Doe Season (c)1997
by KillJoy

The sun was just beginning to crest the hill as Jim reclined against a twisted old
apple tree who's colors have faded with the coming of winter. Jim rested his 12-gauge
against the base of the tree and lightly sprayed buck scent about the area as to mask
his own. This was the 3 year he had been hunting in these wood and he know this was
the best spot for it even though he didn't get a doe license this time. He'd only
seen a couple bucks on his last outings and thought the odds were against him in this
hunt, does on the other hand have been plentiful lately and had he gotten his
license earlier, he would have had a doe license.

Joe sat there, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the view of the woods in front of
him. "This trip will be worth it even if I don't get a deer", he thought to himself.
As the hours passed, Jim closed his eyes and began to day dream of large bucks
leaping over a fence, perfect racks on each of them. He imagined crouching down,
allowing the deer to surround him, not know of his presence. One closed in on him,
coming closer and closer until he could feel its breath on his face. It was a little
too real as he could smell it too. Jim then realized that this scent was not from
his daydream but, as he opened his eye, found himself face to nose with a doe. He
had heard that deer will walk up to you if you don't move to see what you are but,
he had never believed they would get this close.

He stared into her large black eyes as she stared back, neither moving. Jim could
still feel her breath and inhaled deeply, taking it in. As he did so, the doe backed
off, surprised by the sudden movement. She came to a stop just a step or so away and
never broke Jim's gaze; the two continued their study of one another. Jim finally
decided enough was enough and reached into his pocket, slowly withdrawing the apple he
had brought for his lunch. He took a small bite from it, allowing the juices to flow
forth and then, carefully, held it out to her. The doe sniffed at the air and then
cautiously approached, sniffing and watching. She soon reached the apple, inhaling
its fragrance and looking to Jim for approval. She found the answer in Jim's eyes and
took a bite from the apple, using her tongue to pull it to her mouth. As she ate, Jim
watched, having never seen a live deer this close. She finished the apple and began
to lap the juices from Jim's hand, her long tongue working between his fingers. Jim
began to get aroused, although not truly noticing. As the doe finished, she turned
to Jim's face and licked the end of his nose and chin, which she continued for a couple
seconds before stopping to stare into Jim's eyes once more. This time she found only a
look of confusion and conflicting emotions. A second later she continued with a lick
across his lips, tasting the apple juice and continued, over and over, working hard
as she went until her tongue finally penetrated and entered his mouth, brushing his
own tongue. She again saw only confusion in his eyes but, also a growing curiosity.
The doe nosed at Jim's chin, trying to get him to move or respond a little.

Jim slowly reached out, touching the soft fur of her neck, warm and smooth to the
touch. He began to rub and caress the flowing fur, back and forth, crossing from the
white to tan fur and back. The doe responded be stretching her neck, trying to offer
more and more to Jim's attention. She turned her side to him, and Jim followed her
intentions by working his hands down her back and side. He could feel her skin quiver
a little under his hands as he traveled farther back, rubbing just behind her tail.
As he did, that soft, white tail raised high in air, almost curling to touch his hand.
She turned her head and nudge at Jim's side, Jim stopped believing he had done something
wrong. She, however, continued to lick and nudge at him before turn so that her rear
was facing him and then looking back over her shoulder at him. Jim stared on as the
tail little more then an inch in front of his face flicked rhythmically.

She was obviously in heat as her juices flowed from her swollen lips, her scent
penetrating the air. Uncontrollably, Jim reached out and placed his hand on her hip,
his thumb almost touching her anus. When he realized what he had done, he pulled away.
The doe looked back and leaned back, almost pushing herself onto him. Jim's mind raced,
he had this urge which burned at him but, this was a deer, how could he do what his
lust demanded. The doe continued working her rear, closer and closer to Jim's face, not
understanding why he stopped, she know in her mind what she wonted and couldn't
understand his hesitation. Jim finally surrendered to his growing desire, touching the
doe's lips, feeling their warmth and moistness. The doe pushed back again, in response
to Jim's touch. Jim worked the rim and soon found a swelling bulb which pushed out,
begging to be rubbed and caressed. As Jim played with it, making circular motions with
his fingers around I, the doe arched her back and let out a low moan. Jim found his
fingers penetrating those moist lips, deeper as he worked.

The doe pushed back onto his fingers, driving up and down upon them. Jim felt a warm
sensation on his arm and noticed that her wetness was dripping down his arm as he
played. The doe bucked back on his fingers, pleasuring herself as she went. Joe was
really getting into it, his other hand rubbing at his own member, which was throbbing
and begging to be let out. When he reached the point of which he couldn't hold back
any more, he pulled open his zipper and pulled it out. He removed his fingers and
rubbed his head across her mound, it sank in without effort, diving into the warm
moistness. Jim trembled and leaned forward, grabbing her hips with both hands. He
began his motions, mirrored by his wild lover, each pushing in unison. Jim reached
to new heights as he went, faster and faster. He had just gotten out of a relationship
and hadn't had sex in a while but, he had never got into it as much with a human
partner. The doe let out several more moans and drove back, take in Jim until slamming
against him, the walls of her mound squeezed as she reached orgasm.

Feeling this, Jim pulled her tighter against himself, releasing his own fiery orgasm.
The doe's muscles continued to work at him, milking his member. They stayed together,
unable to move as they both finished. Jim finally found the will to pull free, juices
flowed down the inside of his leg. He fell back against the tree, sliding down until
his body curled into a ball. The doe stepped forward wobbly, trying to regain her balance.
Jim breathed hard, his heart pounding, the doe appeared in no better shape, the white
fur of her belly heaving as her lungs gasped for air. She weakly trotted over to Jim
and almost fell at his side, laying her head across his lap and panted. Jim recovered
and began stroking her neck.

The doe gave a short lick to his member before entering a peaceful slumber. Jim stroked
her a little more before joining her.
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This story was inspired by my first and only day spent deer hunting, although it wasn't
as eventful. This is my second story (forgive my spelling), my first zoo based one.