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Up Front, Out Back, 5 -Bull Ants
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Bull Ants
When Jeff heard the scream and shout of,
"Snake!" he wasted no time, his legs pumped and his arms flew as he raced to Rochelle. It didn't take long, he rounded the trees and started to look, he checked for snake tracks and checked Rochelle. He grabbed the spade and hunted, sweat ran down his face, he went to Rochelle with spade ready and picked her up to check under her. He could see nothing. He heard Rochelle's burbling tears as she quietly cried, fear having immobilized her.
"Where?" he demanded. He saw that her shoes were wet. He hugged her to him. It seemed unlikely that it was a snake, in the sand there would have been a track and he couldn't see one.
"Hey, hey, settle, please settle, I don't think it's a snake. Where did it bite you?" he asked. Rochelle heaved big breaths, her face hot and wet with tears, she managed the words,
"My ass, it bit my ass."
"Show me," he asked with some urgency.
Rochelle seemed embarrassed and shocked. She erupted into tears again.
"It's still biting me!" Jeff was fast, he quickly tore off her shorts and panties, he lifted her shirt, looked under it and unhappy with his search he tore that off too. He could see nothing. With the flat of the spade he hit the shorts, panties and shirt repeatedly before he picked them up and carried them, along with Rochelle, back to the ute. Rochelle sniffed, the tears ran, as he put her on the mattress in the back.
"Is it still biting you?" he asked.
"Yes." She couldn't talk but pointed at her bum. He rolled her over, looked and then prized her bum cheeks apart.
"Ah! Yes!" he said as his hand brushed it out. "I've got it. Are there any more?" he asked, as he bashed the mattress with his shoe.
"What?"
"Bull ants. In some places they're called inch ants."
"I'm not sure. It's still stinging."
"Where?" She pointed at her bum.
"Ok. You want me to look?"
"It's not easy for me to," she sniffed. Jeff checked her again. He looked over her and spread her bum cheeks again.
"Can't find any more," he said.
"It's more to the front." She rolled onto her back so he could check. He saw none and spread her legs to search between them. He looked at the thicket of pubic hair.
"I'm sure it's still there."
"Ok." He ran his fingers through the hair gently.
"I don't think it's here," he said.
"I think it is. It's inside me I think." Her voice was a trembling whisper. The air was so tense it could have been sliced with a knife.
"Ok." He gently parted her hair to reveal her slit. No bull ants were visible.
"Little bastard," she said. Gently he opened her outer lips to check.
"Bastard is right" he said, "But it's a bitch, not a bastard." He continued, his fingers gently opened her inner labia and there, he could see a small, black shape. Carefully, with his finger, he scooped the bull ant out. With his shoe he whacked it. Rochelle wondered whether it would be the only thing to be whacked today.
"Bitch." Rochelle looked at it and watched the bull ant writhe. Jeff went back to the task. He opened her lips again and thoroughly checked.
"Lift your knees?" She raised them and he pushed her knees to her chest. He ran his fingers down around her ass.
"That's all," he said.
"So embarrassing," she said.
"Well, you're alive. I'm glad you're not allergic to them."
"Why?"
"They're like bee stings. They can kill. You're not allergic to bee stings, are you?"
"No."
"They hurt though."
"Yes."
"Is it still stinging?"
"Yes."
"I've got something for it. We'll try it." He went to the glove box and found a bottle. In front of her he removed the lid. It was a roll on application. He handed it to her and she rolled it over an area on her belly and then on her upper leg. Then she handed it to him.
"Can you do the rest, please?" He took it from her.
"Start with your back first?" he asked.
"Yes." She rolled on to her belly.
"Tell me where," he said, as he ran his fingers over her, her back, her legs and then her bum.
"Yes. Yes. There. Yes." He rolled the goo onto her. The areas were extensive. He could see lots of welts.
"Does it help?" he asked.
"Oh yes." He checked her little bum and the crack between, he used plenty. Then she turned over.
"I'm not sure I can use this here."
"Ok"
"I could try a little bit"
"Yes, good idea."
"Ok." He opened her and touched a small part of the mucous membrane with the anti-sting medication. Then they waited.
"Let's go look while we're waiting, can you walk?"
"I think so." He helped her out of the ute and, with spade in hand, they went. His stride was confident while she hobbled with the pain. He picked her up and carried her. When they arrived at the site he put her down and together they looked. He saw the wet patch on the dirt and in the middle of it was a small hole. The dry grass around it would have been useful to the bull ants. He could see how they would have climbed to her. They would have been angry and tried to stop her as she flooded their nest. She would have been holding herself open so she didn't splash her shoes. It all made sense. He reached out with the blade of the spade and dragged it over the hole.
"See?" he asked, as bull ants streamed out of the hole, hundreds of them in seconds.
"Wow!" Then he threw the spade into the dirt and buried the hole.
"Let's go," he said, and picked her up, mindful of the bull ants that were coming their way.
"You know, they aren't ants, they're a wingless wasp."
"Really?"
"Yes. There are lots of them every summer. I thought you would have known about them."
Back at the ute she stopped.
"You know, I've been naked for quite a while now and I've only just realized. I wonder why?" He looked at her, not knowing what to say. "I mean, why do I feel so comfortable?"
"I don't know," he said, "I guess it doesn't matter. I guess there are other things that are more important."
"Yes, I guess there are."
"How is the test area?"
"It feels ok."
"Good."
"Is it still stinging?"
"Not where you put the stuff. I wonder why they attacked me there?" He thought for a moment.
"When you peed on their nest, they would have thought you were attacking them with and they would have been trying to stop it. You want some more goo put on?"
"Mmm... yes," and she paused, "Please."
"Ok." She got back into the ute, on top of the mattress, as he knelt on the tailgate. She spread her legs as he unscrewed the lid.
"Ready?"
"Yes." She reached down and spread her vulva.
"Where?" he asked.
"Umm. Can you help hold me open?"
"Ok." He put fingers of one hand on one side of her vulva and, together, they stretched her open. With a free finger she pointed at where it hurt.
"Here."
"Ok," and he touched the area with the goo. Slowly she found the painful places and he carefully dabbed on the medication.
"Here." Her finger was above her clitoris and again he touched it.
"Here." She was holding her inner labia open so he could dab it. It seemed that she had been stung many times. Slowly they dabbed her vulva in so many places that he thought it may have been wiser to simply coat all of it with a few strokes of the roll on.
"Here!" He dabbed.
"I think one went inside me too." she said.
"Ok." Would you like to do that one?"
"It's probably better if you do."
"Ok." Together their fingers opened her. He tried to push the roll on in, it seemed smooth enough.
"Ouch!" she said.
"Ok, sorry."
"Can you put the goo in with your finger?" He wiped the goo over his finger while she held her self open.
"Ready?"
"Yes." She pulled herself open a little more, he put his finger in and wiped it around. She held her breath and scrunched her eyes tight.
"Another?"
"Please." He put his loaded finger in again and wiped it around.
"Before you do the next one can you put a little more here please?"
"Ok." He wiped some more around her clitoris.
"Don't be frightened of it, you're safe," she said, and gave a coy, little giggle.
"Ok." He wiped more goo onto his finger and wiped it over her clitoris. She was breathing quickly but thought her reactions were controlled.
"There are no teeth," she added and they laughed.
"Any more?" he asked.
"A couple more times inside if you could please, it's still stinging," she said. He wiped more goo onto his finger, slowly pushed it in and spread it around.
"Last one?" he asked.
"Just one more?" she asked.
"Ok." For the last time he loaded his finger, he slowly guided it in. As it went inside her, her hips suddenly rose. She screamed. Her air hunger was loud as she tensed and then Rochelle started to bounce around, a disorganized chaos of frenetic movement as she wailed. She grabbed Jeff's hand and, without thinking, pulled it into her, mashed it against her vulva and rubbed herself with it as her hips rose, dropped and gyrated on the mattress. He wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to take advantage of her and thought of the ethics of treatment. She pulled his hand into her so tightly he couldn't extend his fingers.
He sat on the tailgate and watched, enthralled by the display. The feeling of his hand as it slipped around on her vulva was beautiful. He watched her eyes; closed tight, they were gathered with in the wrinkles of skin around them. Her breasts rolled, he hadn't noticed them before, but they were beautiful as her large nipples pointed up, as though in high salute, and arced around, eager to be noticed while her body convulsed.
In awe he watched as she slowly settled. She let go of his hand and when he took it away, he felt the cooling secretions that generously coated it and, unable to resist, he licked the wetness from it. As she settled the twitches diminished, her breathing normalized and she sighed.
"Sorry."
"Why?"
"I shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?" There was a pause for a while as they were both thinking. "It's ok."
"You sure?"
"Of course. I thought it was beautiful. It might be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." They looked at each other, she held out her arms and he went to her. They hugged and kissed; precious kisses and lay together for a time.
"I guess it was a surprise for you too." she said. The sun was descending. They knew they couldn't stay long. Though the road might not be used again for another week there was no guarantee. Eventually, with kisses, they got out of the ute.
"I should put on clothes," Rochelle said. She went and got the ones they had discarded.
"Wait." he said and went to her. He took the clothes, straightened her shorts and turned them inside out. They found five bull ants, all curled up with mortal wounds, writhing with the fragment of life remaining.
"Look." He showed her and pointed with a twig, "Can you see the stinger?" She could see it, thrusting in and out of the ant's abdomen.
"Potent," she thought, and wondered, "Was he as potent?" She resolved to find out. He opened out the rest of her clothes and found another eight bull ants.
"You poor thing," he said, "It's a lot, no wonder you were in pain." He held her face and kissed her.
"Lucky I had you to make it better," she whispered.
To be continued.
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