Chapter 1
Amy Forbes was stalking a naked man.
A good thing her husband, Calvin, couldn't see her now! As she crossed the forest meadow, her blue denim shirt was open and the cloth brushed her stiff nipples, making her feel little tendrils of sexual excitement. Her heart was beating fast and there was sweat on her brow and her upper lip. Her cunt was sticky and she knew her juice showed through on the V of her jeans because she wore no panties.
Bitch in heat! She laughed nervously as she crouched by a rock. What sensible woman wouldn't be in heat, having seen the big cock on the bearded hippie up ahead. She'd seen that magnificent prong three times from the distance; today she meant to make a closer acquaintance.
There he was-alone, bare-assed naked, moving up the meandering Crescent River towards the falls. He'd probably jump in for a swim in the pool below the falls as he'd done yesterday. Amy felt thrills of anticipation. She'd swum naked in that pool a few times herself, but always alone. Today it would be different.
Everything was different in her life since last night. That was when she'd picked up the phone in Mountain Rest and heard her husband talking to the waitress, Millie, in Silver Tip. Telling Millie how much he'd enjoyed her sucking his cock. In the two years they'd been married it'd never occurred to her that Calvin would sneak out for sex.
True, Calvin dug oral sex like mad and she didn't. But Amy was so conscious of her own beauty, so self-satisfied with her body, that it was wildly impossible that any man married to her, with her strong sex drive, would look elsewhere.
The battle had been short and bitter. Amy's aunt and uncle, who owned Mountain Rest, were away for the week on a business trip, so they had the place to themselves. He shouted, she broke some dishes in the restaurant.
"Get out!" she cried. "Go to your cocksucking fatty in Silver Tip."
"I'll go," he said sullenly. "As soon as your folks get back, I'll go. I've been thinking on it. You want too much sex anyway."
That was the second insult. Amy knew she had a lusty libido and that Calvin had a hard time keeping up with her. But she wasn't oversexed, not at all!
"You want everything," he poured it on. "You even begged me once to fuck your butt. You're damn near a pervert!"
That did it. She was so furious and hurt that she cried herself to sleep alone in her aunt's big bed in the main house, leaving him to their own quarters next to the Mountain Rest restaurant and garage.
This morning, while he avoided her, she thought of nothing except Chris, the naked hippie. He and his girl-friend/wife/whatever, had been camping in the wild and lonely Mount Sexton area for the past several days. They apparently loved the outdoors and liked to go nude. Twice Amy had seen Chris during her midday break, once with the girl, once going alone towards the pool.
Then yesterday the two of them showed up at Mountain Rest for lunch. It was weird talking to the handsome bearded young man, covertly glancing at the lump in his pants after already having seen him naked. He didn't know. His slip of a blonde wife didn't know. Yesterday, before the fight with Calvin, Amy had with difficulty thrust the erotic little incident out of her mind. But since the fight, all she could think about was the naked man with the Greek god body.
Chris now stopped, turned and looked back in her direction. Amy crouched against a rock. Her heart beat faster. Had his skinny teen-aged woman followed him?
She put her binoculars on him and studied his face anxiously. No; he'd turned to stare at a hawk that had plunged out of the blue sky with sudden ferocity, probably after a rabbit in the meadow. Amy seldom noticed such natural events herself.
Her glasses wandered from the bearded face downwards: the big shoulders, the flat belly, finally the thickening blond trail of hair that led from his belly button to his pubic patch and that long, elegant piece of meat that hung between his legs. For thrilled seconds she stared at his sex equipment, the cock, his full testicles, the strong loin mass. What a man! It made her dizzy.
Calvin's cock was shorter and thicker and sometimes hurt her, but it was Calvin's lackadaisical use of it that had made their sex life degenerate, she thought. Or was Calvin all to blame? Perhaps she was oversexed, even a pervert...
Chris turned and went on. He had a better ass than Calvin, too. It was round and full, more like her own than Calvin's narrow muscled buttocks. She did like to see a good ass on a man. Chris lacked body hair and that thrilled her too. That and his merry blue eyes that had devoured her full figure at the restaurant. He'd been outrageously clever yesterday, not letting Calvin or his wisp of a girl see his admiring looks.
There-he was gone into the shadow of the trees.
Amy took off her binocs, slid out of her shirt and jeans-her only clothing-and eased into the river which moved sedately at this place on the high meadow. The water, off Mount Sexton, was cold but she was used to it; she burned with her own internal heat.
It felt good to swim, her strong muscles pulling her upstream towards the shaded pool. She felt light and dainty and the water slid over her skin in sensuous waves, like the light caress of an eager lover.
Insects hummed, birds made their cheerful calls as she entered the stately pool below the falls, an entrancing, secret place of nature that belonged on a picture postcard.
"Hi!"
"Ohmigod!" she said with a little scream and brought her hands up to cover her full naked breasts, treading water, as the beaming blond face suddenly appeared before her. He'd seen her sooner than she'd expected and apparently swum up to her underwater.
"I seem to have found your private swimming pool," he said, also treading water beside her. "Sorry."
She felt herself blush in spite of her boldness. His voice was mellow and he looked like a living Greek god that had just stepped down from a marble pedestal.
"You couldn't have known," she said and coyly swam away from him.
Oh, couldn't I? he thought. He'd rather expected something like this ever since that luncheon. Imagine finding a sex treasure like this up on the wild, lonely mountain. There'd been no doubt of the interest in the large hazel eyes of the woman. He guessed she wandered the area a bit, might even have seen him and Tippy roaming nude.
His cock had been half hard-watching that lithe body swim slowly into the pool. The flashes he'd gotten of her lush nude breasts now brought him to full erection.
"Warm day," he said, swimming alongside. His voice blended pleasantly, musically, with the rushing silver sound of the waterfall.
"September-often like this." She had swum to a place where she could stand with the water lapping at her shoulders and stopped. She knew the exact spot. He stood beside her, neither grinning in a silly fashion of embarrassment nor grabbing at her.
"I'm afraid I've spoiled your swim," she said.
"Nonsense. We're both adults and can handle nudity. I can see you love nature as I do, Amy. It is Amy, isn't it?"
"Yes... Chris." She felt very tense now. Everything depended on the next few seconds. And it was all in his hands. Having stalked and found her man, all her nerve had fled. She was a little frightened at her own temerity.
"Why should we not enjoy God's outdoors?" he asked. "Also why cover the beautiful bodies nature gave us with ugly clothes? I go naked whenever I can."
"Yes." She was suddenly terribly aware of her nudity and vulnerability. "I was curious as to why you two came here to Sex Mountain-most people vanish after Labor Day."
"Sex Mountain?"
"Yes. The full name is Sexton Mountain, but the county put up a sign on the main road a few years ago, "Sex. Mountain." An abbreviation. People really ribbed the County Commissioners on that and it was taken down; but the nickname stuck."
He smiled. "I like it in the short form. To answer your question, Tippy wanted us to come here. Tippy's from that little town down below."
"Crescent Valley."
"Yes. And she knew an old hermit that used to live up here. Old Nickerson. I understand he died last April and people have been searching his cabin for buried money of some kind."
Amy laughed. "Lots of people have hunted for that money. Old hermit... lives alone in the woods... dies... left buried money."
"What do you believe?"
"Strangely enough, I think there is some money. I've seen him flash a big roll at the restaurant at Mountain Rest. He hated the banks, the city, everything citified. Finding it's a different story. I'm afraid it doesn't interest me that much."
"Nor me," said Chris. He moved closer to her. "Real wealth is good health, love... "
Here it comes, she thought. She began to panic. She had to get out of here. "I... really made a mistake... I should've checked the pool first."
"I've got a better idea."
"What's that?" she asked in a flat voice. Here comes the pass and I'll have to refuse. It's just too... crude.
"Let's race around the lake," he said, blue eyes filled with laughter. She laughed too and struck out at once. Her heart began to sing. It was going to be all right.
She's a sure fuck if I handle it right, he thought as they raced. She stayed ahead of him, but he didn't mind. Athlete he wasn't and the sight of her nude body sliding through the water, gleaming, made up for losing. What luck! What a voluptuous treasure! He was crazy to crawl her, yet held back for three laps of the pool. Then, out of breath, he seized her by the arm and led her to the shore.
He panted. "I give up!"
She laughed. "Weakling!"
They walked ashore, hand in hand and he fell on the sweet long grass, face up to the golden sun. His cock jutted up full length and powerful. He couldn't help it and seemed not to care. She stretched out beside him.
She, too, was out of breath, her full breasts heaving, her pink nipples stretched taut by the water and the excitement. He took her by the wrist and brought her hand across his belly to hold his stiff manhood. Her warm fingers hesitated, then closed over his cock and he thrilled.
"I'm going to fuck you, Amy."
"I know it," she said in a flat voice, half-scared, thrills chasing over her.
He rolled onto her voluptuous body and into her saddle without another word. Her cunt was so swollen and wet and her internal heat so fierce that he gave a cry of delight after he drove his blade into her body. This was followed by a groan of pleasure as her golden gates slowly opened to his male penetration. The squeeze of her vagina was incredible.
After months of slim little Tippy, this rich-bodied almost peasant-like creature was a riot of pleasure. Her powerful loins thrust up almost as strong as his. Tippy had a shorter channel, but then Tippy was only sixteen; this luscious woman was perhaps twenty-five. He felt her body revel in his massive fuck strength and she took the whole thrust of his cock with a cry of pleasure.
"Oh... my... God! You have a... big cock... "
"So sweet, so full," he murmured. "Oh, Amy, fuck baby, you're luscious!" He felt his fires raging and hurried to capture her full tits in his mouth.
"Ah!" She cried in ecstasy as he sucked and dragged on her big, bare nipples. "You're fucking me!"
"Oh... so lusty... so tenderrrr... "
He was rocking faster now. The hot friction made him sweat and their naked bodies sucked together obscenely. This was hot, premium fucking at its best!
She responded thoroughly to his thrusting blade, almost lifting him with her lively hip movement as if trying to escape, yet he sensed her deep need to get his cock into her every crevice.
She has no children, he thought wildly. She's got a smooth vaginal tunnel. "Oh, God, God, you're a sweet, lovely fuck!" he cried. He held her face between his hands now, staring deep into those large, hazel eyes.
"I'm going to f-fuck a baby into you!" he said.
When he said that, Amy almost came. Calvin was terrified of making a baby in her-this stranger wanted her guts, wanted her cunt, wanted to burst the walls of her womb and spurt life seed into her most feminine being. What a compliment.
"You c-can't!" she said. She laughed. "You're not... man enough!" She gripped his bucking loins tighter with her thighs.
Her words almost made him come. This beautiful creature must be the sexiest fuck in the State! She was built for baby-making, by God and he was going to sear her with the hottest sperm going.
Her lush vagina bathed his cock with copious girl oil that seethed against his cock and delighted it. He could feel her sex juice on his tight balls, down his thighs and hers.
"Amy, you've met your master!" he said and began to fuck faster. He held her head and forced his lips on hers. For a second she shyly resisted and then her mouth opened and he tongue-fucked into her mouth, washing her teeth, rubbing and nipping her tongue, greedily stealing her saliva. He rose and rose, thrill upon thrill.
Used to Calvin's fast thrusts and quick spends, Amy could hardly believe the splendor of this Greek god's love making. He rode her tenderly at first, his long prick using all of her channel. His powerful, steady thrusts were new to her experience-all her sexual being was opened by this powerful cock.
"Oh, God! I'm fucked... I'm fucked!" she cried in delight. The virile blade stroked her clitoris with delicious force that made her whole belly glow and she felt the swelling delight down to her toes. His mouth was busy, too.
"My breasts... ohhh... " she said, on fire from his strong teeth and sexy tongue.
She came quickly in a light orgasm that lifted her to a rosy glow, the quick release paced to Calvin's short fucks. He brushed past this, not even noticing and now she was a crazy, fucked bitch feeling the sweet terror of a powerful male that was going to blow the top of her head off.
"I... fuck... baby... make it!" she stammered, letting her whole being respond. After two years with Calvin she'd forgotten sex could be so rich. He was hammering her strong belly into complete submission. She wished he would finger her asshole, too; she was a greedy woman when aroused, but she quickly forgot that. Wave after wave of erotic ecstasy filled her as he fucked her faster and faster. They both were slipping into an animal state.
"I... I... oh... going... "
"Ah! Uh... oh... fuck!"
Then Amy felt a tingle in her toes and knew that her blissful sex death had begun. "Oh, Ch-Chris," she moaned; then: "OH, CHRISSSS!"
He sensed her capitulation and fucked her faster. Piercing, tender waves began to overcome her.
"I... oh... uh... th-think... AHHHH!"
Everything stopped and she floated on a cloud high above Crescent Meadow. Her whole body locked; she stopped breathing and then her cunt began to spasm... squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! She was loose and gone now, open and taken, surrendering to massive orgasm from the cock of her Greek god. Her whole belly seemed to discharge in electric splendor at the climactic fury of her taking. Then she went still in a delicious sex faint...
Maddened by the triumph of his fuck, at feeling her cunt squeezes of passion and her pleasure distress, Chris fucked three more lusty shoves and imagined his swollen cock touching the wall of her womb.
Ecstasy seized him. "Amy, no, YESSSS!" he cried. He froze and hung in utter ecstasy over his conquest. Then the first magnificent relieving throb. Another, another... liquid fire seemed to pour from his body into hers as he seeded her with hot blasts of sperm that made him jerk helplessly.
"Ahhhhh!" He sighed and then grunted and subsided into low pleased groans as his cock kept spurting hot jism into her rich guts. At last he finished, sinking down on feathery clouds to his own sex death, completely spent. He'd never experienced a conquest like this in all of his nineteen years.
They lay fuck-locked for a while and then parted reluctantly. Even in his sexual languor he couldn't keep his hands off her lush naked breasts, so full, firm meaty.
"Is that guy at the restaurant-garage your husband?"
"Calvin? Yes. We met in the city but we couldn't stand it. So we came back here where I was raised, to work for my aunt and uncle. You won't see them because they're away this week on business. Just Calvin and I are running Mountain Rest."
"You have an open marriage?"
She turned and kissed him, then fondled the Greek god cock that was drying with their combined juices. "No, but I think my marriage is doomed. Yesterday, I found out... well, I decided it's my time to roam, especially... " She didn't finish because she'd started to say 'especially when there's a man built like a god in the neighborhood.' Her body felt absolutely fabulous after that great fuck-lock and release; now the sun was caressing her, the wind whispering in the trees, the steady, quiet thrum of the waterfall soothing her.
"You married to your... whatever." She asked in her turn.
"Tippy? Yes, although not in a church. We make our own rules and rituals. But I need more sex than she does and I believe that love is free and open between any two people-or more-that want to express themselves. I wouldn't be afraid for her to have seen the glorious expression we just created."
There was a touch of superiority in his tone and she felt jealous of him and even more jealous of his little girl that owned this magnificent cock.
He went on: "Our only problem is this money in the old hermit's cabin. If she finds it, she'll want to leave. I love this area and want to stay. That could make trouble."
"Nobody's found it yet," she said. Right then she hoped his Tippy would find it and take off, leaving him behind. "Lots have looked. Right now the cabin just sits there. The county's taking it over for back taxes, so I guess it'll sit there like it is until next April."
He rose and pulled her up. "Another race?"
"Just a swim," she laughed. "Chris, I feel so good!"
"Me too."
They swam and disported like children for the next half hour or so, the sex need inside of both of them rising slowly, inevitably.
She learned that his full name was Chris Donaldson, that he'd come from a good home in the city and turned his back on material ways of the world. That Tippy Talbot had grown up in Crescent Valley and met him on the road. He learned that the Mountain Rest restaurant-garage ran on odd hours, in the middle of the morning, the middle of the afternoon and a couple of hours at night.
"Regular meal times people either plan to be at Silver Tip, five miles up towards the crest, or down in the town of Crescent Valley. That's twenty miles below us," she said. "So we follow the tourist hours, catch 'em in between. I'm on my midday break now."
Then they were back in the long grasses of the shore, slowly, delectably, kissing and fondling one another. It felt so good to be intimate and relaxed at the same time, she thought. That first intercourse was always a nervous thing, a wild thing, each soul tearing at the other for quick satisfaction.
"Now's the premium sex time." Amy sighed, feeling the fire in her nipples from his eager mouth. "It's still all new and yet you know it's going to be all right."
"Not all right," he said. "I've got a surprise for you." He parted her legs and inserted his stiff prick against her wet cunt lips. He penetrated her slowly and Amy felt light-headed with new-growing desire as his piston parted her vaginal walls in sensuous slow force, his stiff meat riding in tantalizing fashion over her distended clitoris. Thrills, shocks, waves of pleasure rode up from her belly.
"What... surprise?"
"You'll s-see," he promised and began a series of long, slow thrusts that set her nerves racing with delight. Presently she began to grunt her pleasure.
"Faster, lover! Fu-fuck, fuck!" she whispered.
He laughed and held her by the hips and continued his long slow strokes. She began to thrust and buck her loins for faster friction, hungry for the cock to master her guts. Presently she was gasping, sweating, twitching, fucking against him while he kept up the slow measured action like a machine that wouldn't stop.
"Oh, Chris, ohmigod! I th-think... OH, CHRIS!"
He rode right over her cunt explosion, sweetly taking and making her while she grunted like a piglet, felt the roll of ecstasy and clipped his cock with her spasms. It was a rich, fructive spend that pierced her innermost being. She rested, feeling the drive of that strong, inevitable cock still riding her. Did a woman ever have such a beautiful lover?
"Oh, Chris... your cock... masterful... incredible."
He was sweating himself now and she could feel his stiff meat throb with warnings of his spend but he kept at it in her saddle. To her surprise, her belly lifted quickly and she was soon bucking again against his powerful cock.
"Not againnnn!" she whined. There was no way she could respond as hard as before, but he was driving her up to an open, erotic pleasure haze that would force her into constant spasms.
"Deep love, the best!" He began to kiss her, suck her saliva, reach her sex reserve. Her breasts were so tender now from his usage that she wanted to scream. Her second ecstasy was light and fluttering and exquisite, her dutiful cunt paying a second tribute. And still he fucked her.
"Oh, Chris! I'm... I'm... " Her eyes got glazed, her whole being completely locked to his cock action now, as if it was an extension of his driving cock. She was a tamed animal bitch, whimpering under him.
Conquering and seeding little Tippy was an exercise in quick, hot delight, but Chris always had to hold back a little. Master fucking this full-bodied, strong woman was an incredible erotic pleasure, a cunt worthy of a powerful cock that could ride hard for a half hour. She was squeezing and panting now.
"Oh, Chris, I can't! I ca-can't!" she begged as she rose for her third orgasm of this round.
"You will!" he commanded and felt the glorious teasing tickle in the back of his brain that shot to his toes and made his whole body alive and on fire.
"Baby, Amy... taking y-y-y-you!" he cried. He fucked furiously now, the hot rich friction sending him up quickly to the glory precipice.
"Aww, no. CHRIS... I-I-I... "
She surged up against him and burst, her cunt quaking in long almost hurting spasms as her whole body jerked helplessly in her delicious sex distress. All time stopped for her and she rode into soft cotton-pink delirium.
Chris stopped, cried out in ecstasy. "GONE!" and felt his crazed, teased sex deliver the first flaming bullet of hot jism deep in her body. Grunting, he held her tight and worked off the huge spurting mechanism that sent delight along his backbone from brain to toe. For once and the only time in his life, he was completing a full-force fuck and the spends kept coming until he whimpered and shuddered and then began to relax. Even after the last spurt of his rich sex had expended in her, his cock throbbed dryly in diminishing desire and eagerness. What a glorious, riotous fuck this voluptuous woman could take from him!