Night Terror

The torch automatically intensified when the ground dipped slightly, like a search light piercing the darkness. A cricket squeaked in the night, first growing louder, then falling behind them as they glided past. Fireflies blinked in a large clearing below. The cable car passed 100 yards away, descending quickly and passing out of sight between two small hills.
“My God, this is so beautiful?” the girl gasped again. Look there’s another city,” she pointed to the east.

“From the very top of the mountain you can see seven major cities,” the tour guide nodded. He suddenly noticed how the torch seemed to light the different angles of her face, giving her a classic, unreal beauty. Her dark red hair seemed to have a life of it’s own. Like a medusa, her hair spread around her in tiny, beautiful red tentacles, ever-moving and ever-seeking, perhaps a new victim or lover.

“I can’t even see the other’s,” the red haired woman said shyly. “We’re all alone.”
“It’s a large mountain and we are but small mortals,” he said, pretending to quote some famous author.
“Are you a member of the mile-high club,” she asked unexpectedly.
“Is that a proposition?”
“And if it was?”
“I would be honored,” he said, altering his descent to draw closer to her.
“Hand me your torch,” he said, extending his hand.
“Why?”
“Unlike the others, I know how to turn off the recording devices,” he said with an evil laugh.
“You mean those first two blondes…” she stopped, giggling to herself.
“Every little bump and grind will be recorded,” he said, giving the base of her torch a deaf twist. He handed the torch back and did the same to his own.

“They should make a wonderful movie. Now, we are truly alone,” he said, gliding closer until they touched. He inhaled deeply of her unique perfume. It was enticing, irresistible. She suddenly looked VERY desirable. In fact she just might be the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Her green eyes seemed to grow larger as he looked into them. He believed that her hair even glowed brightly, but he refused to take his eyes off hers. In a moment her hands sought his body.
“There’s a mesh bag in your backpack to hold clothing,” he whispered. She reached back and found his first. It was attached to his belt by a strong cord.

In a moment they were both naked. Cold, in the chilled evening air, the guide was happy to make contact with the redhead. She was warm and soft against his skin. She seemed to melt into every curve and bump as if they were made for each other. He ran his left hand over her soft, ample breasts. His breath came faster as he ran his hand down to her soft pliable ass cheek and held it in a firm grasp. His lips met her’s, her tongue snaked into his mouth, searching as if it had a life of it’s own.

The guide felt himself getting hot, hotter than he could ever remember getting with previous women. This girl was different, like the first time he’d ever made love to a woman, only stronger. He was shaking like a school boy.
His hand snaked into the crack of her ass. His tongue explored her mouth, while his fingers explored her ass.

Spinning slowly as they drifted down the mountain, with their right hands intertwined and held above their heads like dancers, with the disks contained inside, they kissed and withered in the air as they passed slowly over trees, streams, and meadows.

The guide released the redhead’s hand and sank down her body until he faced her soft breasts. With a gentle touch and soft lips he kissed and explored her breasts until she shivered beneath his touch. She was breathing rapidly, out of control. She suddenly dropped her hand to grab his face, and was pulled out of his arms.

“Release the disk,” he called as she fell. “The belt will fly itself,” he whispered, dropping his own hand so he could join her. They both slid the disks into their pouches and held on to each other, exploring, kissing, shivering under the lips of the other. In a moment they went into the 69 position. The tour guide nuzzled her soft, swollen pedals of flesh. She smelled sweet and delicious. His eager lips sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. He pulled on the flesh of her pussy, then sought out her clit and sucked briefly. His tongue suddenly slid in and out of her warm envelope of flesh.

She gasped and withered beneath him. He felt his cock enter her hot lips and slide completely inside. The guide had a firm 6 and 1/2 inches of cock, it was enough, if not enormous, but he had never seen anybody take his entire length into their mouth right up to his balls, until now. It felt heavenly. Her nose was pressed against his balls. Her throat muscles worked over the length of his cock, milking it even though her mouth never move.

The guide’s mouth sucked her clit. His teeth pulled and released it, then he sucked harshly, while his nose sank into her dark, sweet vulva. Her juices coated his face and nose. He worked his face farther into her pussy. She was hot on his face. He felt as if her pussy would engulf him, swallow his face first, then the rest of his body like a snake eating a frog.

Her soft thighs bent forward and he found his head clamped between her legs. His hands sought and clamped onto her firm ass. He ate her savagely, wanting to make her feel as wonderful as he felt. He could feel the fire building in his loins. He would cum in her mouth, while she came against his face. He wanted to sink his cock into those hot, wet, pussy lips, but there was plenty of time, all night if they liked.

“Oh, uh, uh, unh,” she groaned, withdrawing her mouth so only the head of his cock filled her lips. She groaned even louder, her cries beginning to echo off the rocks and trees below. Her lips sucked the head of his cock automatically, while she concentrated on the pleasure spreading between her own soft thighs. The tour guide was good, very experienced.

With his face tightly clamped between her legs she humped her hot sex against his face, while he lapped her pussy with long, hard strokes of his tongue. She withered, crying ever-louder. Suddenly she stiffened and screamed, clamping his head in a death-grip, she shuddered and pumped her pussy against his face. The guide wanted to pull his cock out of her mouth before she bit him, but she refused to release it.

He stopped trying when it was evident that her orgasm was lessening. In a moment she lay limp in his arms, breathing harshly around his cock.

The guide held completely still, with his mouth held over her wet pussy, unmoving other than a gentle sucking motion. In a moment her legs opened, as if by magic. Holding onto his waist, she turned and faced him, then kissed him passionately, even though her juice still coated his face. She smiled and licked his face clean, while he squirmed in discomfort.

“I want to fuck you hard,” he whispered. Somehow she looked even more beautiful in her disheveled state with her hair going in all directions, her breath heaving in her chest. He was just inches from her face, her hard, pointed nipples pocked against his chest. Her warm skin seemed to give him comfort, and a sensual pleasure.

“Let’s make love now,” he gasped, before kissing her again. She responded eagerly, then pulled away. A shadow crossed her face. He wondered if he had said something wrong, but a sudden smile lit her face again, before she kissed him and turned and turned to slid down until she hung between his feet. She held each of his feet in her hands. She pulled until her crotch met his. He quickly positioned his cock downward and entered her dripping wet pussy. One of her legs was in his face. He hugged it tightly against his chest. The other was behind his back. From this position his cock seemed huge inside her. It sank between her hot, wet lips slowly, gently, endlessly. Eventually her pelvis was pressed tightly against his own. She held onto his legs and began pulling herself against him. He moaned in pleasure as his long cock sank up to the hilt, filling her abdomen with hot meat. The intense heat of her pussy had him throbbing, straining to grow inside her. He wanted to fill her to her stomach.

She pulled her pussy into his hard, throbbing cock, while he held onto her foot and slowly sucked her toes into his mouth. With his loins growing hotter, he mindlessly felt her pussy grasping and releasing his cock, as it slid in and out. Brutally, hurting both her and him, she pounded her pelvis into his. The wet slap of meat echoed loudly off the passing scenery. The guide felt like he was entering the kingdom of heaven. He had never felt so complete, so sexy and brutal. He was changing, growing, becoming more than just himself. He now knew what it meant to make love, and he was making love, not having mere sex. Sex itself was puny and insubstantial, as insignificant as taking a piss. This was more, this was love.

They made love harshly, madly, mindlessly as they gently glided down the mountain. The tour guide new he would remember that night forever. This woman had spoiled him for any other woman on earth. There was no other woman on earth for him, she was the only one. He felt as if his very soul was being sucked into her body through his cock. He could feel himself melting into her. He could feel her heat intensifying. In a moment the heat became uncomfortable, then intolerable. Where he felt he never wanted to be separated from he before, he now tried in vain to pull himself loose. Even as his seed filled her vagina, he struggled to pull free, all in vain.
The tour guide suddenly screamed as the heat seared his flesh. He tried to push the woman away, but they seemed to be glued together. He could smell his flesh cooking. Agony ripped through his body. In a moment the heat of her body melted through her web belt and she fell a dozen feet to the ground. She landed on her feet like a cat, naked and glorious. Like a lion, she shook her hair back and sniffed the air. She looked up at the screaming, burning man and a frown darkened her face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, then ran off into the forrest.

“One by one the tourists glided into base camp. The last two, the tour guide and an unknown woman, were drifting slowly toward camp, in no great hurry. Later they appeared to drift far apart, drifting gently perhaps under automatic control. An hour later the woman’s burned, empty belt approached the base camp and dropped to the ground. Fourteen minutes later, the tour guide drifted in. His body was blackened and lifeless. Women screamed, men turned away in horror. A search and investigation began immediately. Since both belts were burned, technicians immediately checked the belts for a malfunction, only to find they were functioning perfectly.

The coroner was tempted to rule the death as spontaneous human combustion, but chose to make the official cause of death, “by unknown causes.” An intensive search for the woman’s body began. She was never found. Months passed and the search was called off. Stories of ghosts, meteorites, and terrorists circulated, but nothing was ever found. It was one of the 21st century’s greatest mysteries.

Lars Paterson rubbed his hands together in front of his fireplace. He looked at the empty wood box and sighed. It was cold outside. He hated to make another trip to the wood pile, but it was necessary. The snow looked beautiful, gliding past his front windows, but it was cold.
He bundled up and opened his front door. To his amazement, he saw a beautiful red-haired woman standing in front of his door, looking down at his welcome mat, rubbing it with a bare foot. She was stark naked, leaning against the door sill. She seemed to be exhausted although not cold. She should have been freezing. But the only thought which entered Lars’ mind was that she was alone and naked. He gasped and stepped back, then ran forward and pulled her inside.

“My God, you must be freezing,” he said as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her.
She flinched away from him at his words, but eagerly welcomed the blanket. “No, but I’m hungry and tired. Can I stay?” she begged with big green eyes that seemed to grow as he looked into them.
“Sure, sure, stay as long as you like,” he gasped, holding the blanket around her naked body.
“Where did you come from?” he gasped, noticing her enticing perfume.
“I’ve been through hell,” she said with a dark, serious look. She slowly turned away. A brief wicked smile which lit her face. Her eyes glowed briefly. She licked her lips, then turned to face him. “Pure hell,” she said again, before pulling him into a kiss.