1. Billabong Bang


    Date: 2/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Mature, Teen Male / Female, Wife, Author: Norton X, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    from quickly-woven wild grass, when Vern noticed something on the ground. "What is it?" Peter asked, setting down the large bundle of firewood he was about to carry. Vern was inspecting a footprint in the ground left by a four-footed beast. "Dingo tracks?" Peter inquired, squatting down beside him. "Nah. Dingoes would leave smaller tracks. These ones belong to an animal much bigger?" "What kind of animal would that be? A Bengal Tiger?" "Close, kid. Very close. A Tasmanian Tiger, actually. They're supposed to be extinct, though." Peter and Vern got back to the camp with two large bundles of firewood. The tents, three in all, were already set up in a triangular configuration, and rocks had been placed in a circle in the center of the triangle for the fire to burn in. The place got dark and a fire got started in the designated center of the camp. "A Tasmanian Tiger? Does it eat people?" asked a very worried Paula Buford. Her father, Ben, put her head to his chest and cuddled her, looking to Vern for an answer to his daughter's question."Well, it's a carnivore, meaning it only eats meat," answered Vern. They were all sitting around the fire, comfortable, warm, and cozy. "Dad, we should've brought a couple guns along with us. Now we're defenseless against this supposedly-extinct man-eater!" said William in a panicked voice. His mother tried to comfort him with a hug and said, "We don't know what its hunting habits are like. Maybe it doesn't go after creatures that are bigger ...
    than it, and most of us here are bigger than it. Isn't that right, Vern?" Vern replied, "The Tasmanian Tiger was supposed to be about the same size as the more commonly known orange and black-striped tiger. Maybe it only hunts in a pack or - " A sound of rustling grass came from the darkness, seemingly a few meters behind the Redbergs' tent. Peter had been sitting next to Vern, when he, Vern, got up to his feet in an instant, on hearing the noise. Vern went into his tent and came out, holding a machete in his hand. He looked in the direction where the noise had come from and said, "Everyone, stay here! I'm going to go take a look. Parents keep an eye on your children, and children, stay close to your parents; no wandering off into the night! I'll be back in a second with a report on what I've seen." Tightly gripping his machete, he went past the Redbergs' tent and was soon swallowed up by the dark. Everybody got to one side of the fire and huddled together. Peter found himself wedged between Paula and Krista. He wondered what Vern was doing right now. He's probably walking through the wild grass, making sure he steps softly so the Tasmanian Tiger doesn't see him first. Then they all heard the rustling sound again, except it grew nearer to where they were. A yell from Vern came to them, "Look out! It's coming towards you!" The ladies screamed and the huddle tightened up, but Peter squeezed out of the pressed bodies to grab one of the bigger, harder pieces of firewood that hadn't ...
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