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The dappled sunshine shone on Therese's blonde hair as she bounced up and down in the saddle, highlighting her ringlet curls with a halo of light. She turned back to look at Dirk over her shoulder, love shining from her big blue eyes. Dirk could not remember a time in his life when he had felt more happiness.

The two cervines were just cresting the top of the highest hill on the Jacobson estate, having spent the morning riding their horses along the many trails on the property. The leaves of the aspen trees trembled in the light breeze, which hissed through the dried grasses that bordered the thin, dusty track. Their shadows fell directly below the bellies of their mounts now, signalling that a rest stop was in order.

The previous day Dirk had surveyed these trails, and had found a perfect grove of trees adjacent to the trail. He pulled his mount up next to Therese's and caught the doe's eye. In a flash his hand snaked out and pinched her on the rump before he wheeled his horse and thundered off in the direction of the grove. Therese was shocked to inaction, but only momentarily, and she soon drummed her heels into her mare's sides and darted after the sneaky cad.

"I'll get you back for that!" She shrilled, but as Therese rounded a bend she conclude that revenge might have to wait.

Dirk had taken good advantage of his head start and faster mount, and stood before her with his hands on his hips and a cocky smirk on his handsome face. Behind him lay spread a blanket large enough for a whole family to picnic upon, and the hamper packed for them by the cook had been breached. A plate crowded with slices of peaches and apples nestled next to a hefty jug of her favorite iced tea, with a regatta of lemon slices bobbing among the ice.

Therese heaved a dramatic sigh and, a reluctant smile crept onto her lips. "All right," she conceded, "help me off. These silly petticoats Mother insisted I wear sure are pretty, but they are most inconvenient for dismounting gracefully!"

The buck sauntered up to the dappled grey mare, "I suppose I could assist a damsel in distress... for a price."

He reached up and grasped Therese at the waist, easily swinging her down to the ground where he deposited her gently. Dirk stood for a moment with that cocky smile still twisting his lips and raised his eyebrow. The doe in his arms scowled, and stuck out her tongue in a most unladylike manner, before reaching up on her tippy toes and giving her "rescuer" a quick peck on the cheek.

Dirk reacted as if he had been mortally wounded, and fell to his knees. "Ahh," he cried, "I have been slain! The cruel temptress hast broken my heart into a thousand shards, each as sharp as knives."

He fell back onto the grass and reached for the sky, before going limp. Therese giggle and prodded him with the toe of her riding boot. "I'm pretty sure your tongue needs to stick out, if you truly are deceased, my dear."

At that his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he mumbled around it, "Mmph, how bo you know? Hab you eber see a beab body?"

Therese's giggles had by now escalated into a full laugh, which now rang among the trees like the sounds of small brass bells. "Well, no," she admitted, "Have you?"

Dirk tucked his tongue back into his mouth and rolled onto one elbow, all brevity gone from his voice. "Not a person, no. Once a horse in my care had been attacked by a cougar and had to be put down."

His voice trailed off, and his eyes clouded over with the memory. Therese was about to say something to console him when Dirk shook his shoulders and smiled back up at her again. "Let's just say that a broken heart wouldn't look like that anyways?"

The pretty doe stood before him, seemingly undecided about something. Suddenly she flung herself onto his supine form and desperately pressed her lips to his. After a few moments, she pulled back and looked deep into his grey eyes. "Let's not cloud our day with such thoughts."

Dirk smiled a true smile, and thanked the heavens for this woman in his arms.

* * * * * * * *

Therese poured a tall glass of iced tea and handed it to Dirk. The vessel was soon empty as the buck drained its delicious contents in one tilt. She filled her own glass before handing the jug to Dirk for a refill. The cold liquid felt very refreshing as it slid down her throat, the sweetness and sour competing for dominance. Therese held her cool glass to her cheek, and closed her eyes in bliss.

Her eyes flew open again when something bumped gently against her lips. "Open up," said a husky voice near her ear.

Therese slowly parted her lips, and Dirk placed a crisp slice of apple on her waiting tongue. She happily crunched it's tart flesh, and was hardly done swallowing when he popped a slice of peach through her teeth. The contrast between the two fruits was intriguing, and Therese surrendered to the sensation of the honey-sweet pieces sliding over her lips. It was a few moments before she realized Dirk was no longer right next to her. She focused her gaze and found him lying back on the blanket, a slice of the apple held in his teeth.

With a gleam in her eye, Therese crawled along the body of her chaperone until their eyes were level. She growled mockingly before grabbing at the fruit with her lips. But Dirk would not let go! Their tug-of-war soon devolved into a passionate kiss, the taste of apples traded between the two lovers. Their tongues slid sensuously against each other, and teeth nibbled on both lips and fruit until nothing but a few bursts of flavor still remained.

"And now, my darling, I shall collect my prize." growled the buck, and deftly flipped his captive underneath his strong, warm body.

Dirk pushed the silky fabric off of the smooth curves of Therese's shoulders, exposing her cream-furred breasts to the warm summer air. He gently lifted the orbs, weighing them with his hands. His thumbs brushed against her exposed nipples, making her gasp and blush furiously. This was only the second time the two had been intimate and, since this time the chances of them being discovered were slim to none, Dirk planned to fully enjoy all the pleasures of the heiress' sweet young body. He pushed her slowly back onto the blanket he had spread for their afternoon tryst and gazed down at his willing prize.

Therese's chest fluttered as she took deep breaths, the passion in her body so stirred by her lover that her vision was clouded and her limbs tingled. Seeing him look down upon her with such hunger and desire, she didn't know it was possible to feel so vulnerable and so powerful at the same time! The doe reached up and stroked Dirk's cheek with the backs of her fingers, then grabbed his shirt-front and pulled him down into a deep kiss. The tension mounted between the two as they locked lips, the kiss becoming more intimate and frantic as they lost themselves in the hurricane of feelings swirling through their bodies.

Therese could feel the heat of Dirk's body through his clothing, especially where his groin pressed against hers. The growing bulge there filled her with a sense of urgency, she couldn't wait to experience the outstanding pleasure she knew he and his tool could provide her. The doe's nimble fingers danced down the buttons of Dirk's shirt, undoing them as they passed, before a pirouette at his waistband freed his rod from its constraints.

She ran her cool fingers along his length, revelling in its fullness and warmth. It felt like a steel rod sheathed in the softest satin. Therese's exploring finger traced Dirk's cock down to the root and caressed his sack. This motion elicited a deep groan from her love, so she repeated it, to a generous encore.

Dirk didn't know how long he could take such gentle ministrations and, grabbing her wrist, brought both her hands above her head. Therese wriggled seductively as he transferred both her small hands to one of his, keeping them pinned. She gasped as he ran a firm hand-stroke from her shoulder down the previously bared flesh and delved into her skirts to grasp her rump.

"This," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling hotly, "is mine."

"Then take it," she breathed.

Dirk quickly removed the rest of Therese's garments, and bunched her skirts into a make-shift pillow. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. He then took off his own clothing, careful to put them aside so he wouldn't look dishevelled for the return journey.

Like a calm before a storm, the virile buck surveyed the doe beneath him. Her honey blonde curls spread out beneath her delicate head. The soft tan of her cheeks, flushed with desire, only made her bright blue eyes shine more. Her pert, creamy breasts heaved with her deep breaths and the rosy nipples atop them made him think of cherries on a sumptuous dessert. Her trim waist was one all girls would be jealous of, and it flared gently into modest hips and slim, delicate legs. It doesn't get much better than this, he thought to himself.

Kneeling between Therese's legs, Dirk lowered his hips until the tip of his shaft lined up with her sweet opening. "Does my prize have any final words before she is sacrificed to my lust?" he joked.

Therese gave him that stern glare that only a woman can make, and he knew that she was too turned on for kidding around. With a groan he slowly sank his nine inches into her moist treasure, taking his time to enjoy how tight and responsive she was. When he was fully hilted in her heat, Dirk paused. A thought had just occurred to him.

He tucked his arm under her shoulders and spun, using his momentum to switch their positions. Therese now sat astride him as securely as she had on her horse earlier, but Dirk suspected she would enjoy this ride very differently!

The buck gripped the hips of his "rider" firmly, and began to slide her up his shaft. When her soft channel had almost freed his length he reversed directions and pulled her down hard upon him. She let out a short cry of passion as he plumbed her depths over and over again.

Therese could feel her first orgasm rising within her, as inevitable as the tide. She brought her own hands to her breasts and brushed her fingers softly against her own nipples. Just as when Dirk did it, it caused her to take a sharp breath with pleasure. Her whimpers and cries began to increase in tempo and volume and, had they been anywhere near the house, the lovers would surely have been discovered. As it was, the only audience to their lovemaking were the birds in the skies.

"Oh Dirk," she gasped, "I'm going... I'm going to..."

The last part of her sentence was cut off as she threw her head back and positively howled with the force of her orgasm. Dirk ground his teeth together to keep in control as the muscles of her silky passage gripped his cock. Drops of her wetness leaked out between their connection as he continued to steadily pound her onto his rod.

Now Dirk began to increase his pace, not giving his partner any time to recover from the most powerful orgasm so far in her life. If he had though she was loud earlier, then now his doe was deafening. She squealed with each thrust, and moaned with each retreat. Now the buck held Therese up on her knees and pounded up into her like a jackhammer. Her orgasm's slickness only helped him to go faster.

Dirk could tell Therese was coming close again, and pulled her body down to his. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. With his tongue he simulated the motions of his cock in her hot treasure.

When they both came, within moments of each other, their only sights were the other's eyes, their only breaths were from the other's lips, their hearts beat in time. They were as close as two people could be without melding into one being.

Therese came down from her personal heaven with a soft whimper, and fell limp against Dirk's heaving chest. The two deer lay on their blanket as the warm summer sun caressed their tired bodies, and both were very much at peace.

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"Don't forget the hamper, Dirk!" Therese called across the small grove that both of them had decided was their new favorite place.

The now fully-clothed buck fastened the empty picnic basket behind his saddle before mounting his horse. After resting for a short time, the lovers had decided to return to the house for the day, and were now almost packed up.

Dirk estimated it was almost three hours past noon and, by the time they reached the stables, there would be just enough time to tend to their tired horses before supper was served. Even though the lunch they had enjoyed earlier was filling, his stomach growled at the thought of his next meal.

The buck chucked, "Must be all that exercise I got."