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The Cave On The Other Side Of The Mountain

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It was the early morning of Oct 25, 2020, a perfect day for a birthday hike. I, Actaeon, started to walk along the trail through the sunlit mist. The brush was profuse, yet I frequently saw deer and fox roving through the forest. As I passed deeper into the thickets, I saw an abundant amount of rabbits, squirrels, and raccoons as well.After several hours, the path narrowed and I was funneled along into a clearing. A toll gate stood in the center of the trail and created as much of a hurdle as a fallen tree. Though I had been along this route often in the past, this barrier was something that I had never seen before. In the midst of my bewilderment about this fact, a goddess with drawn bow, accompanied by barking dogs, came forth from behind an oak.First, I saw the arrow, (What a rush to live at the point of an arrow. Everything comes into sharper focus.), and then I registered that she was without clothing. It was shocking to view her tall, lean body, with muscles as taut as the bowstring she held. Her chestnut locks framed an intense, menacing façade and provided an almost floral casing for her alluring vulva down underneath. The charm of the subtle flow of her limbs was not lost on me, despite the seriousness of the situation. The petite perfection of her breasts, topped with succulent nipples, joined by the lullaby sway of her buttocks, captured as much of my attention as her armed threat. The combination of sexual arousal and fear created a crushing amount of tension in my body begged for release.Suddenly, the haughty huntress spoke with unparalleled authority, “In order to pass, there is one thing you must do.”“And what’s that?”“I want to make you into my slave and have you wear this dog collar while you are on this side. If you refuse, you will never get by this gate and I will have my dogs rip you to pieces. I didn’t have to hear any more. I immediately complied and knelt down and let her collar me.  She pulled the attached leash tight and placed me alongside the wooden lever of the toll gate. Next, she threw her body onto the thick arm and lay back with it between her legs. Then she choked me down on top of her and unzipped me.  She continued her assault by clutching my cock, and stuffing it inside of her lubricated vagina (for on some level, this must have been some fine sport for her).She fucked me ferociously and controlled me with the leach. Soon I covered her pink rim with my oozing, viscid, white goo. She had a prideful gaze as she felt herself down below and brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.“Oh, by the way, you passed the audition,” she said smugly, and then without hesitation, she said, “I grant you passage.”“Here, take your collar and go beşevler escort fuck yourself.”“Now, now, you know you just did because I made you,” she said contemptuously.I put my John Henry in my pants and scampered off as soon as possible. Before I turned the corner up ahead, I risked a quick backward glance. Neither she, nor her dogs or the toll gate were in sight.I found it quite perplexing, but onward and upward I went. The trail crisscrossed the rocky slopes in a series of cutbacks. The blue sky opened up as I rose above the tree line. Fiercer animals, menacing cougars and bobcats, uncharacteristically, showed themselves. A growling coyote surfaced with a black cat between its teeth. The appearance of wild beasts reminded me of the fragility of life. Like humans, the beasts manifest out of nowhere to somewhere and are just as vulnerable to transitioning from something to nothing. How easy it was to think that hiking that mountain path was like treading a perilous tightrope between life and death.Before I could worry too much about the possibility of instant death, another toll booth presented itself. The gate keeper was a surly sort, a middle aged mom, trying to make some extra cash. She positioned herself so that she purposefully blocked my way. She was attractive in her own right. She had large breasts that sagged somewhat, but in an endearing way, and her wide, sturdy hips and ass suggested she could take my train for a very, phenomenal ride. Yet the bad impression her cheeky maneuver left me with was reinforced by her cocky manner, which soon became apparent when she impudently addressed me in the following way.“Hey fella, want to be a motherfucker?”“Can’t, my Mom is dead.”“Well then, I guess I am the next best thing!”“Ah… I don’t know…”“Listen here, you will give me your flesh and your money if you expect to get past this gate; you will do as I say!””Maybe, I guess if you make it worth my while, I can afford to donate a pound of my meat and a five dollar service fee. I suppose once I start to part your pink curtains, I will begin to feel better. It will be alright if it’s air tight,” I said with a wink and a nod.Noting my overall dithering and disinterest and, in addition, lacking an appreciation for my wit, she said definitively, “So you think you’re doing me a favor, do you? Why you little wanker, you’ll do as I command. Down with your knickers; Mother is going to give you a spanking!” In a moment, I was over her knees with my raging hard-on rubbing between them. Her thirty whacks amplified my situation greatly. I was ready to cum by the time she stopped, complete with a burning sensation throughout cebeci escort that was ready to burst.But instead of indulging me right away, she blind-folded me and tied my hands behind my back. She laid me down on my shoulders and knees and coated my bum with olive oil.I could hear some snaps from behind me that suggested a strap-on might be coming my way. I soon endured the polished knob of a buffalo horn knocking at my rear door, which she probed and then entered.Mother was grunting and groaning like a pig. She pushed her peg in from behind (rather painfully)and frigged me in front until a gushing mess filled her hand.All in all, it was not a completely unpleasant way to gain safe passage. Before I continued on my journey, I asked her what her name was. She answered, “Mother Hubbard, motherfucker (actually not quite, I reasoned),” and added, “Entrée,” as she raised the gate. And with that bit of cosmic knowledge, I resumed my trip up the mountain.The sun had already sunk behind an adjacent mountain by the time I came upon yet another toll booth. It was in the shape of a shoe! I stepped on several branches all at once that made a series of loud cracks.  When a white haired crone heard my noisy approach, she admonished me.“Shish, I just got the kids to bed.”“Oh, sorry.”She touched my face awkwardly in order, apparently, to ascertain who I was. She may have been half- blind at her age for all I knew at that juncture. Her kindness promptly became evident when she wiped the sweat off my brow and gave me a drink of water. She explained that she had detected thirst when she had felt my face.She said, “My name is Valentia. Some people refer to me as the old woman in a shoe. Listen, I have sixty-nine children. I need one more to make seventy. Will you help me do it?Before I could answer, she raised her dress and she showed me her cavernous cunt. It was the color of deep rich, red wine.“Now, what do you say, would you like to fuck a one hundred year old woman? Would you like to taste some burgundy?” she said lewdly.I knew doing so would get me through the gate so I said,”Yes!” I now drank from her ancient cup. Indeed, she did taste like vintage wine, a bit on the sour side, but in a good way, like sourdough bread. As my tongue licked through her red valley, she whined and whinnied like an elderly mare. I knew I had obviously struck a chord when she started to hit the high notes. Her passions were rising and she restarted her salacious talk.“You are such a naughty man, here’s what I am going to do now; I’m going to whip your bum and put you to bed.Then we had a perfectly fine fuck in which she was far from passive (“Come on kolej escort now, buddy; giddy up, cowboy!”)Her labrum were a bit loose and prolapsed from giving birth so many times, but her cunt held me tightly between her thighs despite her advanced maturity, and when she came, she gripped me like an iron vise. You might think it odd, but I imagined my dick was held in a wide, well-weathered hammock of spongy, bundled, bungee cord that gave me a cushioned, bouncy swing.Valentia said appreciatively, “Well, sonny, thanks for making an old lady happy again.”I told her, “Sincerely, the pleasure was mine as well as yours. If this is to be my last fuck ever, I am very well satisfied. Thank you so much.”I peered into her eyes which were shining as bright as the stars, and I also felt happy.I ventured on, moving aside for dozens of black and green needled porcupines that were slowly meandering down the mountain in the majestic twilight.As I climbed toward the rim of the mountain, I saw a glimmer of light, as if a group of fire flies had assembled. Stepping over the top, I spied a large torch lit bench, surrounded by yew trees. As I got closer, I could see it was a dinner table set for twelve.Dogs, serpents and polecats were seated for a feast of red mullet and garlic amidst daggers, torches and keys that sat along the top of the table. As I approached, there was a rising din of barking and hissing that seemed to invite insanity. A feminine presence, hidden amongst the moon shadows, invited me to join the disorderly congregation under her benediction.She strode into the light and whirled a Strophalos until its hum silenced the din. She introduced herself.“I am Hecate, the three headed goddess of the underworld. I rule the earth, sea, and sky. I have a separate vaginal portal for each. Join me at my altar; be one of my servants and I will protect you. Come walk my Hecate’s wheel if you dare, and be reborn!”She dropped her robes and took a step towards me; her gray eyes looked right through me. I had a sense of déjà vu as I gaped at her vaginas. They seemed so familiar! I wanted to worship and make love to all three but some primal fear dissuaded me and held me back. When I hesitated, a strong wind on my back blew me right past Hecate and towards the edge of the far side of the mountain. I stopped there at the boundary. In the next moment, I chose to jump into the darkness rather than be with her. I heard her haunting voice echoing through the canyon.“It’s okay to forgo my favor, Actaeon, but remember, I have offered you more than you will ever find elsewhere.”It was a timeless fall to a sandy bottom, (although not more than ten feet); a time filled with the horror of not knowing. I thought of Blake (oh, “To see a world in a Grain of Sand) as I tumbled over and over down the dune. Every orifice I had, nose, eyes, ears, urethra, and asshole, became filled with sand as I somersaulted downhill. My momentum took me all the way to an undercliff and then over another border that led me into a more perilous descent.

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