Going down the mountain

I can’t believe I’m sitting here typing this story. I needed to get this off of my chest for the longest time, and I haven’t been able to talk about it with any of my friends because they all know my wife and would never look at me in the same light again.

I never planned on cheating on her, and don’t think I will ever do it again. But this one time was perfect, unplanned, and unimaginable. It all took place about 2 months ago…

My wife and I are both teachers, well I used to be a teacher but have returned to school to get my law degree. School was just out for both of us. I was about to start my internship with the District Attorney, my wife had just left for teacher’s conference in San Francisco – I didn’t join her this year because she wouldn’t be back until Wednesday and my new job started on Monday.

I got up early Sunday morning and decided to go for a bike ride in the foothills. My wife doesn’t like to ride off-road, but we often take hikes this way so I thought I knew the best trails – secluded but not too tough. I was wrong.

After about I’d gone about 12 miles of mostly climbing fairly tough switchbacks I was finally cresting the hill and had worked up quite a sweat. I spotted a steep little down hill section that looked like it lead to a nice view of the valley and decided to race down it…unfortunately I burst a tire on the way down and skidded to a pathetic stop at the bottom. With my bike out of commission I thought my day was a bust – I did not look forward to carrying it all the way back down the hill.

I hefted the bike and started strolling, but decided to keep to the cliffside – it was a narrow path, but offered the best views and the most shade – the California sun gets particularly scorching at around 1:30pm.

After about 15 minuetes of fast hiking, I decided to set down my bike and have a drink. I’m not in the best of shape, so this was really kicking my ass. That’s when I heard it:

“FUCK YOU, I’m so sick of your shit! I wish I could throw your cheating ass from this fucking mountain you lying bastard! I can’t believe you were so fucking stupid as to let me find that tape of you banging that FUCKING WHORE!”

It was a woman’s voice, and I waited for a moment to hear the response of her cheating lover. I didn’t particularly want to walk in on this lovers’ spat so I chilled there for a minute.

“You broke my goddamn heart you bastard. I can’t believe we were going to get married in just 2 months. I hope you are happy with that little skank, because you just lost the best thing in your life!”

I hadn’t heard any response, either this guy was silent, whispering, or she’d already pushed the bastard off the cliff! I thought about turning back, but that would add at least another 15-20 minutes to my walk, not to mention I’d be in full sun…maybe I could just sneak by them…

“You know, I’ve been thinking about how I could get back at you, and I’ve decided I should probably fuck someone and let you see how it feels. I thought about fucking your buddy Sam – I know he’s always wanted me, and I’ll bet he has a bigger cock than you, you fucking piece of shit. But I couldn’t do that to Janelle. Maybe I’ll just head to a bar tonight and fuck the first guy who buys me a drink.”

Ok, at this point I have to admit I was getting pretty curious. I wanted to peek around the bend and see just what was going on. Maybe if it looked ok I’d run back grab my bike and just stroll on by. So I decided to have a look.

Around the corner I spotted this gorgeous woman standing in front of a small digital video cameral balanced on a boulder. She was truly a vision: funky copper hair with white-blonde streaks pulled back in a pony-tail; skin-tight black spandex shorts and a black sports bra. Her skin was the most perfect tan – it looked very natural, not fake-and-bake. She immediately looked up at me and seemed really shocked and embarrased – apparently she didn’t think anyone could hear her bearing her soul to this camera.

“Uh, hi,” I said, like an idiot.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be out here…uhh, how long have you been there?”

“Well…I mean, not that long, uhhm, well….long enough.” She looked so uncomfortable and embarrased…probably almost as embarrassed as I was! “I guess I’ve pretty much heard about how shitty your week has been.” I wanted to lighten the mood, cut the tension, anything.

In the back of my mind I was thinking, who the fuck would cheat on this girl? I have never cheated on my wife, or any of my girlfriends before we got married. I always thought if I wasn’t happy, then I owed it to my partner to let her know.

And this girl was simply gorgeous. Her vibrant copper hair had stuck to the back of her neck and I could see small rivulets of sweat running down her forehead, neck, and down her….damn those were beautiful breasts! So firm, and pert…I could just make out her nipples against the black fabric. I couldn’t help letting my eyes wander over her tanned, firm body. She had a cute bare belly – it looked firm but not overly so…no six-pack here. Instead she had an extremely feminine little “pooch” (that’s what my wife always calls it).

Her shorts were riding low, as is fashionable these days. They were so skin-tight that I could see the outline of her vulva framed by her shapely legs. I asked myself again, who would cheat on this gorgeous goddess?

“You really heard me,” she asked. “Well, great, I guess I might as well be humiliated in front of a complete stranger”.

“No wait, why would you be humiliated? Some pig cheated on you, so what? Fuck him, just be glad you found out before you got married.” I have no idea if she wanted advice, but I decided to give some anyway – she looked like she was in her mid twenties and I was there once (about 10 years ago to be exact). Maybe that’s why I was a teacher for so long, but I always liked to think I could impart a little wisdom here and there. “You know what, I think you deserve better than that pig, but I don’t think that sleeping with some guy in a bar is going to help you get even. I’m just guessing here, but I heard you say that you didn’t want his friend to cheat on his girlfriend, or wife – if you have that much respect for others, then I’m sure you respect yourself.”

“Now hold on a minute! I know you’re right, but I don’t want you thinking I’m some kind of slut – I’m not the one who cheated! I just need something to remind me to feel good about myself. I caught that pig fucking this “barbie” on camera – huge tits, all plastic, is that what men really want? Fuck that.”

“Hey,” I said, “don’t lump all men with that guy. Sure many are bastards, but not all of us would cheat, and let me tell you, just because you sound like you need to hear it, you are absolutely gorgeous.” I couldn’t believe I had just said that. I mean, I’m never that forward.

We sat down and chatted for about a half hour, and I found out that this girl was really cool. I found myself wondering what it would be like if we were to hook up? It was just fantasy at that point – you know, dream that we walk down the hill together and start dating…it wasn’t serious, I was happily married, but these types of fantasies probably run through the head of any guy sitting next to a half naked, gorgeous 22 year old woman (she just turned 22, which made her 13 years younger than me).

“You know, I decided I have to get even with him. It will give me closure. And while I’ve been sitting here I thought of a way to do it.”

I was all ears.

“I’m going to tape myself giving head to someone. He always liked me sucking him off. He said it made him feel powerful to have me on my knees with his dick in my mouth. He liked the idea that he could use me, I think he just like fucking my face and not having to worry about me, you know, he never went down o
n me.”

Well, at this my shorts were seriously feeling tight. I couldn’t believe how frankly this girl
was talking. “Well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” What the fuck was I saying, I mean somewhere out there, there is some guy who would be having this girls gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock tonight, and here I was convincing her not to do it.

“Hey, look I appreciate your advice. You’ve been really sweet, but I’m tired of having guys tell me what to do – that’s what John used to do. I’ve made up my mind and I want you to shut up for a second while I ask you something.”

“Sure, anything,” I said.

“I want you to grab that camera over there, stand up against that cliffside and get ready to be my little cameraman”.

What was she saying? I think I understood the implications, but what the fuck? Absolutely NOTHING like this has ever happened to me before. I mean, I had a hard on that would certainly need some attention when I got back home – solo attention since my wife was out of town. But I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined this would happen.

The look in her eyes pretty much said it all. Those gorgeous brown eyes, tan skin, bouncy copper hair all looking up at me with something close to pure desire. When she stood up and peeled off her top, that DEFINITELY sait it all.

She had the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen. Perfect silver-dollar sized areolas surrounded dusky pink pert nipples standing erect on slightly upturned firm breasts. They were the perfect size – I could imagine just wrapping my hand around her firm mounds, exposing only the nipple and directing it to my waiting lips and tongue.

But she had other things in mind. I stood up, more a reaction than following her earlier command. She planted her hand in my chest and pushed me back against the cliffside, then dropped to her knees in front of me – her eyes never broke contact with mine. She reached back and grabbed her camera, handed it to me and ordered me to turn it on. At this point I could do nothing but obey. The rational part of my head wanted to tell her to stop, that she would regret this later…but the rational part was simply not strong enough to get my mouth to do anything other than drool at this gorgeous young topless woman kneeling in front of me.

“I want you to tape everything I do. I also want you to enjoy yourself, that’s what I want on camera – me giving pure pleasure to a faceless, nameless guy while I suck his cock. Do whatever you want, say whatever your want. I don’t want you to ask if it’s ok – just be confident and in control…even forceful.”

I simply nodded, but didn’t think I had it in me to be “forceful”. I turned on the camera and focused it on her beautiful face. For a split second I thought about putting down the camera and stopping this whole thing right there. I mean I was about to cheat on my wife, and that is just what this girl was so upset about in the first place.

But as soon as I saw her tits through the lens of that camera something in me snapped – I felt so disconnected. It was like I was watching a porno, but obviously more real. I felt like I could enjoy what I was watching, but also like it wasn’t me so I didn’t have to feel guilty. I know that was probably just rationalization, but honestly I have never cheated before in my life. I have felt guilty when women flirt with me and I had the feeling that I could have fucked them, but didn’t.

But here I was, and there she was reaching up and unbuttoning my shorts. She slowly pulled down the zipper, pulled my shorts down to my ankles, then slipped her forefingers inside the waistband of my boxer-briefs and slowly, ever so slowly dragged them down over my hips – pulling them away from my stomach so they wouldn’t catch on my rock hard erection.

“Mmmmmnnnn”, she purred – she still had never broken eye-contact with me, she was staring straight into the camera. My cock popped forward, released from it’s confines trailing a thin strand of pre-cum down to my underwear.

She licked her lips, then finally her eyes shifted down to stare at my cock just inches in front of her face – lips parted, mouth slightly open and pink tongue slipping sweetly between her plump lips, lubing them in preparation for what was to cum.

I had something else in mind – with one hand on the camera I reached down and gripped the base of my cock, holding it tightly with the tips of my fingers. This has always been a little trick of mine, useful for many things: making the veins expand (which my wife always loved…not that I was thinking of her at all at that time), it also allows me to put pressure which can back me off from the precipice of orgasm, and allows me to direct and play with my cock – this time I pointed it at her waiting mouth and let out a little groan.

Her eyes were wide, she brought her hands up and started rubbing her tits. This was too fucking good. I dipped the head of my cock down to her lips and rubbed the slick sticky precum against her lucious lips. They were so soft, and she pursed them and briefly closed her eyes as I smeared the lube against her lips. Her head was tilted back ever so slightly, which gave me an idea which I couldn’t help but follow through on.

While gripping my cock tightly I gently smacked the head against her lips. She opened her eyes wide, and stuck out her tongue with a brief playful smile. I continued smacking my cock, now against her outstrechted coral pink tongue. I started smacking my cock from right to left against her tongue so she had to turn her head with each smack just to catch my engorged purpule head on her slick wet tongue.

She started to slip her tongue down the bottom of my cock until it reached my balls. There she was, looking up at the camera, her head tilted to her left shoulder my cock width-wise in her mouth with her tongue snaking around and coming up the right side of my cock.

I pressed my thumb down on the base of my cock, pushing my dick into her mouth like a horses bit. Her lips sliped around my fiercely hard erection – her upper lip wrapped around the right side of my cock, lower lip slipping up the left. Still holding mycock in that position she slipped her mouth away from my body, then back down my shaft until my balls were resting against her left cheek.

This was by far the best blowjob I had ever seen, and I was the recipient! A couple more times up and down my shaft and I precum was dripping of the end of my cock onto her right cheek.

This was getting a little too much for me, and I still hadn’t had a chance to REALLY get my dick in her mouth – she’d been working the shaft from the side and hadn’t really gotten a taste of my sticky lube, and I hadn’t gotten the head of my cock in that sweet wet mouth.

With a groan I released my cock, reached over and ran my fingers through her hear – when my fingers were deeply interwoven with the blond highlights in her copper tresses, I gripped tightly – pulling her hair ever so slightly. I gently tugged her face away from the bottom of my cock.

“Uhhhn,” a little groan escaped from her lips but she kept staring straight in the camera.

“You ready for me to fuck your face,” I said. I don’t know where that came from. I never spoke like that before, but looking through the camera I felt like I was someone else.

She tried to nod, and licked her lips again. But I pulled her hair again, still gently but with a little bit more command this time. Her eyes widened again and she knew that I was in control.

I swiftly pulled her hair towards me, drew her face down on my cock, and buried myself deep in her mouth. With her nose settling into my pubes at the base of my cock, it felt like I was all the way in the back of her throat. She let out a muffled “mmmff” on that first thrust, I probably surprised her a bit, maybe choking her slightly, and she was obviously fighting her gag reflex.

I pulled her head back up off my cock and saw her cheeks draw in as she started sucking with incr
eased pressure. I kept pulling her head up until my cock popped out of her mouth.

“Mmm, you like
that,” she whispered. I had to gasp at the fucking hot sight in front of me. Still on her knees, she was now pinching her nipples looking directly up at me. A trail of spit and precum ran from the tip of my cock to her bottom lip. If I could freeze frame the shot and put it on the cover of a porn I promise you you’d buy, not rent it.

“You want a little more,” I asked. She nodded and I pulled her face forward, but this time instead of plunging my rock hard shaft in her mouth, I slipped the slick head down the side of her face, and bobbed her head around. I was smearing my precum all over her left cheek, then pulled her face by my fist in her hair and dragged my cock across her face and plopped my cock on her right cheek. Her tongue snaked out and licked my cockhead as it crossed in front of her mouth.

Her face was glistening with my precum, and I felt like I was getting even harder staring at this sexy young girl kneeling before me.

I had to get my cock back in her mouth, so with a fierce grunt I pulled her face back on to my cock and pulled her head back and forth on my dick. This was by far the best head I ever had. I was totally in control, but she seemed to love that, and seemed so eager to please me.

I was fucking worked up at this point and started pulling her head up and down on my cock with much more force and aggression now. I was growling with each slam of her hot little face on my slick purple cock. Her left hand slipped down her belly, and into her shorts. I caught a glimpse inside her shorts and peeked at her coppery pubic curls – I guess the beautiful hair color was natural. Her fingers slipped down to that pussy, but to be honest there was nothing else I could focus on except fucking her face.

I kept pounding her face down on me, I could feel the head of my cock banging against the back of her throat. Every now and then a little muffled noise would escape from her, and she started humming as I continued to pound her face with reckless abandon.

I was very close now, and I think she could tell. Sweat dripped off my forehead down onto her, and for a second I had to wonder if I should cum in her mouth, or pull out and shoot it off to the side. Part of me wanted to just finish right in her mouth and watch her suck it all, but I had no idea if she’d swallow.

I looked down and saw one her left tit bouncing as I kept pounding her up and down on me and knew in that instant what I was going to do.

I pulled her face back to the left off of my dick, pressing the head against the inside of her right cheek. I pulled her face down, stretching the lips of her open mouth down over the head of my cock until it slipped out with a loud wet pop.

I then jerked her hair back, perhaps a little harder than I intended because she let out a little yelp – that wasn’t going to stop me, in fact her little cry of shock or pain was met by a fierce growl as I crouched down with my knees bending under her arms.

With her head pulled back her tits were tipped up to me. I squeezed my legs against her ribs, and slipped my cock between her soft firm tits. With a continued low growl I thrusted my cock between her tits again and again. My cock was so wet from her mouth,and her tits slick from her sweat that there was no friction and my dick just slipped back and forth.

This was it! I pulled her hair sharply again, eliciting het another yelp and rammed my cock into her chest. My balls splapped against her tits and pressed firmly between them. The head of my cock strained fiercely pointing the purple head just up over her chin. I nearly dropped the camera, almost blacked out, yelled something like, “FFFFUUUUCK” and erupted!

I was cumming all over her face. The first shot landed across her right eyebrow and eye. She immediately shut her eyes, stuck her tongue out and started moaning. The next spurt landed across her nose and on her upper lip. I was holding my dick tight against her and another spurt of cum launched up and landed square in her mouth. Another load of cum splatterd on her chin and across her cheek as the wad from her tongue slipped down her lips and dripped down her chin onto her tits.

I was drained and fell back against the cliffside. It took me a second before I realized that I was still gripping her hair. Before I let go stared one last time at this vision. Face plastered in cum, wet and dripping down her chin onto her tits, I realized that some of my load had landed in her hair – must have been that first shot that hit her eye.

She was panting, reached up to wipe the cum from her eye, and took her sticky fingers into her mouth. There she was looking deep into the camera, covered in sweat and cum, sucking on her two fingers, purring with a low sexy growl from deep in her throat – as deep as my cock had been only moments earlier.

She reached up, turned off the camera, and said “thanks!”

“Uh-huh”, I mumbled and plopped down on my knees. Before I knew it she had her top back on and was starting off on the trail down the hill.

“Wait, what’s your name?” I asked after her.

“Tori, but don’t worry we probably won’t meet again.” At that moment I really wanted to meet again. Just as soon as I regained my breath.

“But, what about you, I mean do you want…”

“Nope,” she said, ponytail bobbing behind her as she walked swiftly away. “But thanks for asking. I’ve got a good vibrator at home, and besides I actually came a few seconds before you did – when you pulled my hair at the end.”

I just sat there and watched her go. I didn’t even bother to pull my shorts up until she had disappeared down the path.

And then on wobbly legs I followed after her – I never caught up, and never saw her again…

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  1. Alan4361 says:

    That was a damn good story!

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  2. black_belt16 says:

    VERY good!! Fabulous detail. I second..that was a damn good story!

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