Fuck Mountain is usually a place where people go to have fun, but not always. Sometimes there's work to be done there and it looks like today I was going to have to do that work.
As we already know, Christopher Columbus was not the first person to sail to America. See 500 years or so before that, a Chinese ship sailed there. They landed and traveled all the way to the area we all know as Fuck Mountain. There they made preparations for a ritual to take place 1000 years in the future.
I know what you're all thinking, wouldn't it have made more sense for Native Americans to have just done the ritual? Well, Native Americans are very protective of their culture and so having them do it wouldn't fly in today's climate. Yes, even in a silly short story that's been posted on an erotic literature website.
Anyway about me. I'm a dude. One day I got a little bored and joined a cult that's dedicated to fulfilling the ritual that was set in motion all those years ago. That's pretty much it. I do nature photography in my spare time as a hobby in case you're interested. Oh you aren't? That's too bad then.
So here we are at the top of Fuck Mountain. The ritual's about to begin and that ritual's going to involve fucking, which is apt for Fuck Mountain.
I take my place alongside a female cult member. We look in each other's eyes for a second. Even though we've never met before we were about to do the most intimate thing two people can do to each other. And you know what? I think we were both ok with that, glad even. We both know that there's no room for awkwardness in a fling like this, there's only room for fucking.
Gazing into her irises I know she feels the same way. Even though the only reason for us to have sex is because others demand us to, there's no reason for us not to enjoy it. With a coy smile that somehow seems to be exuding confidence, she steps forward to me.
I smile in response. Without a word I lower my arms onto her shoulders. I pause a sec to let the mood just flow before tightly gripping her shirt. She knows the deal and is happy for it to continue. She raises her arms while I pull her shirt upwards. Higher, higher it goes until it's all the way upwards.
Figuring she should give me a break, she reaches around to unhook her bra and gently takes it off, letting her pert breasts to be unrestricted at last. She knows what we're doing is utilitarian in its purpose but that still doesn't stop her from adopting a half cocked stance with her hips slightly skewed to help turn me on. I don't complain, there's no reason to complain about beauty.
She then steps forward a sec, it's time for me to fulfill my part of the deal on the whole clothing thing. She has the chance to just simply take off my shirt, but that's not good enough for her. She instead goes on her tippy toes and leans into me. I graciously accept whatever weight she wants to lade on me.
She leans her chin on my shoulder before rubbing up her neck against mine. After that she gives the side of my face a nice juicy kiss to further incentivize me. It's not like I needed more incentive but in this case there's not such a thing as too much incentive.
With that I automatically lift my arms so she can take off my shirt too. We stand there with our tops off, my chest rubbing against her bare breasts. Pretty soon other parts of our bodies would be touching too. To make that happen I reach for her pants and she reaches for mine. Together we pull of any other garments that may dare keep the two of us apart.
With us standing completely nude in front of each other, it is my turn to do the leaning. I slightly tilt my body weight to indicate it's time for us to go lower. She agrees.
We're lying down now, me on top of her, ready to complete this ritual. She nods lustily to give whatever approval I need. In that moment it became clear. Though we started out trying to fulfill someone else's plan, we have since made a plan of our own. A plan to enjoy ourselves, with each other and by each other.
I move myself inside her... And then I finish. What? I don't last very long.
