Thanks again for reading The Poacher series. I’m thrilled many of you are enjoying it. As The Poacher 4 nears completion, I thought it might be fun to share scenes and excerpts which were cut out or modified from the final version of the first three stories.
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The horrifying scene overwhelmed my senses past the point of shock as Katie and Paula played out their tempestuous drama. My brain could no longer process the sensory input: the sight of two naked women tearing at each other, the sounds of bodies smacking together, the shrieks, the screams, the cursing, and the whiff of pussy ascending through the air like incense as it wafted through the loft and up to the rafters.
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The sumptuous aroma of roasted pork permeated the entire lodge. The table held several stylish bowls and dishes containing baguettes, honey mustard eggs, ham pottage, Wensleydale cheese, salad, sliced eel, roasted duck, and of course, pork.
But it was the centerpiece of the table for which I was unprepared. A four foot long silver serving tray was positioned along the length of the center of the table. On the tray lied the nude body of my wife, Kelly. Still hogtied on her belly, her knees were bent with her feet tied together high up behind her back. The shoulders and arms were pulled back tightly with the hands tied together and attached to her feet. Her body was glazed with honey mustard and garnished with rosemary, bay leaves and parsley as she lied on a bed of grapes, pineapples, strawberries and assorted cheeses. The neck was extended, forcing her head to look straight ahead. The lower jaw was opened and stuffed with a red ball gag simulating an apple. The eyes blankly stared. Paula pulled out the largest chair at the table, her hand waving to invite me to sit. “Take a seat, Henry,” Jim offered as he handed me a goblet of red wine. “The guest of honor sits here.”
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“I have one more show this evening,” Jim announced as the wine continued to flow. “Even Paula doesn’t know what it is so it’ll be a surprise to her too.”
Once again, Jim produced a life size cylinder of light that gradually swirled into a humanoid shape - a shape of a woman - a nude woman. Another ray of light morphed into another nude woman; then a third and a fourth. The holographic female images remained frozen while Jim produced new characters - men...four nude men, all with terrible mustaches and ridiculously large cocks to go with the women’s watermelon breasts.
“That’s Marilyn Chambers,” Steve exclaimed, pointed to one of holographs.
“Yes,” said his wife Sue, “and that one’s Jenna Jameson. Steve and I love her work. But I don’t recognize the guys.”
“I do,” Connie interjected. “That one’s Ron Jeremy.” A whoop of laughter erupted.
“Damn,” Chris said, “ Jim, you son of a bitch, you created a holographic Ron Jeremy. You didn’t learn that at MIT.”
“Uh, yes I did,” Jim responded as the laughs kept coming.
From his console, Jim animated the eight porn stars, pairing them together, then sending them to the floor in 69 positions, the four couples forming a square around the Persian rug. After some preliminary fellatio and cunnilingus, the four couples merged together in the center of the carpet, exchanging partners. Before long, the activity became an eight way orgy of random licking, stroking, sucking and fucking. I could no longer discern whose body part belonged to whom as the sight became a quivering human spaghetti bowel of tangled hands and feet and cocks and cxnts.
“Oh that Jim and his gadgets,”. Paula sighed. “Boys will be boys.”
Taking Kristin by the hand, I whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
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“Well, this big blonde thought she could bully and overpower me but I stood my ground. She couldn’t take my belly punches. We were on the ground and I caught her in a head scissors which really wore her down. Then I sat on her chest and worked over her belly some more throwing punches with twisting motions, just like Paula taught me. Then I schoolgirl pinned her, pulling her head into my crotch until she gave up. I showed her how force equals mass times acceleration squared, split her like an atom, then sent her into a dark hole if you know what I mean.”
More whoops and cheers. “Did you bring home a trophy?” Connie asked, rushing out her words in excitement.
“Yep, right here,” Myra answered as she pulled a woman’s green panties out of her handbag, holding it high in display. The room erupted in loud raucous cheers.
“I’ll tell you,” said her husband Mark. “The sex that night was out of this world. It was the most excitement I’ve had since the discovery of the Higgs boson particle. We spent the whole night re-enacting the Big Bang.” More cheers.
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Using my night goggles and radar devices, I scanned the walls searching for hidden spaces. As I scanned the main room, the walls were lined with trophy heads: deer, elk, moose, caribou. I came to a large gold plated plaque - a lifetime achievement award from the National Rifle Association. That figures, I thought. These bastards are Make America Great Again Trump supporters.
(JOKE..It’s a JOKE. No comments please. I do not and will not express political opinions here.)
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