Fuck Mountain Ch 07

Finally I arrive at Fuck Mountain. After quite a steep uphill journey I've finally come to as good a place as any. The air has a breeze but it isn't too cold, the sun is on me but it's just making the temperature ever so warm, I'm completely isolated from everyone. Yep, this indeed seems like the place to start fucking.

I'm not sure exactly why it's called Fuck Mountain, but I assume it's because it's a mountain that you literally get to fuck. I'm don't know what the big deal is for sure but people seem to say good things about it. So I thought I might as well. One only lives once right?

Anyway, let's get to fucking. I take my back pack off and off go my clothes. Completely nude I put some lube on my dick, I trust mother nature won't give me any. I dig a little bit of a hole into the mountain that I can stick my dick into it and I get to town.

So far not so good. This mountain dirt is really hard, not soft like beach dirt. I don't know why so many people recommended Fuck Mountain instead of Fuck Beach, maybe it's the rustic charm. Whatever the appeal is, my dick certainly isn't feeling it. And I'm pretty sure that I dug this whole pretty well, I'm feeling mighty snug in it. So no fault on my hole digging expertise.

I just wish I had picked a better spot to dig the hole. The rocks surrounding it are jabbing into my pelvis with every thrust. I guess that's on me though for not picking a better spot. Maybe I should also have worn a condom instead of just going with lube. I think some of the dirt has gone up my urethra too.

Nevertheless I persevere. Maybe if I just keep at it for long enough I'll start feeling some of that Fuck Mountain magic they keep tell me about. Maybe it's supposed to hurt at first so that way when the pleasure that comes next will feel even better. At least I hope that's the case because I'd feel pretty silly if it weren't.

Suddenly a girl comes walking by. She doesn't look surprised or disgusted so I continue my coitus with the mountain. While I'm continuing the task at hand I ask her "Hey what you up to?"

"Oh I'm just here to fuck this mountain. By the looks of it you are too," she says as she begins taking off her clothes.

"Yep, I don't think I'm doing too good a job of it though from the feel of it. Maybe you can give me some pointers?" I ask.

"Yeah that might prove difficult given the differences of our genitals," she responds before stripping completely naked. She sits down on the ground with her pussy right over the ground and begins writhing on it. She also adds in a few bounces while she's at it, though I'm not sure how that will help.

"How's it going?" I ask.

"Not terribly well. In fact I think you might be at a better advantage than I am. What with your member able to jut into the ground while I have to try and create traction on frictionless dirt."

"You could try using one of the rocks protruding out of the ground," I suggest.

"Yeah but that seems like it might be uncomfortable, there's a reason why most dildos are made of rubber. And also a little unsanitary, though that's like calling the kettle black given all the dirt I'm getting up my snatch."

"Yeah I'm getting some dirt up my dick too, I have some extra water you could use after we're done to wash yourself off down there. I was planning on doing the same thing."

"I'll probably take you up on your offer," she responds. And just like that we go back to concentrating on our efforts to fuck this mountain.

After what feels like forever I finally cum inside the mountain. I don't know what everyone was raving about, my hand feels so much better than this mountain. Maybe I missed something, I don't know.

I get up and ask the girl "hey how's it going? You almost done because I've finished."

"Yeah I'm not even close but I'm thinking about packing it up anyway," she says.

And so I begin pouring up my water on my dick, giving it a quick scrub with my hand before handing the water bottle to the girl. She washes herself off in a similar matter. I'm sure a more scrupulous cleaning will be in order but that's for later.

We put our clothes back on and as we're walking down I say to the girl "hey wouldn't it be funny if we got the meaning of Fuck Mountain wrong? Like what if it were actually a mountain where people congregated to fuck instead of an actual mountain you fuck?"

"Yeah I mean that would be a joke at our expense. But I guess that would be a little funny," she says.

"Yeah... Anyways bye," I bid farewell.

"Bye," she says too.