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Subject: {ASSM} Alicia's mountain home - pt. 1 (caution F solo FF best eel)
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Alicia's Mountain home - Part 1

   Alicia woke up at around 7 AM that Friday.  The house was empty.  Her
two oldest daughters, Jennifer, age 22, and Simone, age 19, spent the
weekend hunting a five-hour hike away, in a cabin that officially belonged
to her ex-husband, their father.  She wasn't expecting them to return
before Sunday, hopefully with some fresh and tasty meat.  Her third
daughter, Sue, age 17, had more or less left the household.  She was living
with her boyfriend down in the valley most of the time.  The youngest of
the bunch, 15-year old Rose, was coming home for the summer holiday
tonight. Oh, how Alicia longed to take her in her arms and give her a warm
motherly hug.  Rose was a wildcat, but a beautiful one, and likely the only
one in the family to ever make it "big" in society.  After the summer, she
was due to go to college.  The thought of mean and tough tomboy Rose, who
used to beat up boys her own age, and some even older, and bring home dead
rabbits and birds she had shot or trapped herself, before she had even
grown breasts, finishing law school a couple of more years down the line,
brought tears to her eyes.

   At age forty-two, Alicia had been married and divorced twice, raised
four wonderful and strong-willed girls.  There hadn't been a man in this
household for the last three years and she was in no hurry to change that.
The only times she missed having a man around was when she was getting
horny, like most every morning.  She brushed the blanket aside and admired
her own naked body.  Those full, majestic breasts had satisfied many a
hungry mouth, both infants and adults.  She stroke the thick bush of black
hair between her legs.  The few men she had known had all worshiped her
breasts.  She assumed their size was somewhere between "big" and "huge" on
a scale.  Most breasts of that size tended to sag, but hers were still very
shapely, despite having fed her four hungry daughters.  They were still
very sensitive to caress.  She could lay around in bed, playing with them
for a long while, sometimes for half an hour or so, like a teenager
exploring her ever-changing body.  After a while, when her blood was
reaching the boiling point, she let her right hand loose on her thick,
foaming labia and treated herself to a long, mind-blowing orgasm, just like
she did this morning.  She focused her sight on a framed photograph on the
wall beyond the foot of the bed, an old hunting memory, taken five or six
years ago, with herself standing beside her best friend Barbara.  They were
both wearing camouflage uniforms and both smiling triumphantly.  At their
feet a huge, five hundred-or-so pound heavy bear.  Barbara had been given
the honor to shoot it, but after five hasty and clumsy shots, three misses
and two dirty hits, Alicia had raised her rifle and finished the beast off
with two shots through the head.  A third hunting companion, Jennifer, then
only sixteen or seventeen years old, had taken the picture.  With her eyes
on the dead bear and her forefinger putting more and more pressure on her
almost painfully erect clit, she meditated on the fact that the same
trigger-finger that had shot and killed hundreds of animals in the woods,
had also been serving her thousands of lovely orgasms, in this bed or
elsewhere.  When she went over the edge, she fantasized about laying there
naked on the still warm furry body and masturbating herself silly.  While
she was still in the aftermath of the big thrill, the phone rang.  She
sighed and picked it up with her left hand.  The right hand was still busy
with some lightly tickling after-play, to squeeze the last ounce of
pleasure out of her exhausted body.  "Yeah?" It was her friend Barbara:
"Al...  You won't believe this...  That bastard's left me.  Just walked out
on me like that.  Some young slut at work he said.  I don't know what I'll
do if I ever..." Her voice broke down.  She burst into tears.  "Barb,
listen to me!  Just pack a few things you might need and get your ass up
here!  Can you do that, or do you want me to come over?" "No...  No...  I
really need to get away from this hellhole." "You're not going to do
anything stupid, are you?" A moment of silence.  Then: "No.  I guess I
didn't really love him anyway.  Good in bed, but that was just about it. 
Stupid and ate like a fucking pig.  Hey, screw him!  Good riddance!  I go
dig up my good old vibrator.  it's hidden in the closet somewhere.  At
least that won't cheat on me or run away with some young slut with perfect
titties." They talked for about twenty more minutes and decided that
Barbara should do some shopping for food along the way and be there in two
or three hours.

   # # #

   Alicia, poured her friend Barbara a glass of first-rate moonshine. 
After an hour of self-pitying and male-bashing in general, she had run out
of tears and gave her friend a crooked smile as she sipped the strong brew:
"If it hadn't been for you..." "Well...  that's what friends are for." "I
didn't really love him you know." "You really deserve someone better than
him.  I mean that!" "I guess you're right, but he was a great lay.  He
really was a good fuck!  Big cock, strong hands...  selfish, stupid,
filthy, stinking breath..." "Hey, you can't blame him.  He's just a man. 
Cheers!" "Cheers!  Hell, I wish I was a lesbian!  That sure would exclude a
whole lotta trouble.  And women just HAS to be better at eatin' pussy!"
"Are you coming on to me," Alicia asked.  "I just might.  Watch yourself!"
"They say I'm a great kisser," teased Alicia.  "We'll see about that.  Come
here, Sugar!" They leaned forwards and kissed with parted lips.  Barbara
inserted her tongue deep into Alicia's mouth, half expecting her friend to
break the embrace when she stepped over the line, but she didn't.  Instead,
she responded by gently sucking on her tongue.  A few moments later, when
Barbara started getting a bit too horny for comfort, she broke the kiss. 
"They're right.  You are a great kisser!" "Told you so!" But I'm curious.
What do you do when you simply have to have some?  Alicia kissed her
forefinger:

   "I've got me a woman's best friend." Then she got up and asked: "Fried
eel for lunch, OK?" "Sounds good." Alicia put on her boots and left the
house.  Barbara realized she was getting drunk, but she couldn't understand
why the hell her friend went outside to get some eel, instead of just
opening the fridge or freezer door.  She lit a cigarrett and forgot about
the whole thing.  Barbara was fortunate to have such a good and reliable
friend.  Always there to pick her up when she fell, always offering her a
bed to sleep in when she couldn't stand being on her own, and always a pair
of arms to hold her when she needed it the most.  The alcohol had
temporarily wiped her troubles away.  She started feeling that sweet
tingling buzz in her belly and below.  While cursing herself for being so
horny all the time, her free hand started stroking her naked thigh under
the table.  She hastily removed her panties and hoped Alicia wouldn't
return within the next couple of minutes, from wherever she had gone.  She
kept the foreplay brief and went to work with experienced fingers on her
sweet, moist pussy.  Just when she was about to cum, the door suddenly
opened.  She quickly stuffed her used panties that she had tossed into the
fruit basket, into the small side-pocket of her skirt and tried to calm
down.  When Alicia appeared in the kitchen, she held a big black bucket in
her hand.  So she had gone eel-fishing?!  "I went and emptied the hoop net.
Here's lunch!" She put the bucket down in front of the kitchen sink. 
Barbara curiously inspected the catch.  "Pew!  We're not gonna eat all
those, are we?" "A couple now and the rest for later." "Wow!  How many are
there?" "I counted nine.  You wanna help me out?" "Sure thing!  With what?"
"Well, for starters, we're gonna have to kill them, unless you wanna eat
live eel." "Yuckie!  No thanks.  OK...  How are we gonna kill them?" "Put
on that glove." Alicia pointed at a left hand glove, the kind you normally
used when gardening.  Barbara did, and Alicia handed her a knife.  "Now,
reach down and grab one of them.  Gotta be very firm.  No hesitation.  Just
go ahead and do it!" Barbara squatted beside the bucket.  The scent of her
pussy mixed with the foul smell from those squirming creatures.  She looked
at her friend and wondered: "OK...  I get it on the cutting board...  and
then I just cut its head off?  Is it as simple as it sounds?  It isn't,
huh?" "Go ahead and find out!  But you gotta use some power when you cut,
`cause they're really tough to cut through, and they put up one hell of a
struggle.  wouldn't you?" Barbara laughed and nodded her head.  "OK.  Let's
get down to business.  Sorry, li'l fellas.  I'm hungry!" She tried to
figure out which one of them to grab first.  After a moment of hesitation,
she singled out one of the bigger ones, reached down with a speed that
surprised her friend.  She came up with a slimy one that felt like a two
foot long thrashing muscle in her clenched fist.  She had never touched
anything so powerful and lively before, and she had done her fair share of
fishing in her youth.  She did her best to hold it down on the cutting
board.  "Shit!  Am I glad I'm wearing a glove!" "Just imagine that it's
Billy-Bob or Dick or whatever his name was, and it's gonna be a lot easier.
A lot more fun too!" "His name is...  his name was James!" "I know.  Just
teasing." The eel kept struggling to break free, but Barbara held it in a
relentless stranglehold.  When she started cutting, the eel exploded in a
series of twitching, spastic movements.  Alicia noticed a grim
determination on her friend's face as she went on with her cruel task.  It
took her thirty or forty seconds to cut all the way through.  Barbara
sighed in relief: "Cheezus!  That was a tough little fucker!" "I know.  But
you did great!  Just great!" "I think I might've got the hang of it." She
picked another eel, slightly smaller this time.  The decapitated one was
still flopping around in the sink, seemingly unaware of that it was already
dead.  Her cutting seemed more purposeful this time.  She finished her work
in less than twenty seconds and tossed the headless eel into the sink to
join the other.  She was getting all worked up.  There was something
strangely exciting about this.  Unknowingly, she was so focused on the
third eel before her, she had moved her hips forward until her warm cunt
made contact with the large knob on the upper drawer through her skirt.  As
she started cutting, she couldn't help but observing: "Jee!  These things
look like big, fat cocks!  Slimy and all." "Don't I know it," Alicia said
laughing.  "I mean, if you don't have dildo or...  a sausage in the house,
and you need it real bad...  Voila!  Here's your instant lover!  You fuck
him, then you kill him and then you eat him!  Now ain't that the perfect
lover?  Don't know a thing about infidelity...  or loosing the rent money
in a card game.  Lovely!" The head came off.  Barbara faced her friend. 
"So how am I doin' for a first-time eel-killer?" "You're doin' just fine...
for a horny first-timer." "You know," Barbara said with slight hesitation,
"I've heard of women actually doin' it.  You know...  stuffing `em up their
pussies.  Live ones." "They got teeth, you know.  They're predators, eats
lots of small fish and frogs and stuff." "OK!  Forget I opened my dirty
mouth." "But haven't you ever wanted to do something when your man just
won't shut up?" "Yeah!  I'd like to sew his bloody mouth shut for good!"
"Well...  I've got the needle and the thread to do it." "Wait!  You're not
making fun of me, are you, because if you are..." "Hey, when did I ever
made fun of you?" "Mmm...  I know.  Al, I'm so fucking horny I can't think
straight.  Don't fuck with my head!" "I'm not!  Do you want me to go get my
sewing kit?  Do you?" "Yes!  Do it!  Go ahead and get it!"

   Alicia found her eel needle and the thickest and strongest thread in the
house and returned to the kitchen.  Barbara was standing nest to the dining
table, completely naked except for the glove on her left hand.  Alicia
could smell her aroused scent through the smell of dead eels.  She sure was
a good-looking woman.  Her stunning looks made it hard for Alicia to
concentrate on the grisly work at hand.  Even though she was completely
happy and secure about her bi-sexuality, she was reluctant to become too
intimate with her best friend.  A nice kiss and a hug while they were both
in the nude was one thing, making love was something completely different.
She was afraid it might do some damage to their friendship, and she didn't
want that to happen.  There was no doubt about it though, as she kept
stealing glances of her naked friend's body through the corner of her eye,
she wouldn't mind having that gorgeous ass wrapped around her face. 
Despite slightly unsteady hands she managed to fit the thread through the
needle's eye.  "C'mon over here!  I'm gonna need both your hands." Barbara
did what she was told and caught a nice, fat eel and laid it on the cutting
board.  Alicia had to use force to get the needle through the eels thick
skin and then through its clamped lips.  A spooky, high-pitched scream, or
rather squeal, could be heard from the trapped eel.  She pursued the bloody
act without any remorse.  Barbara however, appeared a bit cautious, if not
guilty, as she held on to the squirming creature.  Alicia finished her
task. It was competently performed.  There was some bloodshed of course, as
the eel fought for its life.  They both inspected the stitching job and
agreed to continue.  Barbara handed over the glove and lay down on her back
on the dirty rug on the floor.  She spread her legs and revealed a
breathtakingly beautiful pussy.  The meat of her labia had a fascinating
dark purple color.  She was real swollen and ready to go.  Her juices
overflowed her.  She was an amazing sight.  Alicia knelt between her legs
and held the slimy eel tight.  She moved closer and stroke its twitching
head on both sides of her friend's cunt, just beside the thick, hairy
triangle.  Barbara moaned and started squeezing her own mature breasts. 
Alicia positioned the naturally lubricated creature so that it faced the
mouth of Barbara's labia.  She forced the eel to reluctantly kiss her
friend's blood filled pussy lips for a while, before she began inserting it
with steady hands.  Barbara was panting and whispering words that didn't
make much sense during the teasing foreplay, but as soon as she felt its
massive, desperately fighting body penetrating her, the words coming out of
her mouth became more familiar: "That's it!  Shove `im all the way in! 
Fuck me real good!  Fill my li'l pussy all the way down!" Alicia thought
that she sounded like some cheap street-hooker, but kept it to herself. 
She had to stay focused all the time, not to let the eel out of her grip.
When she had managed to stuff a third of the three foot eel into her
friend's cunt, she just held on to it and let Barbara do the work.  With
slowly swaying hips, she tried to find a rhythm to match the eel's wild
humping jerks.  It was obvious to Alicia that it was constantly hitting her
magic spot frequently.  She kept ranting and began moving her hips faster.
She was orgasming all over the poor eel, but was still far from satisfied.
Then, all of a sudden, she jumped to her feet and ordered Alicia to lay
down and hold the eel's head upwards.  "I'm gonna fuck the living daylights
out of this little fuck-toy!" She straddled the eel and used both her hands
to get his jerking head inside her pussy.  She sank down until she was full
of its spasming body.  Then she raised her abdomen till only a few inches
of it remained inside her.  She soon find her rhythm and began fucking it
faster and faster.  Wild orgasmic waves ran through her forceful body every
time the eel's head hit her G-spot during its struggle to break free. 
Alicia was amazed watching her friend fuck the eel.  Her own hands were all
covered with eel blood and Barb's juices.  Barbara kept fucking it
resolutely for at least ten more minutes, before she reached her final
climax.

   After a minute or more of almost total silence, she got to her feet,
grabbed the still lively eel and walked over to the kitchen sink.  She
killed it without uttering a word.  Alicia hugged her from behind and
kissed the back of her neck: "I think it's my turn now."

   # # #

   Far from home, her daughter Rose and her friend Liz hurried across Main
Street.  Last day of school was over.  Summer vacation lay ahead of them.
They reached the ice cream parlor, ordered a Banana Split each and sat down
at a table by the panorama window.  Beyond it lay thick forest and the foot
of the mountain.  "This place is the last outpost of civilization as we
know it," Liz decided.  Rose agreed with a mouthful of ice cream: "You're
right!  Up above, nothin' but wilderness, fresh air and demented
hillbillies!" "And you're one of them," Liz said with a smile.  "Yup, I
sure is...  an' darned proud of it too," Rose continued and crossed her
eyes.  "Stop it!  You look like a total retard when you do that!" "Uhu. 
That's what seven generations of inbreeding does to a poor li'l mountain
gal.  Maybe if ma' ma an' pa ha'nt been siblins, things just might a'
turn'd out diff'rent.  Ah might've ended up a purdy li'l missus just like
yerself, Mam." Liz shook her head and laughed: "You're sure "purdy" enough,
but sometimes I wonder if "yer" mind is safe and sound." "You can take a
hillbilly gal out of the mountains, but you can't take the mountains out of
a hillbilly gal, no matter where you put her." Rose burped and finished
what was left on her plate.  The two teenagers watched each other in
silence for a while.  They really were an odd couple.  Liz, the
well-mannered city girl, daughter of a surgeon father and journalist
mother. Beautiful and intelligent, curly blond hair, slender and
well-proportioned body.  She was considered by many to be the prettiest
girl in school, definitely destined to marry rich and, if she choose, to
pursue a successful career of her own.  On the opposite side of the table
sat Rose and made fun of the towns-people prejudice of her kind.  Some of
the kids at school called her Gypsy Rose, because an old rumor that claimed
that her estranged father was a traveling gypsy thief.  Her waist-long
raven-black hair and wild, untamed personality added to the picture.  Some
classmates called her Cher due to her striking resemblance to the famous
singer, or at least how she might have looked in her mid-teens.  Wicked
tongues called her big-nose, but no matter how you looked at her, she was
exceptionally good-looking.  The boys had learned to keep their mouths
shut. Getting beat up by a girl for calling her "mountain trash" or her
best friend "Liz the lez" had taught some of the toughest boys in school
the true meaning of the phrase Girl Power.  Several weeks of harassment and
verbal abuse had ended last fall, when Rose had attacked three of the worst
bullies a few blocks from school one late afternoon after class.  She had
landed a dynamite right to the jaw of their self-proclaimed leader before
they had even understood what was happening.  As he fell to the ground she
had kicked his fat friend in the face and followed up with a sinister knee
to the groin.  The remaining creep had been so terrified he started begging
her not to beat him up.  She had ordered him to get down on his knees and
address her "Dear Miss".  With his two tough friends crawling around in the
dirt, bleeding and spitting out teeth, he had finally saved himself from
the punishment by kissing her shoes.  As he did so, with tears running down
his cheek, Rose and Liz both knew they would never be bothered by this
bunch again.  As it turned out, nobody in school seemed to want to bother
them again when word spread of this incident.  Nobody reported anything,
and everybody involved knew that the power balance had forever changed. 
Liz had watched the fight with mixed emotions.  When they waited in the
dark, she had been scared stiff, afraid Rose might get seriously wounded.
But when she knocked Stephen out with one big punch and the karate-kicked
Bill in the face, she started sensing another kind of excitement.  And when
Rose made Anthony crawl in the dirt and beg for mercy she practically
creamed her panties.  It was totally surreal.  A girl simply didn't beat up
three roughnecks.  It didn't happen.  But Rose had made it happen.

   In the Ice cream parlor's Ladies room, less than thirty minutes before
the departure of Rose's bus, they took turn peeing in the sane booth, while
laying out plans for the summer vacation: "Are you sure your folks won't
mind," asked Liz.  "Ma won't mind.  She'll love to meet you again.  And my
sisters...  they're hardly ever home anyway, they won't notice.  Besides...
I'm sure they'll love you too.  Everybody does.  And this time, I'm gonna
teach you to shoot a rifle.  If you behave, I might take you a-huntin'"
"Really?" The idea of holding a huge loaded gun in her hands intrigued Liz.

   # # #

   End of part one.  Want more?  Let me know.

   Pippi

   huntresspippi@yahoo.com
   

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