The Mountain

This tale was originally written in 1999, the vanilla version was entered into a regional writing competition, as you will appreciate I couldn't have entered this version.

The tale is based on experience, my experience. My experience with a "Goddess incarnate" even though she would never admit it.

My experience in talking, at length, with returned services vets.

My experience in having contact with, and understanding, psychological issues.

I brought personal experiences, some of it may make some readers uncomfortable, if so, I apologise.

THE MOUNTAIN

By

DeMont

Am I still in the nightmare? I think maybe not. It's daylight outside, the sounds of traffic filter into the room from the street. I look slowly around the room. Where is it? It must be hiding. I am satisfied it's not in the room. It will show itself soon enough-- it always does.

I feel better now I am awake, free from the omnipresent dread of my dreams. Although the "shadows" from those dreams still linger at least here, in this world, I am in charge. I rise and go to the bathroom, then to the shower. Hot needles prick me, refresh me and soothe me. Emerging to dry off I can smell the coffee. Looking toward the bed I see my wife is already up. She must be in the kitchen making breakfast. I clothe myself in "battle dress"; trousers, shirt, tie, socks. I put on my blacker-than-black shoes and go down the stairs. The yellow walls of the kitchen offend me! I don't want to look but it's all around me! Steeling myself I return my gaze to my wife, her blonde, loosely hanging ponytail, her grey eyes and perfunctory smile. I am sure she's having an affair - absolutely certain of it. My head starts to ache. Something else starts to throb. She wears her "morning" robe, moulded to her figure, moving, wrinkling and stretching as she does. The fabric is shining in the morning light from the windows. I see her with him, in my mind, she is bent over a table... Our table? Legs splayed, her satin gown tossed up over her back her lower breast revealed by the fall of the fabric. Her back is arched as he steps up behind her, her expression, heavy lidded lust. She writhes her hips and her ass moves in invitation. He steps abruptly toward her and mashes his groin between her thighs, pinning her with one arm, across the small of her back, he pushes her legs further apart and uses his free had to run the glistening head of his cock along the channel of her sex, she moans softly as her head tips back a little. His rubbing becomes more insistent, her little stuttering gasps become more frequent. The tip of his manhood has reached, and touched her clit and she jerks as though electrocuted.

I watch, as though through his eyes... bastard! I grit my teeth because I can almost feel what he is feeling as he rubs against her, her leaking coating his rock like shaft, I can hear her gasping, moaning and urging him on.

"Yes... yes... there...right there, that's it lover...!"

She is, as far as she is able, grinding her wet sex against the hard length of him and her gasps become more desperate, more urgent.

"Oh God! Now... do it... do it! I can't stand it...!

He leans back just enough, places the tip of his cock and suddenly drives his hips forward in one moment. His cock disappears, entirely, into her. She throws her head back and shrieks as his belly meets her ass with a slap. I watch him as he starts fucking her like an animal, wildly, without any semblance of control, I watch her reacting, her hands clenched at each edge of the table, white knuckled, her head, chin on the table, whipping the pony tail from side to side. He is moving faster and harder, accompanied by her rising crescendo of moans and softly guttural howls.

"Fuh... fuh...fuh-uck.. fuuuuuuuuck... Ohhhh...ohhhhhh... oooooh.... Fuuuuuck me you bastard, drive it in there... fuck meeeeeeee...!

I imagine his cock getting even harder at her demands, I imagine that something in him wants to burst into wild and triumphant laughter at his conquest, at his undisputed ownership of that salivating, howling, dripping creature.

"Oh my God! Oh my God...! Yes, yes, pleeeeeease.... YES...YES...AAAAAHH...AAAAH.... OH FUUUUUCK YESSSSS...!!!"

Her body snaps taut, muscles in her arms and back stand out as the orgasm rips through her. She continues thrusting backward onto him desperate to keep the waves rolling through her. Without a word he steps back, he sweeps her legs up and onto the table. Now she is on her side, shaking. He pushes her legs up toward her head and lifts her upper one to reveal her dripping pussy, her juices coat the inside of her thighs, glistening. He positions himself again and thrusts deeply again. He clutches at her uppermost shoulder and hip pulling her down the length of the table and onto him while he begins to fuck her, yet again, with forceful but this time, slower grinding thrusts.

"JESUS CHRIST," she squeals, "You are so far up inside me... sooooo deep, yes,yes,yes...fuck me more, harder, HARDER!"

Again, I imagine the wild laugh building in him as he drives into her over and over, I imagine the feeling as he feels himself near his own "edge". She has that "death grip" on one edge of the table now and her head is tilted up and back, her breath exploding in ragged panting gasps. She somehow manages to add loud moans to this and the effect is a cacophony of sound that crashes around the room. Her cries, his pulse pounding in his ears and his cock combine to drown him in the urgent need to release himself. He increases the pace now, I can see he is near to tiring but he NEEDS this, he CRAVES it and so, like a madman, he slams himself into her.

"YUH... YUH... YUHOHHHH... OHHHH FUH-UCK....FUUUUUUUCK.... I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN...! OH FUUUUUUUUCK.... AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOH! FUCK, FUCK, FAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...!"

For the second time her body snaps, bow-string, taut, muscles straining, mouth open in a choked hoarse scream. He seems lost now, he growls, animal like and his hips buck once, twice, three times and four. He releases her hip and shoulder, his hands slap flat down on the table, he hunches over her.

I wake up, again. What? Where? My wife is lying on the kitchen table, on her side, her thighs clenched tightly together, one hand trapped between them cupping her sex. I can see thick white juice seeping from either side of her hand. I look down. My dick hangs limply, coated with sex juices. I hurriedly grab some paper towel and try to clean myself. My wife rolls onto her back, pulls her small robe closed but makes no effort to leave the table. I watch her warily. Her eyes are closed, her smile self-congratulatory. Where is she now? With me or with him?

I adjust myself and regain my composure, keeping a safe distance between me and her I reach out for a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. The toast is dry, the coffee bitter. I finish my breakfast and say, "I have to leave for work now." Why is she just lying there? Does she think I'm stupid? She doesn't understand - couldn't understand. If I don't beat it there will be nothing for any of us!

"Have a good day honey and whatever you woke up with bring some more home would you?"

Sitting on the crowded bus I look at the same grim faces going to the same grim places. We are all slaves; we can never be free. It is the mountain; it's doing this, doing this to everyone. I see the mark of the mountain in the lines that etch each face, the tired eyes, the slack mouths and the slumped postures. Every mile brings us closer to the mountain.

I'm very near now. I can feel its malevolent presence beckoning the helpless. I must act soon, act before it gets me too! There are people all around me. They scurry from mountain to mountain seeking something; they remind me of ants trying to carry something impossibly huge without ever stopping to ask why. It's the mountain. I know what it's doing-- it's growing! Growing all the time. I look around, up and beyond the tall buildings and I can see it growing, towering over us, dwarfing these pitiful man made warrens. Soon it will block out the sun! The world will be dark! Courage, courage. None but the brave I reminded myself. I take a deep breath. I'm the only one who knows, the only one who can stop the madness. Trembling, I enter the lair of the mountain. I feel like I'm being sucked into the maw of some great beast; yet today, strangely, I am not afraid. The realisation makes me smile. Today, I am armed. I have come to fight the last engagement in a long, long war that I have fought for twenty years now. I have won skirmishes, I have lost skirmishes but the mountain is always there-- it always returns. I think back to the jungles of Nam, comparing then with now I see no difference. My head is pounding; the ache is behind my eyes and getting worse.

Armageddon! The Final Solution! Holocaust! At some point a single brave man must take the decision to end the conflict once and for all, there can be no winners in a protracted war - only degrees of loss. This time I've got its measure! I will approach the battlefield and employ a flanking strategy, fight until the mountain thinks I can fight no more, and then... the ultimate weapon! Today is the day-- I can feel it! The battlefield is brightly lit. I look across the tops of the trenches, at the troops in their foxholes. Faces turn to me as I move amongst the fortifications, some are dour, some are tired, and some look resigned. Do they know? How could they? There must be a leak somewhere - no matter; it's too late to turn back now. I look at my watch, zero nine hundred, zero hour, as I move into position. It's there, waiting, watching-- I press on, feint, counterstroke and three mountain troops fall. Blinding headache, as though my head is about to explode. I hear movement-- a furtive rustle-- I work frantically trying to shore up my defences before it can break through. A soft knock at my office door, a distraction, a welcome respite. "Come in." The door opens and my assistant, Jeanette, steps into the room.

"Good morning Mister Martin, how are you today? I took the liberty of making you a coffee."

"Thank you Jeanette, you're very kind."

She dragged her eyes from their habitual downward cast and a small smile twitched her lips. Jeanette was of medium height and slender, her hair was jet black and tied back tightly. Her eyes, behind the large black rimmed glasses, were dazzlingly green. Why had I never noticed that before? Probably because I was too busy trying to figure why she hid her womanly curves under such drab and oversized clothes.

I stood up and placed the coffee mug on my desk. I stepped toward her and she made as though to peer at the floor again. "How are you today?" I asked calmly. She jumped as though someone had just fired a starter's gun at her back.

"I... I... I'm alright."

"Just alright?" I inquired. She appeared to swallow, nervously. I took the chance, one more step forward, allowed the smile to come. I put two fingers under her chin and tipped her head back. "You look more than alright to me... you are very pretty, you know that?"

"M..m.. me?" Her lower lip quivered and she nipped it between her teeth.

"I don't understand why you don't want to admit it, embrace it..."

She blushed, "I... I... I don't think...of..." she began.

"Well, there are more than a couple of us who do... me for example..." I closed the gap and reached past either side of her face to release the ties and pins in her hair. Lush black waves tumbled about her shoulders and down her back. My hands drifted back around to her front and hovered just in front of her. Tentatively I began twitching the buttons of her shapeless cardigan open. She was trembling, her eyes getting bigger all the time, filled with doubt, uncertainty and maybe just a little hope. The cardigan parted to hang from her shoulders, I slid my hands into it, around her slender waist, and she tensed. I allowed my hands to simply rest there for a few moments then I moved them slowly upwards pressing volumes of cloth to follow the contours beneath. I reached her chest and my hands slid inward. 'God in heaven!' I thought. Her breasts were round, large and firm, I looked into her eyes, she blushed and she tried to look away, she was quivering, whether from excitement or fear I couldn't tell yet. I pressed my hands gently onto her and rubbed in slow circles, her eyes fluttered shut and a small sigh escaped her.

The word, yelled out, in the distance, pounded through my head, "Innnn-coming!"

I almost giggled but maintained my composure as I moved my fingers to her throat and began to open the buttons of her blouse. Her breathing had sped up noticeably and her magnificent breasts were rising and falling rapidly. The buttons were done, the firm round breasts bulged smoothly from the cups of the plain white bra, her nipples dark smudges beneath its fabric. I moved my hands again, gently, slowly, down now and over the trim, narrow hips letting them slide slowly around her to discover the most amazing, taut, round little ass. 'She must work out' I thought. I clasped her ass and pulled her against me, her eyes grew wider and rounder, as if that were possible. I guessed she must have felt my erection pressing against her. She was rigid, unmoving. The only expression was in her eyes, what was that? Hunger? Fear? Hope? F... all of the above? My next move was, in my mind, quite logical. Keeping her clamped against me with one hand I reached up, intertwined my fingers in her hair, tilted her head back a little further and kissed her, softly, tenderly on her full lips. She didn't react to the kiss, she still stood frozen to the spot. I pulled back from her, without moving my hands and with a small expression feigning hurt I said, "It's alright... I'm not going to

eat you." Somehow that shattered the ice. She giggled, a little nervous but she relaxed against me.

"More?" I asked. She bit her lower lip and nodded quickly. I leaned in and kissed her again, her arms slid up around my neck and this time she gave herself over to the contact. I ground my bulge slowly against her and she deepened the kiss with a little whimper coming from her throat. I let the hand in her hair slip free and now I engaged the zipper at the back of her more than knee length skirt. Her kisses became more passionate, her tongue flicked against my inner lips. I was right, she was hungry. The skirt whispered down her legs to the floor and she stepped out of it. I ran my palms over her ass and felt the cotton material of the thin but sensible panties she wore. I slid my fingers to the sides, at her hips and slowly pulled them up hard, again that throaty little whimper and now she was grinding against me. Now I moved and unhooked her bra. Her breasts burst free as though escaping captivity. I pushed the cardigan, blouse and bra together off her shoulders and she lowered her arms, without breaking the breathtaking kisses, to let them all slide from her. I leaned back and looked down, then up.

"Fuck... you're gorgeous...! I couldn't help myself. She blushed and reached up to remove her glasses. "No, don't" I said, "They add to the gorgeous...!" She blushed again. "Please, sit." I said. I darted to the door and thumbed the lock before turning back. I reached up and pulled my tie free, walking slowly back I lost my shirt and then I was standing before her. She looked up at me, wide eyed, expectant. I slowly undid, and removed, my belt before unclipping my trousers then, reaching down, I took both of her hands and placed them, palm inwards, against the bulge that was straining at my pants. "Go ahead." I said simply.

There was that cute, nervous, nip of the bottom lip again. She wore no lipstick, in fact she wore no make-up at all. She looked fresh, and appealing, she didn't need to be painted up. Her fingers made their way to my zipper, then to fold my trousers aside and inch them down a little. She hooked the front of my shorts and slid the waist band down a little way. My cock leapt at her like a jack in the box and she gasped at the sight. Very slowly she reached for it, she looked up into my eyes and I felt her warm, smooth palm wrap itself around my erection, her free hand slid into my shorts and she folded her slim fingers around my balls. I very nearly came right then but I managed to restrain myself, I forced my thoughts off on a tangent again. 'Darkness, rain, tropical smell, cracking sounds in the distance, something warm, wet, pungent soaking through my shirt. Ribs on fire. Vision blurred.'

"I'm sorry... I've never... I mean..." I forced my thoughts to return.

"Never?" She shook her head her cheeks tinged with pink.

"A little lick, a small taste, lick it all over" I suggested.

The first touch of her warm, wet tongue was electric. The shockwave blasted through me. I gasped. She, in turn, looked concerned but I smiled and said, "Oh my God, that's incredible...!" Encouraged she continued exploring my cock with her tongue while sliding her hand slowly but firmly back and forth. Her other hand was massaging my balls, kneading them gently. The sensations were amazing, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. I swear I was almost purring.

"A little faster honey, a little faster...!" She attacked me with vigorous licks her tongue lashing across the head and along the sides of me, she added hot kisses intermingled with the licks. "Jesus...open your mouth for me doll, open your mouth." There was just the very slightest hesitation but she did as I told her and I slipped the head of my hard on between her lips, I looked down now, I reached down and slid my fingers into her black hair gathering it and gently pushing it back away from the sides of her face. I pushed a little more, slowly she took me in her mouth, heat, wet, her saliva washed me. I started to fuck her mouth, slowly but steadily building a comfortable pace. Once or twice just a little too far and she gagged lightly. I kept up the pace and slowly worked my way further in giving her time to become accustomed to having a rock hard cock in her mouth. The thought blasted into my head, 'I am the first man, ever, to fuck this sweet hot mouth...!'

That was all it took, I couldn't hold back any longer. She had her hands on my hips now and she stayed as still as she could while I plunged in and out of her almost to the back of her throat, she gagged several times, the vibrations slammed the length of my hard on and intensified the feelings. I shuddered, once, twice then I was pumping bolts of thick hot semen into her mouth, she coughed, gagged, swallowed, sucked like her life depended on it and I finished filling her. I pulled myself out of her, dropped to my knees, grabbed her shoulders and kissed her deeply. My tongue speared into hers and together the two twisted and writhed through a bath of sperm. I collapsed back on my haunches, took her hands in mine.

"Oh fuck!" she murmured, "I am so fucking wet...!" Hearing the profanity come out of that sweet little creature made me giggle, she giggled too. "Feel," she said and pulled one of my hands to her mound. She was still on the chair, just. Her legs spread and her panties wedged tightly, just as I had left them. I clutched them and dragged them down her legs now, tossing them aside. I slid my hand between her legs and it found heat, moisture, soft plump flesh. My thumb grazed the hard nub there and she yelped throatily. "W...when I started working here," she murmured, breathlessly,"I remember when I first saw you... I remember being shown around and told a little about everybody... I was told that you were probably the only decent looking guy here... and being told you were married. After that day I couldn't get you out of my head... I made sure that I did everything I could to be a help to you, I desperately wanted you to notice me... I never thought... I mean..."