Chapter 1
The light was shining in on her face, just a trace of light through the flap of the tent. Cheryl had never been able to sleep once the light of day burst onto her face, which was why she'd always wear a face mask, as well as keeping her shades down and curtains folded. That always made things dark, no matter what time of day.
As she felt the sun, she rolled over, silently cursing under her breath.
"Who the fuck let the light in?" she moaned, and sat up.
She almost ripped her way out of the double sleeping bag, almost forgetting that she was in one. When she saw the open tent flap, and all the lush greenery outside, it all started to come back to her.
She had one more thought of sleep, as all beautiful women who think they need so many hours a day might do, but knew it was impossible. Perhaps, Cheryl reasoned, if I close the flap, it will block the light.
But she knew it wouldn't happen. Besides, once she was up, she was up
Cheryl looked over then to see what else was up, and she had to smile. Don was in the sleeping bag next to her, and she could tell that he, like always, was up this morning. She slid the zipper down on his side, then pushed the sleeping bag down a little bit and moved her hand to his cock shaft.
"Mmmmm," he started to moan, as he felt the hand.
Cheryl leaned over, her long blonde hair falling onto his face, on his nose and mouth mainly. It was something he could usually enjoy, but this morning, as he was still trying to sleep, he found it more annoying than anything else.
She started to slide her hand up and down his body, through the dark black fur on his chest, through the different feeling hair of his pubic patch, down his thighs and then lower down his legs, and back up to his balls.
She squeezed them playfully, and he was up now.
"Oh, baby, suck that dick into your mouth," he moaned, keeping his eyes closed.
"No, Don. You have to get up. We have to get up."
"It's up already, baby. Just do something to make it go down."
He felt her moving her nail to his cock head, and she started to dig the nail into the slit of his cock, playfully at first, then harder. She never did it hard enough to make him strike back, as she was playing.
When he opened his eyes to look at her, she was licking her lips. He thought she looked hot in the morning, without her make-up on. No, wicked was a better word. Her hair was tousled, and he could see her bare shoulders and breasts.
He slid his hand to one of her nipples, while she was still applying nail pressure to his cock slit, and as he plucked at her red dart, he started to squeeze it. He gave her a look, as if to let her know that if she went further, so would he.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside. Some kind of jungle bird that she'd never heard before. She turned her head quickly, her hair slapping him in the face, and looked outside, seeing nothing but the plush greenery still.
"We should get going," Cheryl said to him. "They said safaris start early."
"I know that, darling. But don't you think they'd come to wake us?"
"And what if they do?" she said. "I would be so embarrassed if they saw me doing you. Don, you know I'm not an exhibitionist."
He sat up and leaned over, then pulled the flap of the tent shut. There was a zipper on the inside, and as he did it, Cheryl saw that her intuition had been right. Even with the flap shut, there was too much light.
God, where was your sleep mask when you really need it?
With the zipper pulled closed, Don knew he had the advantage. As he had sat up, the sleeping bag flap had been pushed open more, and he moved his hand down his girl's soft white belly, through her luscious blonde patch.
His palm pressed against her soft blonde fur, while his fingers slid up and down her red' pussy lips. She started to spread her legs a bit, though she still seemed to protest when it came to talking.
"Don, I don't want to be late, darling. I don't want to miss it."
"Cheryl, we paid a thousand bucks to get down here and do this shit. They're not going to go off without us. Believe me."
And as he moved his lips to hers to kiss her, she decided to do it for him. After all, it could avoid another fight about this trip.
They had been going together now for a number of years, and it was Don's idea to go away on vacation together. It was his idea to rent a house somewhere on a beach where they could just be alone with the sun and surf. He had told her how much he would love to fuck her in the morning, then go out and lie on the beach, take lunch in their beach house, where they'd fuck again, then go get afternoon sun, and so on.
She'd sat there rubbing his hard-on, listening to his talking, but then she started to shake her head no, firmly.
"I've always wanted to go on an African safari," she said.
"Christ, Cheryl, I can't imagine anything more dull. There's no sun, Or if there is you really can't lay out in it and expose your whole body. If you do something like that, you'll get a tse-tse fly bite."
"There's no such thing," she'd said. "Besides, if we don't go, then you'll get a Cheryl Holland bite, right on your dick."
Jokingly, almost in the same way she had just done the thing with her nail to his cock slit, she had moved her mouth down around his cock head, and started to grind her teeth against the rim of the head. Then, she had closed her teeth a little bit more, until she was biting into him some.
Of course, she had not gone all the way. He started to shake his head, then started to tell her that they'd do it.
"I don't know why. I've fantasized about a beach number with you since the day that I met you, baby. But if you want to do a safari number, then I'll do it."
So, she felt that she owed him a hell of a lot now, in the tent. After all, he'd not only given up his fantasy for her, but he was paying for hers. And she did think he was one of the hottest men she'd ever met, though whenever he would start to talk marriage, she tried to change the subject.
Why fuck up a good relationship? That was the way she thought about it.
He kissed her and pushed her down flat on the ground, the sleeping bag under her. He rolled on top of her then, and she could feel him rubbing his cock between her legs. His strong hairy chest crushed her breasts, but she loved it.
Cheryl was thinking that the heat she felt from him was, this time, hotter than ever before. Her body was already sweating like crazy.
Then she knew it was because of the temperature here in Africa. It was so hot during the day, and the heat started to rise the moment that the sun did. Don was adding to that heat, because she knew the difference between just plain sweating, and sweating because of the building sexual fire.
Slowly, he started to slide his way up her body, still kissing her for as long as he could keep his lips pressed against hers.
Eventually, as his ass moved up toward her tits, he had to pull his mouth away and when Cheryl raised her head, his hard cock was right before her eyes. She loved his dick more than any she'd ever been with.
It was perfect looking, for one thing, and it was just the right size with her. She'd come across some that were too big to take in, others that were too little to make her feel anything once in, and then Don's.
The perfect size, for both fucking and sucking.
As she started to take the head between her lips, she flicked her tongue against the slit and licked away the first few drops of his pre-come. Then she started to slide her mouth down his cock shaft, aided, of course, by his hand and his manipulation of his own body.
For his hand held the back of her head, and he started to lift himself up so he could push his cock deeper into her mouth. Soon, his balls were pressing against her lower lip and chin, and she was inhaling the strong odor of his thick black pubic patch.
Don started to thrust in and out of her mouth, and Cheryl closed her eyes. She loved the way his dick tasted, loved it when he thrust this way. His cock head did penetrate her throat, but her desire for it was so great, there was no inconvenience.
He slid one hand behind his body, and started to rub her cunt lips again. She spread her legs even wider, lifting her knees a little bit, placing her feet flat on the sleeping bag beneath her. She started to thrust her pussy up and down against his deep probing fingers, and soon, the finger clit contact was just right.
As he felt her starting to throb, her pussy began to spasm, and he worked her clit even faster so that her juices flowed hard.
He could feel his own dick starting to throb in her mouth a little bit, and when he looked down and saw her light blue eyes staring up at him, he had to smile. She looked so fucking beautiful, with or without his dick in her mouth. But when it was in, and he could usually just see her upper lip around his cock shaft, it was a real turn-on.
Even more so when she was looking at him with those adoring eyes.
He started to thrust in and out of her mouth faster, and there was absolutely no doubt in Cheryl's mind that he was heading toward a powerful orgasm. He started to pulse, and he moaned loud as she came harder.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna come any second," he started to tell her, and he pulled his dick back so that his cream was shooting onto her tongue.
She started to flick her tongue against his cock head, not only because she knew it turned him on so much, that part being so fucking sensitive during orgasm, but even more so, because of the way she loved the taste of his come.
She wanted to savor every last drop of his cream, and get the full taste from her taste buds. She knew, too, that by holding the come in her mouth, she would make a nice warm, wet environment for his cock to visit a while longer, and Cheryl just loved it when she had him by the cock and balls.
She kept his dick in her mouth for a couple of more minutes, and though he lost some blood in his erect shaft, he never went fully limp.
As she felt him starting to slide his way down her body then, she could feel his dick pressing first against her tits, then her belly, and then her cunt. He lifted his groin up and aimed his semi-erect shaft at her pussy lips.
"Come on, Don," she moaned. "You said just a suck job."
"They'll call us when they're ready to go," he said to her. "We're not going to miss the hunt. Believe me. We paid enough for it."
He rubbed his cock against her cunt lips, and she knew how much she wanted him. But she knew, too, that if she missed the safari this day, she would be furious with him. Because this was the day when the leader of the group said that they were going to be looking for them. The last two days, she hadn't even seen one.
She'd seen lions and tigers. Giraffes. Other animals whose names she couldn't even remember, but they looked so big and strange.
And today, they were supposed to look for the leopard
The Leopard! It would not be the first time she had ever seen one, but it would definitely be the first time she'd ever seen one free, in its own environment.
She loved to go to the zoo and stand outside the leopard cages, watching the animal stalk its way back and forth. She could feel the excitement even then, seeing them caged. But part of the exciting feeling she got from leopards came from their freedom, and their desire to stay free, and that part could never be felt seeing the animal locked behind bars, and sometimes even looking drugged.
She closed her eyes tighter as Don slid into her.
His cock rubbed right over her clit, and she could feel the pleasure waves continuing to rise inside of her. He started to thrust back and forth, not pulling too far back yet, because his cock was not fully hard again, and he didn't want to run the risk of falling out of her. It would be all right to fall out once his full erection was back because then it was easier to get right in.
But now, he wanted to stay in, wanted the workings of her pussy to thrill him enough to get the blood rushing back in.
Besides, Don knew how much Cheryl loved it when his cock started to get erect inside of her pussy. She had told him many times that when she felt the shaft filling, and knew that it would be staying hard until he shot, it was a wonderful feeling.
He moved his lips to her neck as he kept himself in her, kissed her softly, then started to lick her ear.
She thrust up against him, feeling the warm heat rushing, rushing through her entire body, making her head swirl with waves.
"Oh, Cheryl, you are so fucking hot. When are you going to marry me and be mine?"
"Don, must you break up this fantastic happening with talk of that?"
"Come on, baby. You know how right we are for each other."
"I know. And it's fun living at your place. But it's also fun having my own place to go back to when I want to get away."
"During the last three months you've hardly even been to your place."
"Because you're keeping me happy. Sometimes you fuck up and I feel like leaving, but I end up staying. But one day when I want to leave, just for a night or two, I know that L have my own place to go back to, and love knowing it and having it."
"You hot little bitch," he said, and she smiled, then kissed him.
She knew he wasn't really being serious when he called her that, with the tone of voice he had used. He would always call her a hot little bitch when she would not agree to do something that he wanted to do.
And they'd gone through it so many times. She knew he always picked a point when she was rather vulnerable, even if the vulnerability came with the arrival of her sexual desires. An increase of passion could easily weaken her. But she never gave in, nor did she think she would. The relationship was too good this way. Besides, Don didn't know everything about her, like he thought he did.
One of the major things that he didn't know about her, Cheryl was aware of, was how much she loved the leopard. How she could go and stand at the zoo and sometimes feel actual pleasure waves. At all times, her pussy would be getting wetter, watching the lovely animal, but sometimes, the wetness went further and her cunt would start to spasm mildly, in an orgasmic kind of way.
He would think she was crazy, she knew, so she never told him.
When she felt his dick starting to fill with blood, she loved it. Before it happened, she was making her pussy muscles work around him, just to keep a tight grip on him, and she continued to make them work around him, so that as he was getting stiffer, she could feel him spreading her wider.
"Oh Don, it feels so fantastic," she started to moan, and she slid her hand up and down his sweaty back, all the way down to the curve of his ass.
"You feel so fantastic," he said to her, and he kissed her harder on the lips, then began a series of steady pleasure thrusts.
The pleasure was, definitely, for the both of them. Neither one was feeling anything more than the other, and they'd discussed it many times.
Their senses were raised, and as their bodies rubbed together, it just added to the contact being made at their groins. Of course, that was the best contact, and each time he thrust in, she could feel his heavy hanging balls whacking against her ass.
He knew that she had to love it, because following each sound of balls against ass flesh, was a nice pleasure moan from her.
She managed to move one foot near his ass, and was rubbing the sweat of his taut buttocks between her hot toes.
"Oh keep fucking me," she started to moan, and he laughed.
"Scream it out, baby. That should get everyone up if they're not already."
"You bastard," she said, with a sly smile. "I told you I'm not an exhibitionist, but if I was, you can bet I would be screaming my guts out. All of Africa would know what a hot fucker you are."
, "Why thank you, darling. You're not so bad yourself."
She laughed, then felt his dick starting to throb. He wanted to go all the way, but decided that he would slow down. When it happened, she moaned softly, and knew her pleasures would stay at a high much longer.
Just as he was slowing down, passing the point where he would be able to come (and if he wanted to, he would have to work himself up all over again), there was a light tapping sound on the outside of the tent.
"Mr. Howard. Mr. Howard. Safari leave soon. Ten minutes to get ready."
"Thanks," he said. "We'll be out there soon."
"Don, we only have ten minutes," she started to say, getting nervous as she thought about missing the leopard. "We only have ten minutes. Come on."
"Hey, baby, don't worry. Haven't I fucked you in three?"
"Yes, and I never really liked that at all," she sneered.
"Well, I can give you a three minute fuck now, from this moment on. Added to the ten which preceded it, that's not so bad."
She started to laugh, and he kissed her on the neck again as he began to thrust up and down between her legs. She could feel the way he was sniffing at her hair, taking in the sweet scent of the shampoo she'd used the day before.
She started to moan as she felt her pussy spasming hard around him, and a little bit later, his cock was throbbing in her.
"God, I'm gonna shoot it now," he started to moan, and before he could even say now, she could feel his warm cream spurting inside of her.
She started to moan as he kept thrusting in and out, his cock smearing all of that come against her cunt walls. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back a little bit, but not scratching him all that much.
And he was pressing his chest down against her soft tits, feeling the way her nipples throbbed just a little bit.
"Yeah, that was fantastic," she started to moan, and she thrust herself up and down against him a few more times.
He stayed inside of her for a few more seconds, and as-, he rolled over, she slid her hand down to his fantastic dick and pressed her palm against it. Then, she spoke, to him, but also to his cock in her hand. "That was very good. Really. So fucking good."
"Come on," he said to her, as he sat up and smiled. "We don't have any time. I don't know what you're fooling around for."
'You men. Shoot a load and your whole personality changes," she laughed, and they were both laughing as they slipped into their underwear, and then safari clothing.
Cheryl had wanted to take a bath in the lake nearby, but he told her it would be cold, for one thing, and even more convincing, that she would miss the safari. They did walk to the lake to brush their teeth, and by the time they made it back, the three black men had dismantled their tent and had packed it, and their suitcase, on one of the many elephants in the safari.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" Mrs. Lawrence asked them both, and they nodded.
She was a proper English woman, with short black hair. Cheryl had thought that Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, and she and Don, could have fun together. They seemed to have been a little bit shocked when they first learned that Cheryl and Don were not married, but Mr. Lawrence had chuckled, and attributed it to the standards of the day.
But last night at dinner, Cheryl had been chewing on some horrible meat, and there was so much fat that she pulled the piece out of her mouth and turned to Don.
"This fucking meat is so fucking fatty, how the fuck do they expect us to eat it?"
With three fucks in one sentence, she had not made a good impression. She had not even realized it until Freida had gasped, and she'd looked over and seen the woman's husband trying to snap her out of it.
"Oh darling," David Lawrence had been saying to his wife, "that's just the way to moan, and before he could even say now, she could feel his warm cream spurting inside of her.
She started to moan as he kept thrusting in and out, his cock smearing all of that come against her cunt walls. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back a little bit, but not scratching him all that much.
And he was pressing his chest down against her soft tits, feeling the way her nipples throbbed just a little bit.
"Yeah, that was fantastic," she started to moan, and she thrust herself up and down against him a few more times.
He stayed inside of her for a few more seconds, and as he rolled over, she slid her hand down to his fantastic dick and pressed her palm against it. Then, she spoke, to him, but also to his cock in her hand. "That was very good. Really. So fucking good."
"Come on," he said to her, as he sat up and smiled. "We don't have any time. I don't know what you're fooling around for."
'You men. Shoot a load and your whole personality changes," she laughed, and they were both laughing as they slipped into their underwear, and then safari clothing.
Cheryl had wanted to take a bath in the lake nearby, but he told her it would be cold, for one thing, and even more convincing, that she would miss the safari. They did walk to the lake to brush their teeth, and by the time they made it back, the three black men had dismantled their tent and had packed it, and their suitcase, on one of the many elephants in the safari.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" Mrs. Lawrence asked them both, and they nodded.
She was a proper English woman, with short black hair. Cheryl had thought that Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence, and she and Don, could have fun together. They seemed to have been a little bit shocked when they first learned that Cheryl and Don were not married, but Mr. Lawrence had chuckled, and attributed it to the standards of the day.
But last night at dinner, Cheryl had been chewing on some horrible meat, and there was so much fat that she pulled the piece out of her mouth and turned to Don.
"This fucking meat is so fucking fatty, how the fuck do they expect us to eat it?"
With three fucks in one sentence, she had not made a good impression. She had not even realized it until Freida had gasped, and she'd looked over and seen the woman's husband trying to snap her out of it.
"Oh darling," David Lawrence had been saying to his wife, "that's just the way
Americans talk nowadays. Don't be shocked."
But the woman stood up and left the table, and this morning was the first time that Cheryl had seen her since her three fuck sentence.
The woman seemed to have either forgotten, or decided not to bring it up.
Soon, the two couples, as well as three others, were mounted on their elephants, with Don and Cheryl riding together. She patted the large ears of her elephant, Which she had charmingly named Ella, though she had no idea if it was male or female.
As they started to ride, the up and down motion was doing a nice number on her. Don had noticed it the other day, and this morning, he leaned forward and did the same kind of thing that he had done yesterday.
"Your pussy is starting to get hotter, isn't it?" he asked her. "It's starting to swell as you bump up and down on Ella, right? And feel this now, baby."
He pressed his crotch against her ass from behind, and she could feel the way his dick was hard again. She slid her hand behind and rubbed his thigh.
"Now I can understand why you wanted to go to a beach alone. You can fuck a million times a day, Donald. Now be a good boy."
"But it's not with anyone," he said. "It's only with you."
"Well, that's flattering, and wonderful to know, but you wouldn't expect me to let you start fucking me right up on Ella, would you?"
"It could be fun. How many people can say they've done it?"
"No," she said to him. "Though you could try to talk me into it."
He laughed, because he knew she was being her enticingly bitchy self again.
His cock throbbed in his pants, and he started to whisper into her ear, telling her how he would do it without anyone knowing.
He told her he would cut a tiny hole in the back of her pants, wide enough so he could just slide his cock into her. Then, he would open his zipper without anyone knowing, and he would tell her to lift her ass.
When she would move down on him, his cock would be sliding into the hole, and hopefully, if they could work it right, into one of her two holes.
She felt him slide his hand up her breast when he spoke of the one of two holes, because he knew how much she liked getting it from behind as well.
She started to push herself back against him, and Don was thrusting forward, neither one of them listening to anything that the safari guide had to say. The first day, Cheryl had found him to be totally boring, and she'd decided that she would just look and see what she wanted to see.
It almost was like they were fucking.
As Freida turned and saw them, she tapped her husband on the shoulder. He was riding on the same elephant she was, in front of "Would you look at that, David?" she asked. "Can you believe it?"
"Of course, darling. Just having gotten to know the two of them these last three days, I believe that they would do it anywhere."
"How crude. How very, very crude," she said, and he sighed.
Cheryl was starting to get lost in her sex world. Though his cock was not making any direct contact with her, she could feel it through his clothing and her clothing. If anything, the up and down riding movement from the elephant was the thing that made her pussy cream start to build up, and Don sliding his hand around and pressing it right against her crotch also helped a bit.-
"And there is the first leopard we have seen," she suddenly thought she heard the guide say, and her rush was greater.
"Where? Where? Don, did you hear him say there was a leopard around? Where is it? I'm just dying to see it. I've wanted to see one."
"There," he said, and he pointed toward a clearing.
Sure enough, there it was. Its fur was a dark cream color, and the black spots were there. The animal seemed to be staring right at the approaching safari, with no fear at all. In fact, the animal seemed quite confident that he could strike and succeed if it came down to something like that.
The leopard's stalking nature started to make her head spin.
She saw it take a few steps, closer, and the safari leader stopped his elephant, which stopped the rest of them.
"He seems like he might want to attack," the black leader said.
"Look at him. Isn't he beautiful?" Cheryl whispered to her boyfriend, and looked over in time to see Freida snap a picture.
A few other females in the party were snapping pictures, and two of the men. She wished that she had her camera, but they'd forgotten it.
"Beautiful, isn't it, Don? Isn't it? Have you ever seen such magnificence?"
"He looks rather ominous to me. Why is he looking at us that way?"
"I don't know," she said. "It's the way the leopard is. They have this look. This look that they give out. Cat-like. Curious. But they're also so self-assured. This one is so sure he can strike and win."
"Me, too," he said, pressing himself up against her ass more. He was still lost in his sexual rush, and he was feeling ready to explode in his pants. Just a little more playing with her would do it, he knew, and he thought that they'd looked at the animal enough.
As he slid his hands back to her chest, she pushed them away.
Without turning to face him, but still keeping her eyes glued to the magnificent animal in front of her, she spoke.
"Keep your hands off now, Don. I'm not in the mood right now."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, sensing that she was lost in some kind of daze, though he had no idea of what it was about. "Just stop it. Move back. Don't press yourself against me."
She was breathing heavily, thinking of the animal's warm fur. She had never touched one, but she knew that the fur had to be warm and soft. How different from the feeling of the elephant beneath her, and the flesh she could feel against her calves, and from her knees down, where the shorts ended.
She could imagine the leopard fur rubbing against her legs. Rubbing against her thighs. Even better. Rubbing against her pussy. The breathing animal, the soft motion of the flesh, her cunt lips pressed down against it.
Pussy to pussy, as she sometimes like to imagine it to be. All she'd have to do would be to rub herself up and down, only a few times, and the breathing of the animal, as well as the feeling, the soft warmth like nothing else, that would make her come so hard. Her come would even be dripping over the animal's fur, but she knew it wouldn't mind. It would love the contact of her soft flesh against its fur.
"Why are we waiting here so long?" Don whispered in her ear. "The animal seems to think it's gonna keep us from moving. Why don't they just chase it away?"
"Shut up," she said to him, tensely, "Just shut up." He couldn't understand what was going on with her. She had never talked to him in such an angry tone of voice. And yet, there was still some kind of daze-like state around her which was confusing him even more. "All right," the safari leader said. "We are going to start moving. We can move to one side of the leopard. I am sure nothing will happen." His elephant started to walk, and the others followed. His passed by the leopard, and the animal turned its head to look at him, then turned its head to look back at the others as they were passing.
Cheryl knew she could not just pass by. She knew she had to try to reach out and touch it, just to touch one, once, a free one.
As her elephant started to pass, she leaned over.
The moment she held out her hand, the animal jumped to attack.
"Christ," Don screamed, and just then, there was a shot.
One of the black safari workers from behind had shot the animal right in the flank. The animal fell to the ground before it could even make contact with her hand.
Cheryl screamed, a bloodcurdling scream, also filled with fear and anger.
"No, what did you do?" she asked, as she saw the animal slump to the ground a number of inches from where she was on her elephant.
It was so close, and yet so far, and she knew she had to touch it. She could hear a kind of whimpering from the animal.
As she tried to jump off the elephant, she couldn't, because of Don and the way he had his hand wrapped around her waist. It did let him know just what she was about to do, and he couldn't believe it.
"Are you crazy?" he asked her. "You trying to jump down there?"
"I have to go to it. I need to go. Let me go."
"Cheryl, that thing is still alive. They just shot it with a tranquilizer. He told us that was, what they would use if anything like this happened. They didn't kill it."
"Let me go!" she said and she turned and slapped him across the face, hard, stunning him.
He let go of her, moving his hand to where she had slapped him, amazed that she would ever do a thing like that, surprised at this strange way in which she was acting. Once let go, it was easy for her to jump.
The leopard was lying on its side, and she moved right on top of it, pressing her legs down against the fur, near the leopard's back. She leaned over and looked down at his face, then stroked it softly.
"Oh, the poor thing," she was crying. "What have they done to you?"
"Miss Holland, you must not do that," the guide was screaming. "You must not do that. The leopard is not dead. It is only drugged."
"Cheryl, get the fuck off," Don was screaming.
"What has gotten into that girl?" Freida said to her husband. "I can honestly say that I have never met anyone quite like her."
"Yes, I agree. And I wonder if I would like to meet another."
"Oh darling, your sense of humor is so droll," Freida snickered. The other couples were looking over too, and mumbling amongst themselves. Nothing like this had happened during the trip, and this blonde girl's reaction to what had happened was so strange, considering the fact that those behind her had seen her reaching for the animal. It was as if she had started it all.
Cheryl was oblivious to everything that they were saying. She could feel the unsteady breathing of the animal, and though she had been told, she still thought it was dying.
She started to slide her body up and down its flanks, feeling the softness of the fur, and more than that, the warmth. The living breathing animal, which represented a kind of strong freedom to her, was turning her on so much.
Her pussy was spasming inside of her panties, and she knew that her panties were getting soaked, absorbing the wetness that was running down.
The more she rubbed herself, the more intense it started to get. She opened her mouth and started to moan softly, licking her lips at the same time. She could feel the animal turning a little bit, and it was rolling onto its back. Cheryl lifted herself up so that he could turn, and when he was on his back, she pressed herself down against the underside of the animal.
The fur was even warmer there, the breathing feeling more apparent because of the steady rise and fall of the beast's belly. Cheryl closed her eyes and felt the waves beginning to flow through her body all over again, now that she was looking at it from a whole different angle. It was even more beautiful this way.
She started to rub herself faster, and with her eyes closed, she did not even see what was starting to happen next.
"Look out," Don was screaming. "Move out of the way, Cheryl."
"I think the animal is getting ready to attack," Freida said. "The girl is absolutely crazy. What does she think she's doing?"
"Oh, do shut up, darling," he said to her, then screamed. "Cheryl, would you bloody well move away? Don't you see what's going to happen?"
She did not see it, but she felt it. For as the animal rolled onto its back, still in the dazed state from the tranquilizer, it moved its paw, aiming for the thing on top of it. The animal struck her right in the arm, two of its deep claws digging into her flesh, drawing blood immediately. The impact of the blow sent her off the leopard, landing on her back right beside it. She opened her eyes then, in time to see the beast rolling over more, almost right on top of her, almost as if it would mount her.
Of course, the animal was trying to strike before the enemy could strike back.
Then there was another loud shot, and she saw the animal's body spasm from the thrust of the bullet. Another shot followed, and this time, there was blood dripping from the side of the beast.
It fell dead on the ground right next to her, and she screamed as she threw her body on top of its back. She felt the last few breaths of the leopard, and then it was dead, no longer heaving up and down as it breathed.
"Oh no!" she was wailing, as she buried her head against the animal's soft neck, and inhaled deeply to take in the scent. Don had seen it all. He had been ready to reach for his rifle, though he had no idea of how to use it. He would have tried anyway. Two of the safari workers had killed the animal, in order to keep the animal from killing the girl. Don slid off the elephant, and touched Cheryl's shoulder.
She turned and saw him holding the rifle in his hand.
"You killed it, Don. You killed it. You goddamn bastard. How could you?"
"I didn't, Cheryl," he said. "I would have, but they did."
She looked at the two black men, their rifles still smoking, then back at him. Suddenly, her eyes were filling with tears, and she tried not to let her voice crack, but couldn't help it as she spoke.
"Why did they do it?" she asked him. "Why did they do it? I don't get it."
"It would have killed you," he said. "It was about to pounce on you. Look there."
He moved his hand to her arm, and touched the wound whi.ch was freely flowing with blood. She touched it, she gasped in pain, but then, when she thought of how she had gotten this wound, she pushed his hand away. "No, don't touch it," she said to him. "Please don't touch it!"
"It has to be taken care of. They have to look at it. That kind of wound could be dangerous, Cheryl. Be real about this."
"No," she said. "What the fuck good is reality anyway?"
She stood up then, and took one last look at the animal. Then she turned and looked at all of the people still on their elephants, looking at her.
She tried to smile. One thing did make her smile. She thought about the way she kept telling her boyfriend that she was not an exhibitionist, and now, she had just participated in the most exhibitionistic act of her life. She felt as if they all knew she was getting off sexually on the animal.
"Please, help me up," she said to Don, as walked back to their elephant, and soon, she was on top of Ella again.
The safari leader waited until he was back on the elephant next to her, and then started leading the way once more. She took another look at the leopard, and kept looking at it until she could no longer see it.
"Would you like to tell me what that was all about?" Don whispered in her ear.
"No, I would not," she said.
"Well, the very least you could do, when you have the chance, is thank those two men for saving your life. They did save your life, you know."
"They did kill the leopard. It was free where it was supposed to be, and they just killed it. I should thank them for that?"
He couldn't believe her. He felt as if she had started this whole thing anyway. He had seen her reaching out to touch the animal, and that had caused the animal to strike. Once it had been shot with the tranquilizers, they could have left if there and everything would have been all right. The tranquilizers would have worn off, and the leopard would have been okay, once they were miles away.
But she had jumped on it, and once again, caused it to strike.
Don felt that there was something very cold and bitchy about her attitude, and made a mental note to thank the two men for saving her. She certainly wouldn't.
Meanwhile, Freida was shaking her head back and forth.
"That girl. That girl. I knew there was something about her I did not like last night when she cursed. Now I know what it is. She's absolutely insane. Bonkers."
"I think she's exciting," David said, low enough so his wife would not hear.