Sometimes what we want is miles far from what we need.......
Jean-Marie Antilla was just fucking sick. The season started long before the air cooled off. Her family bailed out on her opting to vacation in Italy instead of having the traditional family gatherings this holiday season. Her friends were being bitches, deciding to fuck around with their man candy instead of hanging out and baking. So as her last lecture of the year ended, the college sophomore decided to just vanish for the winter break. She called her cousin, who had a reservation at the popular ski resort, but broke her leg when she was doing her typical stupid shit stunts, and was granted her reservation, and room which was paid for.
On the road, a four and a half hour drive left her really in a fouler mood. Her fiancee had to cancel, at the last moment, not being able to be released from work as he promised he could get a week off. But a concerned friend had sealed her lovers fate that afternoon, sending a sneakily taken video of her man flirting with some other girl at a restaurant. This was the final straw, and she threw the ring into the pocket of the heavy coat as her SUV climbed the hill towards the resorts parking lot. The resort was empty as it would be a couple of days until the slopes officially opened to guests. Fine by her as she wasn't there to ski, but get away from all that pissed her off that late November day.
That night after a wonderful meal, a nice drink or two, and a hot soak in the tub, she was loose and feeling quite a bit horny. Who really needed a man when she had the ultimate toy, the Fuckstick 10k with three different functions, clit tickler to the point of orgasmic destruction, anal toy that when paired with the main show left her fully satisfied, and with a minimal mess afterwards. She opened her legs and started the porno on the t.v. The slow buildup with the toy left her already squirting with her first climax. And when the toy entered the final stage it did what it was advertised to do, completely wreck her until the last coherent thought she had was a wish for a real man, one where she could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled her cervix with that delicious seed. Her ex would not come inside her, and did not like to play with her cute rosebud. He seemed to harbor a distrust for women, one time implying that women don't know their own bodies or could tell when they are fertile or not. But he did not use any hurtful words, attacking the issue with that stupid fucking flawed logic. Bah! good riddance to him, she thought as she went to sleep naked on the bed as the toy died in her.
But Dear Readers, sometimes even in our most private of moments there are things at work for and against us. Something unseen passed over the freshly fallen snow, gleaming in the moonlight as it made its way up the mountain, after stealing the naked woman's wish.
Jean woke up refreshed, and a knock on the door made her scramble to hide the toy and slip on robe.
"Who is it?"
"Room service, the breakfast you ordered has arrived."
"Shit."
She cursed under her breath. Her sports brained cousin always did this where ever she lodged on the Women's Extreme Sports tours. But she forced down her annoyance, and smiled as she let the hard working server in.
The spread was quite extravagant. Different types of eggs cooked, pastries she did not recognize, and cooked breakfast meats. It was way too much to eat all at once, but she really did not have much planned to do that day so she tipped the lady nicely and flipped on some movie to go with her large meal and cup of coffee.
Somehow she packed it all away, her tiny frame, though not super skinny, but thick nonetheless, active, but not into large amounts of exercise was full completely. She could hibernate on it, if human biology allowed it. She read a book until the food coma sunk in and she dozed. It would be after lunch that the fullness wore off after a pit stop in the restroom. Now she felt refreshed and wanted a mountain hike. There was a ledge she seen, when she was younger, that her parents forbade her from going to. Every time her parents would take her and her sisters here, she was forbidden from going to that ledge.
But she was an adult and that ledge held sway over her. She bundled up and grabbed her camera case and got a ride on a snow cat to the stairs that lead to the ski lifts. But there was an older woman, bundled up, offering up what looked like prayers at the altar that was off to the side of the stairs, made to mourn the people lost on the mountain every year. But it wasn't just for that. Local legends, and tribal lore said that there was an evil spirit and a good spirit locked into an eternal war, and if no one paid respects to them, then misfortune would befall them.
The old woman smiled a crooked smile as she finished lighting the deep welled candles and passing Jean, left a cryptic and very startling message in passing.
"If you value your life, you will stay away from this mountain."
Jean brushed it off, as superstitious prattle. She climbed the stairs and took the hiking path up to the ledge lookout point. The sun was a little lower when she arrived when an alarm shook the mountain and valley. Looking around she seen red lighted towers with alarms and sirens sounding. What she did not see was anyone around, even the speck of the old woman was taking shelter in the resort. The last thing she seen and felt and heard was explosions from the ring of mountains and above her. A wall of white made her world go dark.
She did not heed the posted warnings that the ski patrol was blasting the mountaintops to clear the pileups of snow to prepare for skiers. But none of that mattered now, since the teams seen her on the ledge, but the explosives were triggered. She did not even have time to scream....
That afternoon and for a couple of days after, the entire mountain range was scoured for the missing girl, But every time they thought they were close to finding her, there would be a small blizzard that would hamper the search efforts.
A week later, it stopped being a rescue of a girl, to a recovery of a body. But during this from the moment the world swallowed her up...
She opened her eyes to the strangest place she couldn't fathom. The world was divided into purest white, and light eating darkness. And she was on the thin gray line between them. Voices from both sides were whispering good things about her and all of her sins. It became confusing and disorienting. She was naked and sore all over, but she felt alive. She walked the line, with no real destination, hoping for an exit.
For a long time she walked, not feeling hot or cold, but still alive, she thought. But at the point where the line vanishes was a table with two men, dressed in suits, despite their faces full of facial hair, as if they long forgotten of how to shave. But while looking similar, they were both in wholly different suits, one in a black suit, and tie, looking like he was ready for a formal date, or some business function, while the other man was in a white suit, same style of cut as his opposite. Both were sipping tea, but there were two more glasses of tea on the table.
Both seemed to not care that she was naked as the day she was born, her full and ample breasts bruised, her semi taught stomach was also wounded. It seems the two men were engaged in a heated but civil debate. Their mouths were moving, but no sounds were made. A woman in a maids outfit was bringing a small table and chair for her to sit in. The two teacups filled with both a bitter smelling brew, and sweet floral smelling brew were place on the small table.
"Before you can understand them, you must drink the tea's of both cups."
The maid spoke, as her long black, braided hair was shining in the white light. Jean was confused at the cups, both looking inviting, but wholly different in smells. She really wasn't a tea girl, but both men were looking at her expectantly. The maid departed with a neutral look, as she just vanished. Their stares were piercing through her as if she was being judged for every single thing she's done, and said. She hesitantly taken the sweet smelling cup first, and the man in black almost looked joyous. She sipped the sweet smelling liquid, downing it in one gulp.
But...
It burned her throat. Everything in her body was screaming that this was toxic, deadly and poisonous. She convulsed, and started to foam at the mouth and then it was mercifully over. Her eyes grew dull as the light left them. And the darkness returned....
She woke up.
She died for real a second time, she thought. But now she is standing over her mother in the hospital. She watched the scene unfold, as she was being born. The scene skipped through her childhood until she graduated High School. All of the sins she committed before were not counted to her now, but now from the moment she silently cursed her parents when she packed up her car to head to college far away, every sin played out before her. The times she brushed off a friend needing comfort, the men she fooled around with, without being serious and using them for things she needed. every single thing she did wrong, and the knowing choices she made was like a never ending trial, stretching out before her. Blood started to weep from her eyes, when tears ran dry. She seen the consequences of her actions that she had no mind of, or knew of and didn't care. A friend being assaulted, because she did not feel like picking her up from a party. Her sister growing depressed when she promised to help get her into a writing contest, and putting down the pen to not write another beautiful word. It hit her like a wrecking ball. She collapsed in tears and the darkness came again.
Again she woke up in that comfortable chair.
The horrid cup was gone, replaced with a kerchief to wipe the blood from her face.
The bitter and foul smelling cup was left. But she felt all courage drain from her. She did not want to drink it. She hated herself for how she was and what she did. But it seemed like it was the only way out of this nightmare.
She took the cup, and downed it in one go.
It was a lie. It tasted nothing like how it smelled. It was sweet and smoothing, washing away the painfully horrid taste of the last cup. But while it was refreshing, she felt her heart stop peacefully and the darkness return, but gentler, like it was laying her down with all the care in the universe.
She woke up to see all the good she has done, even when the right thing was the hardest to do. The times she took a stand against a crooked professor trying to curry favor with female students in exchange for sexual favors. Her active volunteer work for the homeless and impoverished. She had piles of good deeds in spite of the almost equal sized piles of bad deeds. She had done a whole lot of good in the world just for the sake of doing it and not for any reward. The effects of her deeds played out, homeless people kicking the sauce to get their lives together, the helpless students getting justice in the form of the professor being dismissed and their works evaluated and deemed to be passing. It all made her feel warm and good, like it was all worth it.
But..
She passed out again, and for what seemed like hours later she woke up. But this time the table, cups and chairs were gone, and the soreness in her body was a faded memory. She stood naked at the table. Both men smiled, despite the velvet animosity between them. They spoke in unison.
"You passed. Barely."
"What?"
"We will grant your deepest desire."
"HUH?"
"Worry not. Sleep now."
As the last word was spoken the darkness taken her again, but this felt...right....
She woke up in a luxurious bed, naked, and oddly fresh and clean. A man, looking a year or two older than her walked in from the bathroom, drying himself off. He was amazingly attractive, but not in the conceited way, but the confident in himself, and his walk to the bed spoke of authority.
"So, are we ready?"
She was aroused but amazed, so she could only say "Yes."
The man joined her in bed, and began to kiss her. The kiss started to intensify, and he was stroking and caressing her body. She felt the heat build up between them, and opened her legs for the wandering, exploring fingers. She hissed into his kiss as he lightly tweaked her nipples, increasing the pressure until the pain became delicious, and the juice started to flow. His hand caressed its way down her tummy, and the fingers started to play with her clean shaven slit. His stroking was opening her up, and her pearl stood up, it too became a target of his fingers, until she broke the kiss to pant in excitement. He crawled to between his legs, and with a huge bit of anticipation, the moment his tongue made contact with her clit her world grew white with the major electric shocks her body was getting from his tongue play.
She started to go crazy, as even her ex would rarely go down on her. This man was a master of cunt eating, as he hit all of her right buttons. She thrashed about as he ate her out like a Christmas Dinner. She had him stop because she was going to break from all of this pleasure. She shifted him to on top of her, so she could give him some pleasure as his cock was hanging low enough for her to kiss and lick as he returned to his meal. She finally allowed her self to suck his cock, something she was not a fan of normally, as it always felt forced, like she *had* to do it to a man, not something to happen organically.
His cock grew harder in her mouth as she sucked while he nibbled on her clit. She lost herself, she was giving him a sloppy blowjob as she was losing her damned mind with him eating her out. After a bit more sucking, and she feeling a big orgasm building, they came together. He filled her mouth, and she swallowed it all like a champ. It did not taste as bad as some of the other spunk she swallowed. She coated his face with her honey and he rolled off of her, content for a moment, to let them catch their breaths.
But they caught their second wind, and He crawled between her legs.
"Ready?"
"Oh god yes!"
He rested his beautiful cock on her slit, as he raised her hips up to meet that gorgeous cock. He pulled his hips back, taking his dick in his hand, and rubbing the head along her very wet slit, he lowered it into her awaiting pussy.
She felt every single inch as it slid into her, until it met the entrance to her cervix, where it kissed and pushed it. After a moment of letting her adjust to it, he began to build up to a jackhammer like rhythm. Slow, pull out till the head remained in her, then slamming it back in fully. Soon the pace picked up and her mind broke from all of the feelings, sensations, and the downright animal like way he is fucking her. Her head stopped shaking like she is saying no, and she lost herself in the fuck, her tongue hanging out as he was breaking her physically and mentally, releasing her from the confines of society for that brief moment of lust.
She was free, and fully enjoying this fuck. No other man she has had sex with fucked like this. This was wholly new territory for her. Her friends talked about good sex, but it never sounded quite like this. He was fully owning her, She did not think she could fuck anyone else anymore after this. This was what she was yearning for. A release, something to free her from herself for a moment, to allow her to enjoy things, like a human, instead of going through life and the motions like a machine. She was now completely out of thoughts, focusing on the incoming heavy climax. She felt him swell inside her, and he stopped, and thrust deep, until his balls rested against her asshole. She clamped down hard on him, as he pumped her full with what felt like gallons of red hot semen. It started to leak out, but he was not finished as spurt after spurt assaulted her cervix, until it accepted it all.
He held her like that for a few moments, trying to trap his spunk in her. Once he was sure it wasn't going to leak out, and that she wasn't going to force it out, he pulled out, and laid down next to her. She could only smile weakly at him, in her bask.
All he told her as he smiled...
"Sleep."
And that she did. She fell asleep instantly.
Afterwards...
The dull, heavy sounds of a helicopter overhead, and the barking of dogs roused her from her slumber. Men and women were shouting as she popped up from a snow bank, on the shore of the lake that was across from the lodge. The press hailed it as a miracle, that the college student and heiress to her father's tech empire was found alive after a week of vanishing with no trace in the man started avalanches.
She was checked out in the hospital. She was hungry and dehydrated, but alive. They ran tests on her, and after another week laid up in the hospital she was released in time to sign up for her next round of courses for quarter. However....
She woke up almost a month later feeling peculiar. Her period did not come like it normally did, and was dismissive of it, as sometimes stress messes with your cycle. She thought nothing of it, as those weird feelings grew.
She finally learned.
She was pregnant.
But it did not phase her. She wanted it.
Her "fiancee" who's face was plastered over the news with his undying love for his missing fiancee. The ring was gone. It shattered in the avalanche. When he finally made his way to her apartment, she was ready.
He tried to worm his way out of his cheating bullshit. But she ended it with a swift kick to his balls.
He was not seen anywhere near her ever again.
Later she would graduate, before her daughter was born, and settle down into a loving marriage with the rugged man who first helped her out of the snow. He accepted her, child and all.
Stranger things happen where men do not tread often, or should not tread.