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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.
At over eleven thousand feet, it towers majestically above the Death and
Panamint Valleys. At the peak, on a really clear day, you can see Mount
Whitney to the north, the ranges and valleys of Nevada to the east, and the
Pacific Ocean to the west. A very rough and twisty road leads into the
mountain range up to about the 8000-foot level. From there the going is on
foot...
Surely the engineers at Nissan had not intended my poor Stanza to be driven on
such a road. Rocks that looked like knives poked up from the washboard
surface, making me swerve constantly to protect my tires. Washouts gave the
ride a definite roller-coaster feel, and Teri giggled gleefully as we bounded
along and bounced around on our seats. I sure didn't mind -- I love to watch
her body bounce! (And wiggle and jiggle and squirm, too.)
My car survived the ascent, and we reached the campground at the trail- head.
It was around 1 PM, and a nice breeze and the altitude combined to make it not
too hot. There was one other vehicle there, an old Wolkswagon van with its
canvas top popped up and some kind of canopy fastened to the side to keep the
area around the sliding door out of the blazing sunlight. Nobody was around,
so I figured they must be already heading up the mountain. I parked our car
next to one of the unoccupied campsites, and soon the picnic table was covered
with the items necessary to create our belated lunch.
Teri wore appropriately long-sleeved desert clothing, so I couldn't see much
of her skin. But still she looked tastier than anything on the table! I
wanted to put HER on the table and munch on her right then and there. With
massive willpower I concentrated on my hamburger in- stead. Teri didn't help
much when she dripped some mayonnaise on her shirt, at one of the several
points on her anatomy where I like to bury my face, and wiped it off with a
napkin. If she had done that with her shirt off, I would have gladly offered
to clean up the mess with my tongue. Much more efficient...
With a growing hardon I wolfed down my burger, then got up and hauled our
backpacks out of the trunk. We had already stuffed our equipment into them at
home (between bouts of lovemaking), and I knew what was in mine. Teri had
slipped some items into hers which I didn't have a chance to identify before
they disappeared from view, and Teri had refused to directly answer all
queries regarding them. I had let it pass (as I always do, being the wimpy
type), knowing that she was up to something, and I would probably enjoy it
whatever it was. I hefted my pack behind me, fastened the straps, then helped
Teri into hers. I fastened all her straps and made sure they were snug and
secure. Teri remarked at how slowly and carefully I did that, and how my fin-
gers seemed to wander alot.
A sign marked the beginning of the trail, and Teri posed next to it for a
picture. Then we began our journey to Telescope Peak.
We walked for a while through a heavily wooded area, then the trail began to
rise up one side of the mountain. Soon it stopped climbing, and we walked
along this narrow trail with a sheer drop on one side to the valley below, and
the mountain rising steeply above us on the other side. The view was
magnificent, and we stopped frequently to rest and take pictures. And kiss.
It's rather difficult to hug someone wearing a backpack, but nothing was going
to stop me from holding Teri tight against me and kissing her long and hard!
Several times we stopped at some shady spot and hugged and kissed. From far
away we would have appeared just a speck on the side of the mountain. But
with a good telescope someone could have seen just how HOT we were becoming,
and it had nothing to do with the air temperature!
After another hour of hiking, the trail rose to the top of a ridge and
continued along it. Now we had a lovely view of valleys on both sides. Before
us, still a few miles away, Telescope Peak rose high and majestic.
We came to a clearing in the shade of some trees, and quickly decided to stop
and rest there. We unfastened and shook off our packs, and I retrieved from
mine a large nylon tarp, which I spread out on the ground. Unencumbered by
our bulky packs, we were soon on the ground ourselves, in each other's arms.
Maybe it was the thin, dry mountain air, or the knowledge that we were alone
together with no one else around for miles. Whatever it was, it was making me
feel HORNY! My tongue and lips soon drifted away from hers, and began
exploring her face and neck and ears. The nylon underneath us crinkled and
ground against the dirt underneath as I munched and licked all the exposed
flesh I could find, and Teri writhed against me and wrapped her legs around
mine.
I wanted the feeling to last a long time, to conserve it and not use all my
horniness up right there. So I held her against me, and we lay there and felt
the cooling breeze blow across us and listened to the sounds of the desert.
Then we ate a light snack, put everything back in the packs, and set off on
the trail again.
Ooooh my cock was so hard as I watched my lovely and sexy wife walk in front
of me!!! When the trail was wide enough, I took her hand in mine and we hiked
side-by-side.
Another hour or so and we faced the final ascent. The trail began to
switchback up one steep side of the peak. We stopped to rest frequent- ly,
sitting on a rock together and looking down at the valley far below. We were
both becoming quite exhausted and sweaty, and my ankles were becoming a bit
sore. But we hiked on, and at around 5 PM we reached the top.
Teri raised one arm and balled her fist in victory, then plopped down on a big
rock and tore off her boots and socks. I took off her pack for her, then my
own, and then I sat down next to her feet and massaged them. We switched
positions, and she did the same for me.
Nestled amongst a large pile of rocks was a weathered-looking metal box with a
rock on top of it to keep it from being blown away by the wind. I removed the
rock, opened it up, and removed the log book and well- worn pencil that lay
within. Teri, meanwhile, spread out the tarp, and then we lay on it together
and read the logbook entries. Then we entered our own.
9/2/89 5:12 PM It was a long, exhausting hike, but we made
it!! Beautiful views all along the trail, and especially
here at the peak. Sunny but a little hazy, and a nice cool
breeze. Nobody else around, just my wife and myself. Just
this sexy lady and one very horny guy. She's got hers coming
now!!!
Robert Epps
Underneath this, Teri added in her flowing script (while I nibbled on her
neck):
No, I'm going to get HIS coming!
Teri Epps
With that, she tossed the book and pencil at the metal box (the book made it,
the pencil wedged itself between the box and a rock). Then we hungrily
devoured each other.
Let me briedly explain this concept of human devourment. Simply put, it is
the ravenous licking and sucking of every square (or curvy in this case) inch
of Teri's body. It is grasping her breasts and press- ing them against my
face as my lips and tongue scour them clean. It is licking her stomach and
sides and hips and nibbling at the tasty flesh found thereabouts. Munching on
those sexy thighs and licking along the entire length of her legs, back and
forth. Feasting upon her shoulders and arms, with many stops at her face and
lips along the way. Licking her fingers clean like popsicle sticks. Then my
wiggling twisting tongue goes after her most sensitive area of flesh of all!
Meanwhile she is feasting upon ME, nibbling on my nipples and raking her teeth
through my chest hairs, chewing on my neck and shoulders and then heading down
my body to MY most sensitive spot.
So there on the peak at 11,000 feet, with much of our clothing stripped away
from our bodies and spread around us haphazardly, we devoured each other.
But the day was not over, not yet: we still had to hike down a little way and
find a place away from the trail to set up camp. As the sun began to
disappear on the horizon, and the winds began to pick up and grow colder,
making Teri's delicious skin break out in goosebumps, we reluctantly got up,
got dressed, closed up the log book box properly, donned our packs, and
started back down.
Boy were we HORNY!!!!
We returned to the ridge, and continued hiking until we came to an area where
the land flattened out and we could safely leave the trail for a short
distance. On the far side of a large pile of boulders we doffed our packs and
set up camp. It was rather slow going, as our progress was frequently
interrupted by heavy kissing and petting. Finally our tent was set up and our
sleeping pads and bags unrolled inside. It was becoming definitely chilly
now, and we quickly entered the tent and zipped the rainfly shut.
This was what I had been looking forward to all day.
The salesman at REI, where I purchased the tent not long before to replace my
old el-cheapo one, said that it would fit two persons "snugly". And he was
not wrong!
Everything we did in the tent, we did with our bodies pressing together at
some point or another. We undressed, and quickly slid into our sleeping bags.
Then came the daunting task of zipping the bags together, as they were
designed to be able to. With some monkeying around with the zipper, and
Teri's nimble-fingered assistance, I final- ly got the two bags joined
together into one big one. Well, maybe not "big". But just big enough for
two to sleep together in each other's arms and each other's body heat.
We didn't get to sleep until long after midnight, though. Lying against Teri
in that tight bag just made me too horny. My hard, throbbing cock pressed up
against her crotch, demanding to be let in to its own tight, warm, sleeping
bag! It found the opening, and slipped inside. Mmmmmm....
We kissed and embraced tightly as my cock thrust into her and filled her up
inside. For an hour, maybe two or three, we lay there just like that, not
moving too much, not "fucking", just hugging each other tightly as my hips
moved just a little bit from side to side and up and down, making my cock
slide and wiggle about inside her. (But then, this is how we spend many an
evening before going to sleep.) My tongue slid across her face and slid in
between her lips, feeling its away across teeth and gums and warm, flesh. Her
tongue slithered along mine and into my mouth, and we sucked on each other's
tongues in turns. Then I drew my hips back a little, and THRUST my cock hard
into her!
Teri's lips parted and released my tongue as she moaned with delight. My sore
legs and hips complained, but the sensations from my blazing cock overrode
those other sensations! I rammed my throbbing meat into her over and over,
and the sleeping bag rolled back and forth as our bodies banged against each
other. I took one of her delicious breasts in my hand and squeezed it as I
kissed her hungrily and continued to drive her wild from all directions. Then
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her body hard against mine as I felt my
hot sticky cum stream into her.
Sometime a little after daybreak the next morning, I woke up. As usual when I
wake up, I felt horny all over again! So I woke Teri up in my favorite
manner: more devourment and another blast from my hard cock. Then I unzipped
the rainfly and poked my head out, and found myself staring into another tent.
A young couple sat in the tent, looking at ours, and when they saw my head pop
out, they giggled and waved. Teri's head, upside-down, poked out underneath
mine, and her hand flew to her mouth when she saw that we had company.
"Did you sleep well?" the man asked with a light but noticeable German accent.
"Uh yeah, very well! When did you two get up here?"
"Oh we hiked up here in the morning, then we went further down the ridge as
far as we could. Got back here just in time to hear your lovely companion
shreak!" The man's companion, who was quite pretty herself, broke out in
laughter.
"Is that your van down below?" I asked. The man nodded, then got up and
walked over to our tent. "I'm Frank," he said, extending his hand. I let go
of Teri's bosom and shook his hand. "And this is my wife, Kelli!" I
introduced Teri and myself, then excused myself for a moment as we slipped
back inside and got dressed, giggling and tickling each other to make it
harder for the other to get quickly dressed.
Together the four of us hiked back down the trail, sharing stories and
laughter along the way.
--- R.E.E.
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