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by Desconhecido

  There’s nothing like flying. No other feeling in the world, except for the sweet sensation of sliding your cock into a tight, wet pussy for the first time, compares to the pure exhilaration of riding the clouds.

  I checked my gauges. Everything was in order. I took a drink of coffee from the thermos I carried with me on all my flights. Had to have my coffee. Good, strong Italian Roast. Never left home without it.

  It had been a clear day when I started. The sun had been shining bright, its rays bouncing light off the snow-covered mountains. The weather turned suddenly. The sun vanished. A blanket of gray fell over everything, and then the snow began to fall.

  I banked to turn around and head back to the same small airfield I’d taken off from. Something thick rolled in front of me. A cloud, maybe, or some kind of mist. I don’t know now what it was, and I sure as hell didn’t know then. My gauges went wild. The next thing I knew, I was flying out of the mist, heading straight for the rock face of a mountain. I banked hard to the right and went into the sharpest climb I could manage. I almost made it. Another few feet and the wing would have missed the side of the mountain. As it was, the tip of the wing struck a piece of rock and tore away.

  I was going down. No doubt about it. I braced myself for the landing. I closed my eyes and said a prayer to whoever it was that might be listening.

  The ice- packed, snow-covered mountain top was coming at me fast.

  The last thing I remember about the accident was the god-awful sound of my $346,000 aircraft striking the ground.

  The first thing I did when I came to was check myself for damage. Looking out the front windshield, I saw a jagged wall of rock. The nose of the plane had stopped just short of smashing into the rock face, which would’ve most certainly left me dead.

  I unbuckled myself and half climbed, half stumbled from the cockpit, falling to my knees as I hit the icy ground. I took a look at my prized airplane. I had fared much better than she did, that much was evident. I, at least, was still in one piece. The Lancair had her left wing almost completely gone, and she’d left bits and pieces of herself scattered across the frozen wasteland in her wake.

  I looked around, overwhelmed by the severity of my situation. My best guess was that I was stranded somewhere between 11,000 and 14,000 feet high in some of the most rugged mountain country in North America, surrounded on all sides by sheer walls of snow-covered rock.

  I was in deep shit.

  The first thing I did was find my thermos. Thank God it was still intact, still mostly full of hot, steaming coffee. I opened it and took a drink, then I screwed the lid back on tight and set it aside. I’d make it last as long as I could. There was no doubt in my mind I was going to be here for a while.

  It was snowing harder. I searched the plane for anything I might be able to use to start a fire. I kept a few supplies tucked away in the back of the plane: a small first aid kit, blankets, dried beef, instant coffee, and bottles of water. Not much, but if I was careful, I could make it last a couple of days.

  I was hoping I’d be long gone before then.

  I scoured the landscape for timber, doused it with some of the fuel from the wreckage, and sat by the fire with a blanket wrapped around me, counting the reasons why I shouldn’t attempt to climb down the mountain.

  One very good reason was all I needed. I was stranded 14,000 feet in mountains covered with snow and ice, and I had no climbing gear. That constituted a good enough reason for me.

  * * * *

  I’m not sure when I stopped believing help would come. By day five, I was starting to see things. The food was long gone. I had a little water left. I was on the edge of consciousness when she appeared.

  She was beautiful. Her hair was white-blonde, her eyes translucent blue with flecks of gray, and her skin was pale. She wore a wisp of transparent fabric that exposed the roseate glow of her nipples and the gossamer hair of her pubis.

  She was an angel, no doubt about it. My angel, as a matter of fact.

  She drifted to me across the jagged, icy wasteland that kept us apart. She straddled me and leaned down to kiss me. The electricity of that kiss spread warmth through my entire body. I felt my nearly frozen blood begin to boil.

  She teased my mouth with her tongue, first licking my lips, then working her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me harder as she began to move her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy against my crotch.

  I felt heat spreading through my limbs. My arms began to thaw, then my legs, and soon I was moving with her, pulling her against me as I thrust my hips up to meet the movement of her hips.

  Angel slid up so she was sitting on my chest, her sweet pussy a mere inch from my face. The scent of her wafted past my nostrils. I took her by her hips and pulled her onto my face. Her knees locked tight around my head, and she began to grind herself down on my mouth.

  My tongue worked between the lips of her pussy. She tasted as sweet as honey. Her juices were warm and sticky as they flowed over my face. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris. She came up slightly, allowing me easier access to her wet, very heated opening.

  I probed her with my tongue, pushing it just inside her, moving it from one side to the other. Her ass cheeks were soft and yielding in my hands. I feasted on her, sucking up the sweetness, fucking her with my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could go with it.

  She turned around on me, not taking her pussy from my face, and fell forward, her slender fingers groping my crotch. She unsnapped my pants and tugged my zipper down, freeing my hard-on. Her mouth moved along one side of my shaft. She nibbled her way along the length of it until she came to the swollen tip, which she lovingly caressed with her warm, wet tongue.

  She took me into her mouth slowly, letting her tongue work against my hot cock as she worked her way down on it. She tightened her lips as she came up, relaxed them as she went down again, all the while working one hand up and down on my dick at the same time.

  I pushed the wispy gauze-like fabric up over her ass and marveled at how beautiful and full her cheeks were, how pink and wet the folds of flesh between her plump blonde lips. I pulled her tom y mouth again, working my tongue between the lips of her pussy, teasing the entrance a little before pushing my tongue inside her.

  I thought I heard her whimper, maybe even moan a little bit, but I couldn’t be sure. I was so caught up in the taste of her on my lips and tongue, so taken aback by the euphoria caused by the intoxicating scent of her.

  Then she was standing, her transparent dress caught in a slight breeze, her pale hair moving gently in that breeze. She brought her hands up to caress her breasts. She squeezed them, rubbing her palms across her nipples.

  She slowly raised the wispy dress over her head and stood over me, her legs wide, one foot on either side of me. I propped myself on my elbows and stared up at her pussy, watching as she fingered her slick pink inner lips.

  She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the juices from each of them, then she played with her nipples, twisting them, rolling them between her thumbs and fingers. She did all this for me, never once taking her eyes from mine.

  She held out her arms. I stood up. She kissed me again, her tongue snaking into my mouth, then she took a step back and started undressing me. I helped her, and soon I was as naked and vulnerable to the cold as she was.

  She dropped slowly to her knees in front of me, wrapping one hand around my cock (a cock that felt as hard and heavy as a 2x4 despite the freezing temperatures). She ran her tongue from the base of it, all the way up to the head of it. She swirled her tongue around the pink helmet as if she were licking an ice-cream cone, and then she went down and took my balls into her mouth and suck them, first one at a time, then the two of them together.

  She took my cock into her mouth, slowly working it to the back of her throat, taking it smoothly. Every inch disappeared. She did things to it while it was in her mouth I’d never felt before, and then she pulled back, once again letting it bob in the icy chill of the mountain air.


  She stood up, pausing halfway to kiss my stomach. She stopped again at my chest and placed kisses on it, then she teased my nipples with tiny, gentle flicks of her soft, warm, pink tongue.

  I went to my knees next, sliding my hands over her hips, around to her ass, drawing her to me as I reached her cunt. I held her close, probing her slick folds with my tongue, nudging the tip of my nose between her lips and against her clit.

  She held my head in her hands and twisted her fingers in my hair. She sighed with pleasure, and it sounded like a sweet melody, floating through the mountains, echoing back to me from jagged mountain peaks.

  I ate her pussy, nibbling the lips, slipping my tongue deep inside her. My fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. The tips of my fingers rested in the tight crack between them. I let one finger tease her puckered ass hole before I eventually worked it in.

  We made love on the frozen ground. Angel straddled me and guided the smooth, fleshy tip of my cock to her slippery hole. She sat back on it, sliding down to the base of my cock, and then she began to ride up and down. She moved slow and easy at first, but gradually began to ride me faster, coming all the way to the tip of my cock and then slamming down hard.

  I slid my hands under her and clutched her quivering ass cheeks in my hands so I could assist her in up and down motion. It was all I could do to hang on to her as she bounced on my dick. Her tits jiggled with her movement, her pale blonde hair whipped around her face.

  Snow began to fall around us. Big, wet flakes that melted as they landed on our skin. I should have been freezing, but all I could feel was the exquisite heat generated by Angel and me.

  She turned around on my cock, keeping it buried deep inside her hot cunt, and fell forward on her hands, presenting her backside to my view. I watched as she pumped her pussy on my cock, up and down, the slick pink folds clinging to my thick, hot shaft.

  I squeezed the cheeks of her ass and lifted, pulling them apart, giving myself an unobstructed view of her pussy stretched wet and pink around my dick. She was wet and slippery, hot and gripping. She pumped her hips, riding me hard, taking me fully into her, riding all the way to the tip and down again.

  She sat up like a cowgirl, her hands behind her for balance, and bounced on my cock. Her ass bounced against me, cheeks quivering. Her pussy gripped my cock like a tight hand, stroking, bringing me closer to the edge.

  She stopped suddenly and stood up.

  “Take me from behind,” she said.

  She got down on her hands and knees, panting and gasping as she reached back to help guide me inside her. I knelt behind her, running my hands over her round ass, up to her hips. My dick jutted out, slightly curved, glistening with her juices. I nudged the head between her lips, prodding the slick entrance, sliding into her with one smooth thrust. The slick heat wrapped around my cock, swallowing it, caressing it with what felt like a million tiny stroking fingers.

  Hands on her hips, I fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her pussy opened to me, swallowing every inch of my cock. My balls swung back and forth, slapping away at her cunt each time I drove into her.

  A blanket of snow lay around us now. It continued to come down, so thick I could hardly see Angel in front of me as I fucked her.

  Wind howled through the mountain pass.

  “Come with me,” Angel whispered.

  Her whispered words cut through the storm and seemed to echo off the walls of the rocky slopes around us.

  I worked a finger into her ass. It was tight and warm and accommodating. I pushed it in deeper, working it in and out, preparing her for my cock.

  I pulled out of her pussy and lifted my cock, resting the head against her puckered asshole, pushing slowly. The pink little opening stretched slowly, wrapping around the head of my cock, closing around it, drawing it in.

  The wind picked up. I could feel the ground shaking beneath my knees. I held her tighter, sliding my dick all the way into her tight bottom.

  Snow fell at an angle, blown to the side by sharp, cold wind. A distant rumble came like a freight train as snow began to slide down the sides of the mountain. The ground shook harder. I held Angel tighter, alternating between her pussy and her ass, concentrating only on fucking her while Mother Nature screamed her fury all around us. Through it all, I felt warm and alive. I was protected. Angel glanced at me over one shoulder, her half-closed eyes focused on my face, her mouth opened just slightly. She was beautiful in a way that stole my breath. A combination of innocence and lust.

  The mountain rumbled beneath us; Angel moaned.

  I fucked her harder, driving deep into the confines of her clenched pussy, then switching back to her asshole. I treated both openings with equal care. My fingers sank into the soft flesh of her hips as I held her steady against the ground-shaking fury of a snow slide.

  Even as the mountains came down around us, I gave myself fully to Angel, unleashing my own torrent of white fury. My head spun, the world around me set in motion as I reached my climax. My cock jerked inside her, sending jets of thick, hot sperm into her cunt. I screamed my pleasure into the surrounding chaos. Fire and desire ripped through me as I continued driving into Angel, filling her pussy with my cock, pushing into her so deep I felt as if I were trying to climb inside her womb.

  She moved with me, pumping her ass back against me, manipulating my dick with the slick, gripping walls of her cunt. She milked the cum from me, taking it deep inside her, trapping me inside her until she knew I had nothing left to give.

  Angel came up, pressing her back against my chest. I brought my hands up over her breasts, tugging her nipples. She moaned as she reached the peak, as she came with me.

  Over her shoulder I could see the snow rolling toward us, a wall of white…

  * * * *

  … light in my face.

  Overhead lights, sterile white walls, the smell of medicine heavy in the air.

  I looked around the room. It sank in slowly. I was alive, in a hospital, it seemed, warm under a heavy blanket. A nurse stood at the foot of my bed, her breasts nearly exploding from the top of her uniform. She was blonde, blue eyed, and very serious.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  The words came out in a jumble that sounded like a foreign language to me.

  She looked up, the serious look on her face transforming immediately into a smile. “You had an accident,” she said. “This is Cedar Point Hospital.”

  “My plane went down,” I said.

  “And you were lost for days,” she added. “You’re lucky to be alive.”

  She hung my chart back on the end of the bed and came around to one side, leaning over to feel my forehead. Her breasts fell against the front of her uniform, once again threatening to break loose. I may have been incapacitated, but my cock was still in working order. I felt the stirrings of an erection.

  “A bad storm made it hard to find you,” she said. “It’s a miracle you managed to stay alive.”

  “I had a guardian angel.”

  “You must have,” she agreed. “The doctor will be in to see you in a minute.”

  She turned to go. I watched her leave. Her uniform was short, just barely covering her plump bottom. It would have been nice if she’d dropped something on her way out the door.

  I closed my eyes and recalled the image of my naked angel, her hair pale blonde, her eyes translucent and distant. I recalled the way she tasted, the way she smelled. Was it possible she’d been a figment of my imagination?

  I didn’t think so.

  I fell asleep and dreamed of the nurse. In my dream, she did drop something, and when she bent over to pick it up, I got a look at the lacy white panties my mind had conjured up for her.

  In my dream, where everything is possible, I stood behind her and tugged her panties aside, and I slid my cock into her pretty blonde pussy. She pressed back against me and rotated her sexy ass, working her pussy on my cock. She finished me off with her mouth, looking up at me with big blue eyes, licking he
r lips to show me how much she enjoyed the taste of my cum.

  * * * *

  Someone came into my room, disturbing my dream. I woke up, hoping to see the nurse. I had a bigger surprise instead.

  “I’m Doctor Miller,” she said.

  Her hair was blonde, slightly darker than I remembered, and her eyes were a different shade of blue, but her facial features were the same.

  “Do I know you?” I asked.

  “Not that I know of,” she said. “I don’t believe we’ve met, and you haven’t been conscious sent you were brought in this morning.”

  “It’s just… you look like someone.”

  “Oh.”

  “Well, how am I, doc?”

  “You had severe hypothermia and frostbite when you arrived, but you’re going to be fine.”

  “I still have all my body parts then?”

  “Yes,” she said, smiling. “You still have all your body parts.”

  “That’s good.”

  She looked at my chart, hung it back on the end of the bed, and said, “I’ll check back with you before I leave tonight.”

  “Thanks,” I said.

  She headed for the door.

  “Hey, doctor,” I said.

  She stopped and turned around.

  “Yes?”

  “You ever been to the mountains?”

  “Once or twice,” she replied, smiling before she left the room.

  I was released two days later. I tried to contact Doctor Miller, whose first name was Rebecca, a week after I was released. I was told there was no such person on staff at the hospital, nor had there ever been.

  I still don’t know what happened to me while I was stranded in the mountains. I dream about her still, my angel, the woman who took me in her sexual graces and loved me back to life.

  Mount Angel.

  That’s what I call the place in the Cascades that nearly took my life. It’s where she lives.