Mountain Splendor
by Steve Schneider
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
He looked over the balcony towards the partially iced over lake and watched a
wolf lope along the shoreline with a fresh killed rabbit in it's mouth. He
followed with his eyes until the wolf disappeared from sight. The wind was
picking up again and he felt the icy coldness even through his lined jacket
and so, he left the openess of the exterior raised wood balcony for the warm
coziness of the massive log home he had inherited from the crusty old codger
whose life he had saved on a hunting trip so long ago. The old man had passed
away several months ago and this was his first trip back since the summer of
'79.
This whole valley, and it's lifestyle, was certainly different from the
hustle and bustle of the city where he worked; no, make that survived! There
was no comparison; none what-so-ever. Reluctantly, he closed the door to the
cabin and entered; leaving his jacket on the coathook to dry, and his boots
on the mudrack. He saw that the huge stone fireplace had a fire roaring in it
and the heat soon warmed his body. He removed his sweater and heavy socks and
put his moccasins on, then walked past the massive wooden dining table on
into the kitchen where he poured a cup of coffee and then, thinking about it,
poured a second cup.
He carried both cups with him up the stairs carved from native hardwoods and
walked on into the master suite where he finally heard her voice as she sang
softly as she brushed her hair in the warmth of the steam filled bathroom.
The old codger had done himself proud when he had the head architect from his
construction company design this place and install all the eminities right
down to a huge generating plant and water system buried on back into the
mountain. The steam had clouded the mirror and she had not heard him enter
over her own singing; she stood there facing the mirror; the back of her body
facing him and he felt his manhood start to stir deep in his loins. He backed
out and set the coffee mugs on the dresser.
He removed his clothing completely and re-entered the bath area. She was
still brushing her hair with her eyes half closed and he watched the rippling
of her muscles raise and lower her fantastic breasts as moved her arm from
front to rear to comb. They still were more, or less, self supporting thanks
to her superb muscle tone and the nipples puckered slightly from the shower
she had just taken; in fact, drops of water still clung to her body in
several places where she had missed with the towel. The droplets of moisture
on the fluff of her pubic hairs glistened in the light and gave her womanhood
a aura of sparkles. Her buttocks were tight and well shaped; no dropsey here.
Her thighs , in fact, her legs in their entirity, were well toned from the
exercises she did daily. Her skin was a light tan and all over; no bra or
panty whiteness here.
He brought his hand and part of his arm up between her legs that were spread
slightly as she supported herself while standing and she let out a squeal as
she felt his arm pressed in between her buttocks rubbing on her rosebud of an
anus as he grabbed her mound gently with his hand and fingers. "Damn you", she
said as she turned to face him.
"I could just kill you when you scare me like that!", she said as she turned
to grab his cock. He laughed and spun away and stepped on into the grotto that
contained the shower. He turned the controls to high, and hot, and let the
jets of steamy water open the pores of his skin and relax his muscles. She
wrapped a towel around her hair and stepped in with him to wash his broad,
well muscled back. He grunted in a sound of contentment as she lathered a
wash cloth and scoured his back with the rough side of it. She soon dropped
her soapy rag further down and scrubbed his buttocks and then his anus. As
she rubbed the soapy rag about, his cock grew larger, and harder.
Soon, she moved around to his front and scrubbed his chest, his stomach, then
his now enlarged cock. As she rubbed his manhood with the soapy wash cloth, it
became even larger and more rigid; she got rougher with her touch and soaped
his balls too; the slight pain she now gave him from the rough handling
stopped his arousal somewhat. She grabbed his balls and squeezed them ever-so-
slightly and then, with a giggle, she jumped out and went back to her own
primming as he stood there partially doubled over from the squeeze.
He stuck his tongue out at her and finished soaping his body; then he shampood
his not too long hair and rinsed it and the rest of his body.
He toweled roughly with the large towel she had warmed for him in front of the
bedroom fireplace and after surveying his face, shaved quickly. She came to
him and snuggling up to the side of his body with hers, her left breast on his
left arm and her right trying to bury itsself in his back, she wiped the foam
from his face and the used her hand to turn it to her moist, waiting lips. Her
mound was rubbing against his left buttock and he felt his manhood stirring
erect once again.
He turned to her and picking her up into his arms, carried her into the warmth
of the bedroom. She had the covers turned back already and he deposited her in
the center of the Super king-size matress. He stood for a single moment
drinking in her unparalleled beauty; the brownish, long hair; the lovely,
tight body; the full lips; the impish smile on her face; the sparkling white
teeth; the deep green eyes with the sparkle of sun; her adequate, but not
grossly large breasts; her pinkish-brown nipples now aroused fully and perked
upwards awaiting his kiss; her flat tummy; her hips just large enough to serve
as a proper reserve for her curly haired love triangle, now dry and fluffy;
her thighs tight and awaiting him to attempt their seperation so as to enter
her cunt; the calves also tight leading to her shapely ankles and on to her
well formed feet and unpolished toe-nails. She looked up at him and smiled;
he stopped daydreaming and knelt down to kiss her sweet lips; his right hand
stroking her mound even as he kissed her so deeply he felt as if his tongue
had discovered her throat.
She seemed to melt in his hands as he both kissed and stroked her and her legs
parted every so slightly as she relaxed and let her body become attuned to his
caresses. He was unhurried in his quest for her love crevices and she awaited
his touches with unabashed impatience.
He devoured her lips and the sweetness there-in and then left her bruised
mouth for the hardness of her nipples; he nipped them with his teeth and then
kissed them with his lips and then licked them with his tongue; her body
strained to meet his mouth and probing hand and fingers. He sucked her left
nipple as he finally got his probing finger into her now moist crevice; the
finger rubbing her clitoris with an intensity all it's own. His left arm was
under her shoulders supporting her so that he could suck and nibble on her
lucious breasts even as he continued to probe her pussy with his fingers. They
too were insistent as he stroked her love canal with the side of his hand and
then probed her vagina with his index finger, alternating between inserting
his finger deeply and then rubbing her clitoris with the tip of it. Her juices
flowed freely and maintained the lubrication necessary to keep his touch from
hurting her.
She moaned quietly as he stroked and probed her body with soft intensity. His
own organ was now fully enlarged and moving heavily here and there as he
shifted about trying to get so close to her that they in-fact would become as
one. The moisture from his kisses showed wetly on her breasts as he left them
to go even further down her body. He moved around so that he was between her
outspread knees and legs and then he thrust his head and shoulders down to her
love box; she stiffled a scream of estacy as his mouth captured her love knob
between his sucking lips; he sucked it and reveled in the sweet taste of her
cunt. He felt her tense slightly and he sucked even harder as she splattered
his face with her love juices; he devoured her pussy licking, eating, sucking,
and kissing as she pulsated; hopping from one climax to the next with no
break and finally her body couldn't take the pleasure anymore as she passed
out from the deep intensity of her pure, animal driven, climaxes. He sucked
her dry as she slumped back into the softness of the pillow. His own pulse
was now racing like a rocket and he rolled her over and kissed the rosebud
of her ass as his tongue probed between her firm, but soft, buttocks.
She regained conciousness and found herself on her stomach with her face
to one side as he straddled her still; his hands helping to support her ass
up to his probbing tongue; as soon as she realized where the sensation was
coming from, she came again; shuddering deeply. She suddenly rolled over
and tipped his balance when he least expected it and as he fell back she
grabbed his thighs into her arms and literally attacked his swollen cock with
her lips, tongue and mouth. She wasted no time in mouth-fucking his cock and
his swollen member instigated by even more swollen balls soon attempted to
blow the top of her head off as his cock exploded and dumped a load of hot,
thick cum down her receptive throat. She ate him and licked him and sucked
every drop down her throat; she then let him withdraw and then kissed the
head of his cock and allowed her tongue to rotate around the bulb of his
swollen, simi-deflated organ.
He had to push her away temporarily as her insistence soon became slightly
painfull. She lay back with half closed eyes and he struggled to recoup his
strength. She rotated off the edge of the bed suddenly and ran out of the
room. Soon he heard her returning and as she entered, the clinking of the
glasses and the bulge of the champaigne bottle betrayed her surprise.
She popped the cork with a practiced ease and after pouring, offered him a
glass. He drank deeply and thankfully; she too. As the sparkling wine soothed
his thirst, he felt a new world arising! He kissed her wet lips softly and
then gently turned her over with a pillow supporting her under her stomach so
as to raise her buttocks in the air. She knew what he was going to do, but
resigned herself to the pain and indignation because she loved him. He dipped
his fingers into her still well lubricated pussy and then distributed the
love oil to her anus; his fingers moved around and partially into her ass
hole, but with a gentleness she loved. She closed her eyes as she awaited his
thrust; he put the tip of his cock at her anus and after a second, shoved it
in all the way; ripping into the tight muscles surrounding her hole. She
screamed loudly and with a surprising duration as his member tore a passage
into her ass! She almost passed out from the pain, but slowly the pain dulled
and her breathing returned as he left his cock buried deep within her.
A truce of sorts between their bodies even though he occupied some of her
territory. Soon her muscles relaxed and accepted the intrusion; he sensed
this and started to gently stroke his cock in and partially out of her ass.
She squirmed beneath him and her ass rose up to his forward thrusts; his
hairy sack of balls banging into her buttocks as his cock ravaged her semi-
virgin territory. She lifted slightly to him and brought her hand in under
her body to touch and tease her own pleasure terminus. Between his thrusting
and her own self stroking, she rumbled to another climax and the interaction
of her muscle tissue caused the right movements for him and he squirted a
load deep into her; then he rolled over to his side and collapsed.
They lay there for what seemed like hours, but were only moments; she went
back into the bathroom; in his semi-conciousness, he heard the flushing of the
toilet and then the rushing of the shower. After many moments as his breathing
slowed back to normal, she returned with a hot wash cloth and towel and clean-
ed his sex stained body. He relished the warm cloth and her gentle touch. She
finished and returned the dirty cloth to the bathroom; She sprayed a dab of
perfume on her special points and returned to him. He grabbed her as she tried
to kneel down beside him and he buried his tongue in her shower fresh cunt as
deep as it would go while the scent of the perfume dazzled his senses. He ate
her gently, then pulled away and pushed her down beneath him. She spread her
legs and he entered her love portal with his sword of passion; soon she was
moaning beneath him as he thrusted both of them to another climax; the
shudders of their climaxes threatened to knock them both to the floor; soon
they collapsed once again in each others arms and with his cock still deep
inside her, they feel asleep under the heavy covers as the fire died to
glowing embers.
He awoke only long enough during the night to throw a couple of logs on the
embers to catch flame and maintain some of the warmth now leaving the room.
She was curled up with her knees to her breasts and he returned to bed and
and cuddled to her body with his owm. ( Even the animals of the forest were
quiet in their own shelter; no one stirred; all was peaceful; the snow
drifted down gently; the wind died; the calm conquered all. )
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