The Rescuer Pt. 02

We have a long day tomorrow, no long drawn out love marathon. She gets fast and rough. My body slams into her hard. Occasionally I spank her ass. The pitch of her grunts is rising. I try to get in as far as I can. I change the angles, but the force of the slamming is hard and borderline painful. I have spanked her enough the pink is turning red, no more spanking. I firmly grab her breasts and squeeze. Her jaw is quivering like she wants to speak.

I explode with six good ropes of cum inside of Kim's velvet glove. As if on cue, she screams and grunts like she is pushing a baby out. Her eyes are fierce, and she is burning with desire and love. As her orgasm fades, so does her grunting, and the intensity in her eyes. She relaxes as I pull the release ropes and in seconds she is free.

She can't speak or move; she lays there with a smile on her face. We go to sleep.

Chapter 7 - The Neighbors

The next morning, breakfast is strangely quiet. Mom is fidgeting in her chair; she can't sit still. I can't pass this opportunity up.

I knowingly inquire with a smirk on my face, "Mom, is something wrong? You can't sit still."

I thought it is an innocent question. The answer is anything but innocent.

Mom screams at me, "You mother fucking son of a bitch. Your father beat the hell out of me last night. My ass is still on fire from the spankings. It's also sore as hell because he reamed my ass hole raw! You jackass! My nipples are sore from pinching, and don't get me started on my cunt! It's red and raw from him fucking me last night, at midnight, at 3 AM and again at 6 AM before breakfast. You are going to pay dearly you ... you ... you twit!"

She seemed mad at me. I am surprised by her venom. Well, I was until dad starts laughing.

Dad giggles his reply, "Oh Brian, don't look so hurt. You mother loved every moment of it. She tried hard to stay mad, but she just couldn't. She enjoyed it too much. What did you do to Kim? She sounded as mad as your mother."

Kim cuts in forcibly, "He did the same thing to me. Face fuck, spanked me, fucked my ass hole, ate my pussy, mauled and teased my tits, and then fucked the hell out of me. It was horrible."

Mom looks at her, then smiles, "It was pretty awesome, wasn't it?"

Kim has a dreamy look to her now, "Yes it was. He took me. He used me. I suffered through about a dozen orgasms. It was brutal."

Mom and Kim share a good laugh.

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It's a two-hour drive to Mary's place. As we pull up, Mary, her mom Connie, and her dad Roscoe are there to greet us. They heard the powerful engines fifteen minutes before we got there. All three of them look happy to see us, to see anyone. Mary and Kim hug, I shake her father's hand and hug her mother.

Mary is first to ask, "So, what brings you guys out this way?"

Kim is quick to respond, "We need some dogs."

Mary looks unhappy, "The season is over, all the good dogs are gone already. The pups are too young to tell yet."

Kim is all smiles, "We're not here for sled dogs. We need working dogs. Brian is with the American ... Canadian ... he is with the Army? I don't know who he works for; it's a long story. His dog suffered an injury in battle a bit ago. On his last mission, Brian suffered an injury and didn't like his level of risk without his dog. We are looking for a hunter or protector style personality in a dog. Being able to pull a sled is useless to Brian."

Mary smiles now, but her dad looks at Brian differently now. Specifically, his rifle. The more he looks, the more his eyes light up.

Roscoe says, "That's not your average hunting rifle son, and that sure as hell isn't stock woodwork. I can tell from here that is some of the finest I have ever seen. You're him, aren't you? The guy they call 'The American.'"

I shrug my shoulders, "People call me all kinds of things. I was born here in Canada, spent five years in Alaska, mostly as a loner, and somehow, I'm an American now."

Roscoe motions to Mary, "Why don't you check out his rifle. I think you'll find something interesting on there."

Mary comes to me, and I hand her my rifle after I remove the round in the chamber. She examines the intricate carvings. Mary can feel something on the opposite side of the firearm. She turns it over and starts searching for a specific name. Her face rises in awe as she finds it and hands back the rifle.

Mary, in a soft voice, says, "Joe told us a story about hearing a gunshot behind him. A guy pops up asking the way to the boats. Four men were moments from killing his squad when one shot took all four out. The guy then goes to the shore, puts three shots in each of two boats and sits down. Ten minutes later they abandon ship. He knew they were going down. Those two boats had taken out two helicopters, several men, and thirty more were on the beach injured. He gets wounded and is gone before anyone can thank him. Joe's my brother. You saved his life."

She is all misty-eyed and hugs me hard as she turns into tears.

Mary, while hugging me in tears, asks me, "Is all of that true?"

Kim saves me, "Good luck getting him to talk. He took some shrapnel. They pick me up on the way back to base, and I spend the next eighteen hours doing triage and minor procedures."

Roscoe adds, "Joe says they call him 1-2-4-1. He took out one submarine, two boats, and four men with one shot. The stories they tell, he makes Paul Bunyan look like a Barbie doll."

Connie has had enough, "Enough story telling. This man needs a dog. How can we help you? What traits are you looking for?"

I name off the traits, "Trainable, listens, born hunter, smart, fiercely loyal. My dog points at other humans, he is smart and can track anything. He wasn't the easiest to train, but I want to expand me into a group. Being flexible and trainable will help. I want at least two dogs. One will be more of a hunter and one more of a protector. I am willing to take a bunch if possible."

Mary asks, "If you show me how to train them, as I spot similar dogs, I will start their training for you."

I spend the next six hours training the dogs and weeding out ones that don't work well. Soon we have seven. I show her family how I trained Rocky. Six hours isn't enough to make them ready, but it's a start and covers the basics. These seven are fine, and two are exceptional. They will be my personal dogs. Kim and Mary make lunch while I work with the parents. Mary caught on instantly, smart girl.

It's nearing our time to go so we can be back by sunset.

I tell Roscoe, "I want all seven; how much?"

Mary laughs at me, "Well, you may be good with a rifle, but you suck at negotiations."

I laugh, "I am awesome with a rifle. I'm honest and fair, so I expect others to be as well or I don't go back. To me, this is important, and I am talking about protecting my life. I'm not going to skimp on quality."

Roscoe spoke up, "At one time I too was a sniper. The best in Canada. You think you can out duel me?" I nod my head yes. "If I win, $100 a dog. If you win, $1 a dog. Deal?" I smile and shake his hand.

Roscoe goes inside and gets a rifle case. Inside is a heavily modified sniper rifle, that's about twenty-five years old. He smiles at me while he holds a cartridge in his hand.

Roscoe smiles big, "At the end of the road is a yellow and black sign. On the tree beyond that, three branches point up. You will see them in your scope. I will shoot the left one, and you will shoot the right one. He stands up, and I can see him going through the progressions of distance, wind, temperature, etc. Then I hear him hold his breath and squeeze his shot. The tiny twig brakes from the shot. He smiles.

I compliment him, "Nice shot. Which side of the branch should I shoot?" Roscoe looks at me with confusion. "I can knock the bark of the branch. Should I select the right or left side?"

Roscoe smiles, "Left."

I do the same thing he did. Distance, wind, temperature, humidity, pressure, and then hold breath, squeeze shot. The twig moves but is still there.

Mary jumps on my ATV and rides out to the branch. She comes back quickly and walks up to her dad.

Mary asks her dad, "Do you have change for a $10 bill?"

Roscoe doesn't look surprised. I turn back the same way we were shooting. I pick a target twice as far.

I say, "Use your scope; there is a red, white, and green sign nailed to a tree. Inside the letter "o" I am going to add a bullet hole."

Roscoe looks, "I see it." I take a few moments, and I take my shot. Bullseye. "Hot damn you are good. That's not even a military grade weapon."

Kim hands him a check for $350, "My brother is a fair, honest man. We'll resell some of these to the Army. From now on, you'll be selling them to the Army. You had no chance, that wasn't a fair contest. Even twenty-five years ago, you lost."

Connie suggests, "Can you stay for dinner? We have an extra room. We would love to have some company for a while. Swap stories and maybe a few more hours with the dogs? We never see anyone, and we would all love to talk this evening with someone other than us three."

Kim looks at me pleadingly.

I smile at her, "Two more for dinner then. Let me call our parents, and then we can spend some more time with the dogs until the sun goes down."

I work with the parents and the dogs. Mary and Kim go inside giggling as they start making dinner. I tell stories of my time in Alaska, saving mom and Kim, and it's an enjoyable night. Kim goes to Mary's room where they will share a bed. Their choice. I get a guest bedroom, and we all go to sleep.

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I wake up because my light is now on. In my doorway is Kim and Mary and they are holding hands, looking shy, bashful, and giggling. They are obviously up to no good.

Kim asks me, "Remember in Alaska, 'even the 80-year-old woman is looking good'? Mary is in the same position. In this very room is a young man that I have heard can wow the women. She needs someone to wow her."

I ask, "So let me get this straight. My sister wants to pimp her brother, me, out to her best friend because she is horny as hell from not getting any action in a long time. Does that sum it up?"

Kim thinks, "Um, yes. That's the deal. I want you to fuck my friend senseless."

I questioningly ask, "Mary, is this what you want or is my sister twisting your arm? I don't want you doing something you will regret later."

Mary is very meek, and she shyly says, "I was the one to ask your sister. Since she can't have you, I might as well right?"

I eye Mary carefully, "What's your fantasy for tonight? No guarantee you get it but what is running through your mind? How do you want this to play out? How do we handle your parents?"

Mary laughs shyly, "Mom took me aside after dinner, and she told me she knew I was going to fuck you somehow tonight. She wants every detail after you leave, and she wants me to scream loud enough so she can hear." She snorts. "She is going to tell dad that Kim is helping me with hair removal."

Mary is more confident now, "I can get my pussy eaten, and my breasts stimulated all day long. What I can't get is your manly stick shoved up my cunt fast and hard. I like people watching me. I will leave the door open, so either of my parents can sneak a peek. I want Kim masturbating and watching me. You are going to fuck me hard in front of Kim. I will then suck you back to life, and you will fuck me again. I will set my alarm for three hours, and you will fuck me again. Then, when we wake up, you will fuck me again. Next time you are out this way, I'll be more creative."

Her one-piece nighty hits the floor, and she is naked. Mary is an average girl. Not cute or awesome like Kim but then not ugly either. She is average and out here, that's darn good. Black hair, short and stout. Average size tits. With that innocent look she has and the weak smile, I want to know her better. I certainly don't mind fucking the hell out of her.

Mary seems innocent and fun. Instantly, I like her a lot. Kim and Mary's parents were wise to keep me away.

She gets up on the bed, and I follow. I move to missionary and slowly slide my cock into her. I fit easy enough; she must use large toys. However, the expression on her face is different. Her eyes explode open and want to pop out. She screams, "OH FUCK," and then her mouth is a huge "O" as I slide in and out.

Mary thunders, "Holy fuck this is fun. Oh my, he's a beast. It's huge and stretching me. I love it all the way in. Oh, the feeling of him thrusting his cock in is divine."

Kim has a few fingers in her twat and is having a terrific time. I can see movement in the crack of the doorway but no clue who is there. Kim is first to orgasm. She is silent, and her hands are glistening as she sits with a happy grin on her face.

Mary is next with a shout and begs me to continue fucking her through her orgasm. That's easy to do until I shoot my cum into Mary. Then it's a few more strokes before I must pull out. She is still riding high and giggling at us.

Mary confidently says, "Now that's fun. I need me some more of that."

Kim surprises us both by flipping Mary over and eating the cum from Mary. She doesn't say a thing. I move closer, so I can distract Mary by having her suck my cock. She has zero skills and the second grazing of the teeth forces me to take control. I hold her head with my hands, and I face fuck her hard. I should have been easier on her, but I lost control.

When I finish, she swallows then screams, "You mother fucker! That was awesome! I knew I could get you to use me roughly. Holy fuck, that was intense fucking. I'm on hands and knees, fuck me good like this. Use me like the whore that I am!"

Wow, where did this come from?

Kim is way ahead of me, she is horny, and fingers are not the relief she wants. I let go of my mental restraints, and I use and abuse Mary's body in doggie. I slap her ass. I pull her hair. I can't bring myself to choke her which saddens me. She is a piece of meat being used by a caveman. That is what I am, limited thinking ability, just natural animal instincts. Fuck this body hard before me and enjoy.

Kim orgasms with a scream, her wet fingers fall from her pussy. As Kim goes off, Mary goes off. I quickly shoot a few ropes of cum in her and then slap her ass so hard she falls over in bed. I roll over and hold her in my arms as we are both breathing hard and are exhausted. Kim gets up, turns off the lights, and joins us in bed, herself naked like us.

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I hear an alarm going off. I am on my back, and one of the two is riding me, cowgirl. She is slow and amazing. However, she whispers, "Oh fuck" at the alarm. I feel Mary reaching over and trying to slap the alarm off. I feel Kim roll closer and kiss me on the lips. Who is fucking me?

Mary has a soft but furious voice, "You fucking cunt. How dare you. That rod is mine." The lights go on revealing that Connie is fucking me.

Connie pleads, "I'm sorry honey. I watched your first two rounds and became an animal. I went to bed and raped your father. I got thirty great minutes out of him which for us is a marathon. I went to bed and couldn't sleep. I was still fucking horny from watching the way he took you doggie. He is better than any porn I have ever seen. He is better than any story I have ever heard. He is far better than anything that happened to me in my wild high school and college years. Brian's a beast, and I had to have him. I'm sorry."

She has tears in her eyes, but she never stopped. She smiles and uses her Kegel muscles on my cock, and I instantly shoot five ropes of cum into Mary's mother. I don't even remember her name! She rolls over, widens her legs, and starts to push out my cum. Mary slurps my cum with a smile. She is like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl. Only that is no bowl, and it's her mother's pussy.

I fuck Mary one more time in the morning and then we have breakfast. It is a quiet breakfast, and nobody wants to break the ice. I was happy, but there is lots of tension between mother and daughter.

Out of nowhere, Roscoe comments deadpan, "I for one would like Brian to stop by more often. I got the fucking of a lifetime last night. My wife's too sore to touch me for a week, and my daughter will stop looking at tree stumps with lust. The best part, they can't speak this morning. Yes Brian, come over any time you want."

Both Mary and her mother throw toast at the poor guy. Hugs from everyone as we leave with a pack of seven dogs following us.

Chapter 8 - Rescue and Training

I have spent the last two weeks training and recovering. As of Monday, I am available for a mission, but they know I am dog training, so it better be important. Wednesday I get a call, they need me. An eighteen-year veteran, the rank of Major, is missing from a hunting trip. He didn't check in yesterday or today. They are worried about him. They dropped him off and want me to go and find him.

For this mission, I travel light and bring all the dogs. The pilots are surprised at my pack. These two dropped the Major off, so they knew exactly where to drop me. They had searched the area from the air but could not find him. My guess is that something happened in the first twenty-four hours. I have plenty of eyes watching so we travel fast. I have cross country skis on my feet, allowing me to cover ground quickly. The Major was on foot. Deep footprints are an easy trail to follow on the ground.

I notice the distance between the Major's steps is longer. He was running from something. I slow down; this feels bad. Two dogs start barking, so I stop. Behind me, I see three plumes of snow where wolves are chasing us. It's like they are funneling me. I would bet anything a ravine or small cliff is nearby. Their plan is I run from them and fall to my death. It probably works with bears, moose, and elk, it makes sense.

I am no bear. I remove my skis and ready my rifle. I take out three on my left. I take out four on my right. I take out one in front of me. Somehow one got behind us. Seven dogs look collectively at him and are aggressive; they bare their teeth. Two dogs are mad and chase after the wolf. I shoot one more in front of me. The others turn and run away. I call my two dogs back and kill the one they were chasing. He was too smart.

I now walk slowly, following the tracks. Sure enough, there is a ledge with trees below. The Major had enough sense to grab the trees to break his fall. I see him sprawled out on the ground unmoving. His pistol is in his hand and some dead wolves nearby. The live ones cut their losses and ran off.

I work my way down 100 yards away from the cliff where it is more comfortable descending to the bottom. Two dogs run to the Major and lick him. No movement. I call in help to meet due South of me. Lots of trees here so I need to move him out. I lash him to the skis and pull him out to meet the helicopter. One of the pilots is also a medic so together we wake up the Major, discover he has a broken arm, possibly broken ribs. We give him painkillers so he will feel better and sleep.

The dogs sit at attention while I work. Then it is play time, that is part of their reward. I sleep on my way back, and they take pictures of me surrounded by the dogs. The nurses fell in love with all the dogs.

I spend the next six weeks training the dogs and two other men. We now work as a team. Three snipers and six dogs, we each have two and swap them. Well, they do. I picked out two for me, and they don't leave my side. They are smarter and better. We do a few rescue missions to break the group in. We have two minor missions where we shoot, but really, they were too easy. These guys are good. We make an excellent team now.

They stay on base to train and do easy missions. We discuss the results every day. I like these guys, and we are ready for important missions now.

Chapter 9 - More Pests