They sat around the fire as heat of the day left the air and a chill took its place. The stars came out one by one, then in the hundreds, then thousands until the swish of the Milky Way could be seen as if painted with a stroke of a brush. The hikers had finished with dinner and gathered for a chat before heading off to sleep. The tents were arranged around them, and could barely be made out in the light from the fire. Everyone felt a bit achy, sore legs, after a long day of hiking. It was nice to sit down and just do nothing.
Colin sat on a large branch to get his bottom off the ground and scanned around the group. There were three couples Bridgette and Colin, Yvonne and Dave, Katie and Eric. They were off on a two week hike through the wilderness. It was day four. Everyone's legs and feet were slowly getting used to the daily routine now. A few of them had taped up feet where blisters had formed. Overall though everyone was happy, felt alive, and were enjoying the adventure.
They traded some stories of things seen along the trail that day, what to expect tomorrow. Then some good natured jesting and teasing about each other's faults and weaknesses. Katie for instance didn't seem to be able to go more than a few hours before having to take a nature break. Everyone had to walk slowly or stop, waiting for her to catch up. Dave seemed to be always eating. Everyone was a little concerned he was going to go through all his food well before the trips end.
When the conversation died down a bit, someone asked if anyone had a good story. No one said anything for at first, then Eric said that actually he had an interesting ghost story and that it took place not far from here.
The story goes that there was once a prosperous, vibrant town out in forest near here about 150 years ago. It was a community built on the lumber industry. There were saw mills on the river and everyone made a good living. It was a highly religious and god fearing community. No bars or other businesses that could in any way be considered sinful were allowed.
One day a traveling salesman came to town. He had a very large wagon full of useful tools and also extremely unusual things that many of the townsfolk had never seen before. He went from house to house selling his wares. Now during the day, and often for many, many days at a time, the men were off in the woods cutting trees so the wives were left alone. As it turned out the traveling salesman was much more than he appeared. He in fact was extremely charismatic man, the devil himself in disguise, many said later. The women were totally enchanted by him and found it impossible to say no to anything he asked. Not only did they buy a lot of things they had no use for, but also fell to his charm and found themselves before too long with their clothes off and he having his way with them in the intense and ungodly fashion. Though after he left, all they could think of was how wonderful it had been compared to what their husbands did to them and dreaming and fantasizing about the next time he would come around. His sexual desires seemed to be unquenchable, and his stamina infinite, as he made his rounds, and did every woman in town more than once.
Eventually the men in town sniffed out something was going on. Their wives floated around the houses all day in a dream, neglected the housework, and essentially lay like inert objects when they made love to them. They got together and decided to figure out what was going on. Several of them stayed behind one day while the other men went out to work as usual. The men who stayed behind positioned themselves so they could watch the town, but not be seen themselves. It wasn't too long before they saw the salesman wagon pull up in front of a house and he disappeared inside for a good hour or more. Once coming out, he moved his wagon to another house, and repeated the same thing. Once they got confident that the salesman would be inside an hour or so, the men snuck up to the house he was in, and peeked into the windows. They were astonished to find one of the wives spread out face down on the kitchen table, completely naked while the salesman pounded away at her. They went back into hiding, then after the salesman moved to the next house, again went for a look. This time they found another wife on her knees in front of the salesman with his cock In her mouth. She was bobbing on it in a frenzy and only seem satisfied when he filled her mouth with his cum, which she swallowed down with a smile. The salesman went from house to house the rest of the day, repeating sex act after sex act with the women of the town. Only in the late afternoon did he stop, well before the men were due back in town after a long day's work.
The men were beside themselves with anger. They gathered together one night and surrounded the salesman's wagon and demanded he come out. They eventually had to break the door to the wagon in and drag him out. They threw a rope over the nearest big tree limb and hung him up until he was dead. Then before the dawn they hastily dug a hole near the tree, rolled his body into it and filled it in. The men all agreed that was the end of it, and none of them would speak of it again.
However, it wasn't long before the men noticed things were strange again. The wives once again seemed to be in a dreamland. The husband pressed them but the wives insisted nothing was going on. Then finally one of them broke. She said that at night, when the husbands were all away in their remote lumber camps the ghost of the salesman came to her and made love to her, and if anything it was more intense than ever. The men decided that a few of them would have to remain in town at all times and check each other's houses. Things however did not go as planned. When the men stayed, the ghost would still come, and when the men confronted him, he flew into a rage, accusing them of hanging him, and would roar at them to the point the men would run in terror. His vision would haunt them for days and they shook, and cried, and refused to stay in town at night unless they were all there together.
It seemed the only choice was to let the ghost of the salesman have his way with their wives or they all stay in town, which was of course impossible, they had to work to make a living. Eventually things got so bad, people started moving away. First a few, then more, and finally everyone gave up and the town was abandoned. And so it has been the last 150 years.
Eric finished the story with, "the town actually is along the path we will be taking. We will camp there for two nights to rest. There is a good water supply and flat ground. Of course the story is just that, a story. No one believes it's real, just fun, and a way to explain why the town was abandoned. In truth the lumber business just gave out."
Everyone was quiet for a while, thinking over the story. Then wishing each other a good night, they went over to their tents and went to sleep. But not a few of them lie there for a while running the ghost story through their minds.
The rest of the week they did a lot of hard hiking, up and down steep mountain sides, and along river channels filled with large boulders, roaring with the sound of white water. They walked through dark forests of towering pine trees, and along narrow rocky trails at the edge of sheer drop offs. The occasional summit view where they could look in any direction and see endless forest and mountains in any direction they looked. They were both exhilarated and tired. It was time for a rest day.
They walked into the town midafternoon. The foundations a lot of homes could be seen lining what was probably the Main Street. Several other streets with a lesser number of homes could be seen paralleling the main one. A large rapidly flowing stream was just outside the town where several old broken down dams could be made out.
The hikers found a nice flat area just at the edge of town under a large oak tree. It seemed the perfect place to stop and rest for a few days. They set up their tents in a circle and build a fire pit in the center. Then everyone lay down and took a much needed nap.
They woke before the sun set and made dinner. Everyone felt much better for the rest. They chatted away as usual until a second wave of tiredness hit them, and it was off to sleep.
It was but several hours later, Katie woke up having to go to the bathroom. She had made sure before going to bed to note where the best place to go was before it got dark. She now found her flashlight, unzipped the tent and made her way out. She walked towards the place she had selected which was about 50 feet or so from the tents away towards the town. She unzipped her pants, pulled them and her panties down enough so she could squat down and take a leak.
As she was just finished and cleaned herself, when she feels a hand go around her mouth and another working it's way down into her vagina. Normally she would have freaked out, been terrorized, but for some reason it felt nice. She wanted the hand to find the inside of her lips, go inside her. She felt her body being invaded and taken over with intense lust, and the urge for sex, to be taken and taken hard. The fingers of the hand wiggled inside her, a finger plunging in and out of her now wet hole. The other hand had left her mouth and found its way up her tee shirt and was massaging and playing with her tits.
She could feel breathing on her neck, then nibbling and biting. She completely surrenders to all the sensations, and tilts her head back in ecstasy. The finger in her pussy starts rubbing and stroking her clit, sending waves of chills into her. She pulls her pants further down and collapses down into her knees, but still upright. The hands and mouth follow her and keep going. She is lost to the pleasure of it as it fills her up with more and more shivers and chills. Her clit is owned by the hand, and it takes her over the edge and she cums powerfully and completely, her whole body wracked by electric fire whipping around inside her.
She was pushed forward onto her hands, and felt her pants and underwear being taken off, pulled down her legs and over her feet. Then the hands pulled her legs further apart. She let them do whatever they wanted. She was in the afterglow of her orgasm. Then she felt fingers once again in her lips opening her up, then the tip of a cock going into her. Deeper and deeper it went. It was a sensation she had never experienced before. It was as if her whole body was a giant vagina, and the cock of enormous size, so big she couldn't even estimate the size. It just seemed all consuming. Over the years she had a fair number of lovers, but this was far behind anything she had ever felt, ever felt possible. She was feeling sensations she had never experienced before. The cock fucked her. Her. Her body, mind, soul, completely. Time lost meaning. It seemed to go on for hours, days. The cock took her to orgasm and just held her there. It flowed on and on and on and on.
