much as I was.) As I stood there waiting for Anna to relinquish that most important seat in the house, I stepped onto the scale only to have another rude awakening.
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I woke as someone laid a pillow across me and began to nurse from me. I couldn't remember much from last night accept that Maggy had said that I was beginning to flow. (Whatever that meant.)
But this morning, I felt warm and cuddly and content.
However, these were different lips and then I detected a faint whiff of Anna's perfume. Again, my breasts felt large and heavy.
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And then, my eyes stopped on the lifeguards. There was a beautiful girl with boobs so perky you just knew they'd been enhanced. And the two men... Oh, shit! They were so damn hot... From their hard bulging muscles to their perfect physic to their ample equipment down below. (I hope you know what I mean.)
Each wore a sash saying 'Guard' and each carried a flotation buoy and nothing else.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ross Publishing
• Release date: Jan 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463437001

JM Ross

I love it when my protagonist finds her body contending with an intimate partner or a force that will change her forever. What is she thinking as she looses control of her sexual desires or her body or both? Did she want this to happen? Has it gone too far? Does she like it? How will it end? Will it end? The line between fantasy and reality is sometimes so very, very thin and I adore stepping into fantasy and staying there as long as I can. Love JM PS... If you'd like to see what's coming, click on favorites and Smashwords will keep you updated.

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Deer Season

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by JM Ross

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Deer Season

by JM Ross

Prolog:

In October, I had lunch with a group of women; the wives of my husband's coworkers from his new job.

We were thinking of inviting you to join us at our little deer camp. Actually, we call I Doe camp. said one, But before you even consider coming, you need to know we get pretty raucous.

Outrageous, added another.

Not for the timid, sneered another.

A few years back, someone said, We realized that the boys were going up north to play and here we sat, dutiful, bored housewives. Now, we have our time too.

And they better not judge us if they want to continue with their stupid safaris into the north woods, one said sarcastically.

The point being, is that for the ten or twelve days that we're gone, the hair comes down and anything goes, someone said, We eat like pigs, drink like fish and come back sore down below.

I don't fuck, the lady named Margaret said flatly, leastwise, not men. Henry and I have an agreement.

Henry's her husband, Anna said, A bit of a prude.

He is not, retorted Margaret, We just agreed not to bring any nasty bugs or new babies home that weren't already ours.

I felt my head nodding in agreement.

Once a year, someone started, we go crazy. We blow off all our steam. But, it's all in good fun. So, if you think you have some wildness in you that needs to be let out...

You know?...

Vent off a little steam?...

Then, you're invited to join us at our deer camp... Ah... I mean doe camp.

But expect to come back worn out, hung over and overweight, another added.

I nodded.

Then you're coming? she asked gleefully.

I shrugged and again, nodded.

After hesitating for several long seconds, she said, Well, that's just terrific. I guess I can tell you that we were really hoping you'd come. New blood and all that. The girls were already planning your initiation.

Hmmm? I asked as I started to have second thoughts.

Oh, don't worry, said Margaret, It's all good fun. You'll like the new you.

As the conversation continued, I definitely began have second thoughts.

A few hours later...

Yes, Mrs. Braun, said Margaret, She's coming and I understand how important this is to you and the Mister. I'll do my best.

She hung up the phone.

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Chapter 1

Jack and I found our dream home nine months ago. The painting was now finished and we were slowly starting to accumulate furniture that would survive future children and turn our little house into the perfect home.

I didn't even mind when some of his new coworkers invited him to join them in their deer camp. Although I couldn’t imagine going into the woods to shoot Bambi, I could understand the need for acceptance by his peers from work. And so, we dug into savings to outfit Jack with boots and blaze orange and a gun and everything else that my great northern hunter would need.

I was actually proud of my man.

I was beginning to look forward to those twelve or thirteen days of peace while hoping he wouldn't come back with one of those big hairy things that I'd have to cut up and put in the freezer. All the same, I made with smiles and tried to help my handsome love prepare for his grand event.

From those narrow hips to his powerful arms to those delicious lips, my Adonis continually sent chills through me. Our marriage couldn't have been sexier or happier.

And so, when Margaret Astor (another hunting widow) called to invite me to meet some of the other wives to discuss their own deer season retreat, I jumped at it.

My reaction surprised even me. Me, the devoted wife and, I hope, future mother. Yet, with all that said, the idea of communing with some of my sex while the men were out walking through the woods stalking poor innocent Bambi... Well... It appealed to another side of me. I had visions of sorority sisters partying and ogling men in a strip club or getting drunk in a singles bar and trying to see if we still had it.

It...

You know.....?

'It'...

Yes… That… 'It.'

Before Jack, I'd had a lot of 'It.' I'd worked, as a model through college and it is fair to say that I paid my way through school with my body.

No... I'm not saying 'on my back', I'm saying by posing for the camera... High fashion... swimming suits... That sort of thing. That isn't to say, I didn't like men. Quite the contrary, I did and occasionally, I found myself on my back or on top with an interesting handsome man, often a model.

But those days are now in the past. Jack is my chosen man. There will not be another. And at this point, I was hoping we could start a family soon.

Coming back to our current adventure, I was secretly hoping that we'd hit at least one strip joint on lady's night. I do subscribe to the notion that it's okay to window shop. However, I'm happily married now. There would be no sampling the merchandise. (Meaning, men.)

Thursday...

No sooner had I put my lovely husband in the car for his grand adventure, than I was frantically finishing my own packing.

Later, I found myself squeezed into a car with four other women, going north to our own cabin and all talking at once and filled with excitement for our own big escapade.

Try this. Anna said and handed me a small flask.

What is it? I asked taking the flask.

It's a Wild Turkey mixture. Try it you'll like it.

I took a tiny sip and the sweetness of something exploded in my mouth and then warmed me all the way down.

It's blended with honey. You like?

I nodded and took a large sip.

Wow! I muttered and fanned myself.

But it was terrific. I watched the flask move around the car from person to person until it was empty.

I opened my coat as the heat from the Wild Turkey spread through me as I said, Goodness. All of a sudden, it's getting close in here.

Tell me about it, muttered Jamie, It'll be a lot closer on the way home.

Two of the other girls began to snicker. I didn't understand.

At the rest stop, I saw Anna refilling the flask and as soon as we were rolling again, the flask began to make more rounds.

Another pee stop and another filling and two hours later, we pulled up to the cabin. But when I stepped out of the car, it hit me. I hadn't been this dizzy since one insane night at my sorority.

Maggy took my arm and guided me toward the cabin as she said, We'll throw our stuff on the beds and then get ready for the ceremony. Gotta get things started.

Before we'd barely begun to open our bags, Jamie had come through laying a long sheer gown on each of our beds and had gone outside to lite a fire. I followed my roommate’ example, stripped naked and slipped into my gown. Although it came down to my ankles, there was nothing to it. I could see through it. There was nothing left to the imagination of myself or anyone else for that matter. Covered only in the gowns, I followed my roommates barefoot out to a now, roaring blaze. Strange music began to play and my new friends started to dance around the fire. It was a kind of virginal rights thing similar to what you might see in movies. I watched this for a minute and then joined in. I leapt into the air, remembering my old (very old) ballet training. It was fun.

I felt the cold night air slipping under my gown and against my bare body and between my legs and the intense heat of the fire warming one side of me or the other and the cold earth under my feet. I became lost in the chant of the music as it grew inside my head. A powerful lust began rise within me. Shit! If my Jack had been there at that moment, I think I would have raped him. Right there... On the spot... With God and everybody watching. I wanted to touch myself and do something naughty or grab my best vibrator and do 'you-know-what.' But shit! I never thought about bringing my toy.

Suddenly, the music stopped and everybody turned to face Evelyn who was now standing on a stump. Her gown draped down over it giving her the appearance of an eight foot goddess.

For this week, I am Elvira, goddess of lust and intimacy, she said, making eye contact with each of us.

Lust and intimacy? I thought. I wanted to snicker but clamped my lips shut and maintained my composure.

Once more, she shouted, "The sisters of the earth gather to celibate the end of rut and the beginning of the time of the mother. As our utters begin to swell and our bellies grow with new life, the