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You've all heard the story where I single-handedly killed a jaguar.
But you haven't heard what really happened.
Yes, I killed a jaguar by sticking my knife into it's ear and straight on into it's brain. But I was lucky, it hadn't landed properly after it leapt on me. A loose rock under it's paw, or something, anyway, the split-second before it regained it's balance was all the time I needed to get my knife out, and that was it, for her.
It was a big animal, maybe 200 pounds, and it was an effort to throw it off so I could stand.
I had barely gout out from under it, when it's mate appeared.
Just as in the fiction, I scrambled away, and got my back against a small rock face. I'd dropped both my bow and my knife.
Great, I was thinking, How're you going to get out of this, then, dearie.
I just sat and stared, hoping it would be over quick. It came slowly towards me, ignoring the corpse of its mate, and came up to me.
It just stared at me.
Then it came right up to me, and I closed my eyes.
But instead of the expected death bite, it sniffed me.
It nudged my shoulder, rubbed it's nose against my skin.
I opened my eyes. A big wet tongue licked my tit, once, twice. Then the animal licked my nipples, first the one, then the other. It was bloody painful, I can tell you, even though I think it was being careful. I think. (A big cat's tongue can tear meat off a bone.)
Then the tongue was licking my belly, moving ever lower.
It nudged my knees apart, and went in for the kill.
That tongue rasped against my cunt, and it was all I could do to not scream. And it kept licking, then it was like it was supping milk from a saucer, those quick slurps that cats do. I pressed my knees against the sides of it's head, the fur surprisingly soft, and suddenly, with no conscious thought on my part, I spread my legs wide, to allow that big pussy easy access to my pussy. Ha! If you gotta go, this way is as good as any.
It's eyes were staring up at me, unblinking, as it supped. Yes, I came, fear making the orgasm strong.
When it had had enough, the animal lifted it's head. I looked down, expecting to see blood and ruin, but to my great relief, great relief, my cunt was just a bit on the red side.
The animal came in again and returned to licking my tits. It didn't hurt so much, now. Maybe they were numb, I don't know.
The animal stepped back, and we looked each other in the eye. I think we each recognised the predator in us both. I hoped it would just leave.
But it seemed the animal had it's own agenda. It began to paw me, all on one side, pulling me away from the wall. I did as I was told, after which it began pushing me down to the floor.
Oh oh.
After a bit of to and froing, I realised it wanted me face down. Who was I to argue with a full-grown male jaguar?
I obliged him, and he went straight for my arse. Of course.
I spread my legs for him, and let him have my arse. Great long strokes from that powerful tongue. I lifted up my butt to give him better access. He was pushing his tongue in, now, and I was on my hands and knees, pushing back. I felt the tip enter, and I pushed back harder, and felt an inch, two inches, three, even, four inches of his tongue inside me. In and out, in and out, and I was out of it.
I took charge. I don't know how, but I did. His tongue eased out of my arse and I turned around to face him. He started to paw at me, and I grabbed his paw (would you believe it? I know I wouldn't if someone was telling me this story.)
Anyways, I held his head, lay, well, slipped, onto my back and aimed his open maw at my cunt. He got the idea, and got stuck in, licking with great gusto. So there I was, receiving cunniligus from a male jaguar.
I was trying to think (hard!) of a way to get him to fuck me with that tongue, when he realised his tongue would fit my cunt just as snugly as it had fit my arse.
I tell you, he was in danger of spoiling me for other men! That tongue, big, fat, strong, and so rough!
I came, and I came. And I came.
Eventually, he was satiated. With a last lick of my nipples, and head bump, it turned away, picked up it's mate by the scruff of it's neck, and disappeared into the jungle.
If it wasn't for the soreness in my cunt and arse, and the red streaks over my nipples, I'd have said I dreamed it all.
I picked my self up, looked around, could see a plume of smoke. Maybe I'll find Jonah.
I found Jonah.
When I saw him I just rushed into his arms. After a big, big hug, he held me at arms length and looked me over. My body was streaked in red, my nipples especially. My cunt and arse were the colour of tomatoes.
"What the hell happened to you?"
What, indeed.
