Mountain Splendor

by Steve Schneider

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. )