Archive-name: Samesex/mountai1.txt
Archive-author: Janet Dubois
Archive-title: Escape from Bitch Mountain
While languishing lazily in hospital with a broken leg, I had a
lot of time to remember my life and be grateful that I could create
more memories. One of the scarier times I had was in California, while
I was in college. Sherry and I decided to try a little outdoor life
and talked to several fellow students as to where the best hiking and
climbing might be. After tallying the responses, we decided that the
northern mountains would be ideal and packed clothes, first aid kits
and some food.
At the time, the state was not warning people about the unsavory
characters who infest the mountains {they do now} and that is an alert
we certainly could have used. We found what we considered an available
camping area and set up our tent. As soon as the sun went down the
first night, so did we. For those sofa spuds who haven't tried it,
there is something unique about outdoor sex. I'm not sure if it is the
uniqueness of the smells and sounds or the prospect of being caught,
but the slight chill in the mountain air encouraged us to hug and
fondle each other before getting down to some serious sex.
Sherry, bless her heart, had 'stashed' one of our toys and
it wasn't long before we were sucking and fingering each other with
wild abandon. Usually, we like to get each other off separately so
that we can totally enjoy the session, but this seemed to be one of
those times when 69 and mutual masturbation was in order.
After massaging and sucking each others boobs until the nipples
were erect and wet, we moved our heads down to our crotches, stopping
along the way to lick and nibble. {It seems as though Sherry's navel
is an erotic zone, so I made sure to blow and lick enough to elicit a
moan and then went to my favorite spot.} I won't get into another talk
about how much I enjoy her baldness, but I certainly stopped to lick
and massage her mound before spreading her glorious lips and finding
the 'man in the boat'. Sherry was reciprocating by licking my pubis as
well as massaging my ass. She slowly pushed at my bung hole with one
of her fingers. After {what seemed like} a long time, we spread
each others lips and began tonguing our clits. It wasn't long before
we were writhing on the floor of the tent, moaning and holding on to
each other as if we were the proverbial driftwood for the drowning
woman. As we became lubricated, we inserted a finger into each others'
asses and slowly pushed and pulled. There is a lot to be said for
simultaneous orgasm, and with Sherry and I, it seems easy to know when
the other is going to come. Thinking of her pulsing pussy contracting
on my tongue or finger certainly sends me over the edge. After several
orgasms, we decided to take a break and catch our breath before we
brought out the toy.
The view we had from the front of the tent didn't hold a candle to
the sight of Sherry, nude and glistening wet. I nearly came just
watching her stretch and relax and obviously under the glow that comes
from satisfactory sex.
Sherry decided that she had had enough for the night, and since we
were going to do some serious hiking in the morning, decided that the
dildo she brought along might impede our progress. I wasn't sure I
agreed, but decided to defer to her for the time being. There would be
many future opportunities to plunge the rubber cock in and out of our
love holes, so we got back into our sleeping bags {which we had vacated
somehow during sex} and hugged and kissed each other to sleep. {I
should mention that the Coleman bags we have can be zipped together
into one large bag.}
When we awoke to the birds and other animal noises in the
morning, we had no idea what was in store for us, but decided to dress
and find some wood for a fire for coffee. It is truly difficult to
leave Sherry when we wake up. I'm not sure if I am just hornier in
the morning or if the beauty of her body gets me going, but it was
hard to get dressed and not grab her tits or pussy.
Once dressed, we went outside the tent and were very shocked to
see three people gathered around the campfire. I'm not an expert in
firearms, but being an Army brat, it was easy to recognize the weapons
each held as semi-automatics.
They were grubby looking characters and obviously lived in the
mountains year round. The aroma drifting across the camp let us know
that they weren't too keen about personal hygiene.
The shortest one spoke first.
"Are you aware that this is private property?" he asked with a
glance at us that sent shivers through me. The multiple colors of his
teeth told us he had never been acquainted with a dentist.
"Not according to the maps" I responded, trying to sound as butch
and confident as possible. "We certainly didn't see any signs on our
way up" I added.
"Normally we shoot city folk like you, but I think the boss might
might have some other plans" he yelled.
We later found out that they were part of a gang of pot growers
who didn't take kindly to intruders {although they didn't own any of
the land} and as we obeyed their orders to pack up the camp were
subjected to enough sexual comments to become terrorized. I think we
both would have preferred not meeting the boss, but couldn't believe
that he would be any worse than the three with the semis. Apparently,
they weren't too keen on making any decision. It was a difficult walk
to the camp since we were loaded down with equipment and their pace
was speedier than we would have preferred, but after about twenty
minutes, we stood in front of a quonset hut.
Sherry was nearly hysterical {she hates men, sexually} and I did
the best I could to comfort her. We were taken to the back of the hut
and tied against the wall. It seemed like we were there for hours,
but I'm sure it was only a few minutes before the men reappeared.
Behind them came the 'boss'. She was a large attractive woman who
shared their lack of cleanliness, but was obviously attractive after
she bathed.
"Another couple of city slickers." she roared. She then turned
to the smaller of the men and slapped him hard enough to drop him.
She then lectured her men on how to distinguish between hikers and pot
thieves and I began to think that Sherry and I were safe, or at least
safer than if we had recognized and harvested any of their crop .
"I don't think that we'll kill them right off" she said, almost to
herself. "Lets have some fun first!"
The amazon came to the wall and began to rub the muzzle of the gun
between my legs and asked us if we would prefer to double up on her or
satisfy the men. Hoping as much as possible that reverse psycology
would work on her, I said the men. That seemed to be the answer she
was waiting for and set her weapon down as she began to undress.
"You fuckheads had better get back out there and watch for some
real thieves" she bellowed. "I don't think you'll be dipping your
dicks in these beauties because you're too fucking numb". I could tell
that the men were disappointed, but they obviously weren't about to
argue with her.
"Now that those goons have gone into the woods, probably for some
kind of circle jerk, you two have a choice. Make me come or die." I'm
not sure about Sherry, but I didn't doubt for a moment that this bitch
would hold true to her promise and wondered how many other unsuspecting
tourists had been caught and killed {or worse}. "Well, what's it going
to be, assholes?" she said, threateningly.
Without glancing at Sherry, I told her that we would much prefer
to satisfy her. Now completely nude, the amazon looked less imposing,
but her aroma constantly reminded us that we had better make her moan
and groan or we would never see the outside of the hut.
She untied our right hands and allowed them to hand loosely {to
get some circulation back} as she dumped out our knapsacks.
"First", she bellowed, "I want to see some frantic fingers! I
want to see those fuckers ramming in and out of those cute little
pussies. I don't mean gentle stroking, either! I mean two or three up
to the knuckle." As if to emphasize her point, she roughly pushed two
of her dirty fingers into Sherry's bald cunt, cause her to scream. I'm
still not sure if the scream was because she didn't expect the attack,
because she hadn't gotten wet, just for effect or a combination of the
three, but jabbing motion convinced us both that this woman was
serious. I can tell you that bondage fantasies aside, it is very hard
to get wet with one arm hooked to the wall and the muzzle of a weapon
pointed at you. Nonetheless, nature granted us some lubrication and we
acceeded to her demands. I'm sure that neither of us was enjoying the
morning, but would occasionally moan to placate the bitch. While we
were moving our fingers in and out, keeping the pace she dictated, the
mountain woman was dumping our posessions onto the floor of the tent.
When she came across our dildo, she smiled a long smile and told
us that she intended to "stuff this fucker up one of your shit chutes"
making us frig ourselves just a little faster.
After about five minutes, she decided that we weren't going to
come for her so she ordered us to stop. After she retied our hands to
the wall, she told me to spread my legs and inserted the barrel of the
gun into my sore cunt. There aren't too many things I respect more
than a weapon, especially when I'm on the business end of it, so I made
as few noises as possible.
She then moved to Sherry and started to stick her fingers up her
legs, to see how moist she had become. I saw her stuff the dildo into
Sherry and she roared: "Your girlfriend and I are going to have a
little fun for your pleasure. Drop the dildo and sew it in!" Sherry
closed her legs as much as possible and began to sob, which prompted a
loud and hard slap from the dirty dyke. She then untied both of my
hands and removed the semi, and made me get down on all fours.
After I was forced to tell her how attractive I found her and how
moist my pussy was for her, I had my head forced between her legs. Now
normally I wouldn't complain, but she had neither douched nor washed
her ass for quite some time and it was difficult to keep from gagging.
It is amazing what fear will do and in a minute, I was rapidly licking
her clit as though I was enjoying it.
"Give me some fingers, you juvenile cuntlapper" she screamed
while pulling my hair. Apparently, she enjoyed humiliating anyone and
actually came in my face. Probably from her domination more that my
licking. I obliged and inserted one, two and finally three fingers
into her moist and smelly hole. "Faster, you slut!" was her only
response. I used my hand palm up so that I could curl the fingers and
rub her vagina as close to the clit as possible while licking and
sucking. As is often the case with sadists, she was also a masochist
and promised me a slow and painful death until I had my entire hand in
her cunt. This seemed to do the trick and she bucked and rolled and
moaned and cursed as I tried to maintain tongue and love button
contact. After extracting my hand, she produced a collar and put it
around my neck, being sure to pull it tight enough to cut off my air.
She eased it down to the next hole, enough for me to breath but also
enough for me to know how easily my oxygen could disappear.
She then led me around in circles while she told Sherry that her
turn was next, eliciting more sobs and another slap.
After Sherry was untied, she removed the dildo and commanded me to
lick it. {This part would have been quite pleasant in other
circumstances.} After she resumed her prior position, she had me sit
to her right with my knees raised to my chin and tied another collar on
Sherry.
"Normally, I only use these collars on those numb fucks who
brought you here, but they certainly have other uses." she explained.
"Now that your rubber boyfriend is ready, fuck him" she yelled,
stressing the point with a jerk on the collar. I inserted the familiar
plastic penis past my swollen lips and began frigging myself with it.
She then pulled Sherry's chain and made her pick up where I had left
off.
"I you don't want to have a stake shoved up that bald split of
yours, I suggest that you lick and finger my like you mean it", she
told Sherry. I don't think the collar was necessary to get Sherry to
comply and she began by inserting two fingers into the bitch's twat and
sucking on the clit. I must add that the entire time we were
submitting, the weapon was slightly to the left of our 'hostess'.
Since we really had no idea where her cohorts had gone {possibly
outside and watching through the window} neither of us resisted too
much. "Now my bung hole, sweet slit! Lick it! Now your finger. "
were the instructions. "Don't miss a stroke cunt or you die. That's
it, two in each hole. Faster! Faster!"
Sherry was working her hand and tongue as quickly as she could and
the beast was beginning to come and HARD! "Yes, yes. That's it. The
ass... the ass. Now the cunt. Faster, faster. Lick it!"
With those instructions, she came again, and again for about two
minutes. She finally lay back and told Sherry to sit next to me.
When she regained her breath, she told us that we were pretty good so
far and made us finger ourselves again while she disappeared for a bit.
We weren't sure she was coming back until she returned with a vibrator
which I can only describe as industrial strength. We shuddered and
instinctively moved closer together, not believing that either of us
would be able to accomodate that buzzing beast. Fortunately, we were
spared when the told us that she knew we wanted to be fucked silly, but
that this was her own and no one else used it. Holding our collars,
in one hand and the weapon in the other, she instructed us to fuck both
of her holes. I selected the vibrator and turned it on. I have held
jackhammers with less vibrations. Sherry took our dildo and inserted
it into her pussy for lubrication before she plunged it into her
asshole. {I'm still not sure why she was so kind}
As soon as the dildo was in, I pushed the head of the vibrator
into her cunt and we both began opposing in and out motions. Per her
orders, we moved the appliances faster and faster until our hands were
a blur. She called us names and made many threats until she finally
came again, this time oozing huges gobs of come from her slit. She had
us lick up the juices from her ass and cunt, causing more shivers and
orgazms.
She put her legs down and began stroking our heads and holding
them to her nether regions and in a few minutes, we realized that she
had fallen asleep. I gave her pussy a couple of licks and she moaned
the way Sherry does when I molest her sleeping body. Like a flash, we
stood up and kicked the gun away, surprisingly not waking her. We
grabbed our things and ran to the front of the hut, not bothering to
check if the men had returned or even to remove the collars. We ran
for what we thought was hours but was probably only fifteen or twenty
minutes and stopped to catch our breath, pack our knapsacks and get
dressed, in that order.
It took us another hour of jogging to get back to our car and only
when we were pulling into the local sheriff's station did we feel safe.
We filed the appropriate reports and pointed out our supposed
location, but continued calls from the safety of our house revealed
that the deputies couldn't find the growers.
I have had a number of bad experiences in my life {I was an Army
brat} but just discussing this has sent me back to counselling. I
suppose that there are erotic aspects to the story if you like a little
b&d with your sex {Sherry and I do!}, but this was the real thing!
Hopefully, I have gotten this out of my system and won't dwell on
it too much longer. I know that somewhere in the California mountains
there is a domineering bitch who enjoys humiliating men as well as
women and if anyone is interested in finding her, let me know. She
still has our favorite dildo. {Since replaced!}
Sherry and I hadn't thought about talking this through, but our
recent 'adventures' in the quake zone made us somewhat melancholy and
we did remember those few bad experiences we have shared. Fortunately,
there are many more good times, such as the time we spent in Vermont at
a women's retreat. Women seem to have an easier time associating with
each other and discussing anything without the competitiveness of men.
I know that the event was intended for women who had not gotten in
touch with themselves and wasn't intended as a lesbian experience, but
many are attracted. I know that Sherry and I met quite a few, but that
is another story.
Janet Dubois - Remote Sysop
The Great White North {207 627-4169}
P. S. Please don't get too concerned about us. This event happened
more than a decade ago and we have really gotten over it! JD
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