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Subject: {ASSM} " The Guaddess" (MF FMF creampie smother) by Creampie Eater
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The Guaddess
------------

My fiancé is a pretty jealous woman.  That's why I was
surprised when she suggested a female friend of hers
be my hiking buddy on the trip I'd planned trough the
Guadalupe Mountains of west Texas.  It wasn't a
too-long hike, only four or five nights, so I could do
it myself.  Cissy, though, insisted I not hike alone,
and suggested her friend Amanda.  She wore me down,
and I finally accepted the suggestion.

Amanda was available for the dates I had planned, and
we talked several times on the phone.  Turns out she
was a former ranger living in the area.  She'd made
the hike many times, and so was a perfect hiking
buddy.  I didn't realize how perfect she was until I
met her at the trailhead, the day before our hike.

Cissy and I arrived late at the Pine Springs
campground of the Guadalupe Mountains National Park,
and got a tent site before going to the visitor
center/ranger station.  We chatted with the park
workers there, obtaining backcountry permits and the
like.  The looked Cissy over when I said there would
be two of us going, because Cissy is definitely not
the back-woodsy type.

"Oh, I'm not going," Cissy laughed.  "My friend Amanda
is.  Do you guys know Amanda Goodwinter?" she asked.

It wasn't until I met Amanda that I understood their
reaction.  The two guys looked first at Cissy, then
stared at me as if I had won the lottery.  The girl
looked at Cissy as if she were looney.  "Yeah, we know
the Goddess," she said scathingly.  She pronounced it
like 'Gawdess', and I learned later that it was really
'Guaddess'.  Amanda was the Guaddess of the Guadalupe
Mountains, a legend.

I was still puzzling out their reaction when in walked
a stunning woman.  Medium height, tanned to a mellow
caramel color with striking blonde hair worn in a
tight and thick braid down her back, she was pretty in
a rowdy way.  She was the epitome of the sexy outdoors
woman, from her unbuttoned technical shirt to her
short convertible shorts.  Her legs were long and
strong, ending in well used boots and heavy socks
rolled down to the tops.

She was a Guaddess!

"Oh Amanda!" Cissy squealed.

"Cissy!" the Guaddess answered, in a strong voice that
was still feminine.  They hugged like the old friends
they were, while the two guys and the gal looked on,
envious.

I was introduced, and I found Amanda's handshake to be
firm and manly.  Frankly, I didn't know whether to be
aroused by her or to consider her to be male
competition.  Mostly, I was glad to have not be
saddled with a frail and weak hiking mate.  There was
no way Amanda was going to be a whiner on the trail
like Cissy was.

Business completed, we retreated to our campsite, and
Amanda set up her tent next to ours.  We completed our
plans and preparations, then had a nice last dinner. 
When the stars appeared, we turned out the latern and
turned in.

Cissy was surprisingly frisky.  Usually, she is a
little hesitant about sex, wanting me to initiate
contact and to direct the action.  But, under the
glorious array of stars we could see through the
netted tent-top, she started it.  Her hand found my
cock, then she slid around so that her lips found it. 
She's not that into cocksucking, but she was giving me
a blowjob to remember on the trail.  Maybe she was a
bit nervous about me being alone for five days with
Amanda, I don't know.  I just know that she sucked me
until I came.

Quickly, she moved back up and her mouth yawned open,
ready to shove the gooey strings of cum back into my
mouth.  We kissed like that for some time, swapping my
sperm back and forth.  I was already regaining an
erection when I went down on her.

I wasn't too surprised to find that she was extremely
wet.  She must have been aroused to be so frisky,
after all.  I was very surprised when she let out a
long, low moan that sounded like some wild animal. 
She's not vocal, but the sound seemed to just well up,
out of control.  A minute later, she was bucking
against my mouth, then she came.

Before resuming, we zipped our rectangular sleeping
bags together.  Comfy in the bags, I slowly entered
her and we fucked for a nice long time, slow and easy,
chatting about our affection.  We were both tired when
I came in her, so by mutual agreement we fell asleep
with my cock still buried deeply.

We awoke a little before dawn to the smell of bacon
frying.  Amanda was already awake, and making
breakfast.  As she finished, I struck the camp.  I was
not carrying any of the things in the camp; it was
comfortable but too heavy for the trail.  Instead,
Cissy would drive around to the other end of the trail
to collect us, carrying the extra gear.  I got it
altogether and in the back of my 4x4 pickup truck,
then sat down to the last meal.

Soon after, Amanda and I hit the trail.  Cissy made a
show of kissing me goodbye, then laughingly warned
Amanda to "Keep your hands of my man, y'hear?"  Though
she said it as a joke, I detected a dangerous edge in
her voice.

Almost right away, the Guaddess ignored Cissy's
demand.  Much of it wasn't her fault, because she was
just being herself.  For example, she took the lead
and so I had to follow her and view her shapely strong
legs as the flexed during the initial climbout. 
Seeing her nice round ass clenching during the hardest
humps was arousing, and yet not a conscious effort on
her part to be sexy.

However, standing on a ridgeline during a break,
unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way, and
flapping it into the wind (thus revealing her
bralessness!) to cool off... well, that was uncalled
for.  How could I not stare at her sweaty but perfect
breasts?  When she caught me staring, she waved off my
apology, saying she was flattered that a man like me
still noticed women like her.

Our first camp was after a rugged seven hour hike.  We
pushed the Pine Top campsite, and on to the Bush
Mountain area.  I wasn't used to the elevation, nor
they incredibly blue and dry air, and I was tired.  I
wanted to do nothing more than sit and doze, but the
Guaddess started making camp right away.  Not wanting
to seem less rugged, I pitched in too.

To save weight, we were using bivy sacks.  These are
waterproof sleeping bag covers, but I dispensed with a
full sleeping bag in favor of a lighter summer bag. 
They didn't require much to erect; mine had a single
flexible pole that bent over to create some space for
my head.  I had my sack set up quickly, but Amanda was
even faster and had set up a micro trail stove to
start making "stew".

There weren't other backpackers in the remote approved
campsite, so we were all each other had.  I had little
to do but watch her preparations and make quiet
conversation.  After some initial activity, Amanda
just had to wait for the stove to boil the dinner. 
Using the break, she pulled out some lotion and began
to rub it on her arms, then legs.  It was fascinating
to watch her hands gliding over her muscles.  However,
she soon realized she'd made a strategic error: she
wanted to put it on her feet as well, but was still
wearing her boots.

"Damn," she cursed.  "Would you mind taking off my
boots for me?  My hands are all oily."

I agreed, and untied her knots, and slipped off one
boot, then her sock.  I was pleased to see dainty
feet, with pink polish on the toes.  I don't have a
foot fetish, but I can appreciate pretty feet like she
had.  I started on the other boot, while she started
putting lotion on her foot.  You can appreciate the
pretzel we were forming, and how I felt sitting
between her legs with her face dangerously close to
mine.  When I had the other boot off, I excused myself
to "drain the snake", but really I was looking for a
way to conceal my tent-like erection.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and we both
were awed by the beauty of the mountain sunset.  The
wild Guadalupe Mountains are not like others you might
see.  No snow, no real alpine areas.  They are
untamed, and simply gorgeous.  I wished Cissy were
there to fuck; I mean, to enjoy the view with.

Amanda is an active person who easily finds sleep.  It
didn't take long after we'd crawled into our own
bivies before I heard her breathing deepen and become
regular.  Remember the sights of the day, my hand
reached down and I brought myself to satisfaction.  A
wanker from long back, I knew how to capture my
ejaculate, and how to dispose of it orally.  My sexual
tension relieved, I fell asleep myself.

I awoke the next day, orienting myself to the sounds
of the backcountry.  I'm pretty experienced, so I
could place the natural sounds.  I did hear an odd,
human sound.  Quietly, I turned my head and stifled a
gasp.  Amanda was sitting up on her bivy, facing away
from me.  Her heavy blonde braid was straight down her
nude muscular back.  She had removed her shirt and was
getting a quick towel bath.  From time to time, I
caught a glimpse of the side of her right breast, and
I wanted to see more.  I watched, hating the voyeur in
me, but aroused again at her form.  She really was the
Guaddess.

I waited for several very long minutes after she put
her shirt on, then feigned waking up.  After that, it
was a commonplace day of backpacking.  The scenery was
both heavenly in splendor, and hellish in its heat and
hard climbs over rocky terrain.  I adored and cursed
it in equal measure.  We had a cold lunch of trail
mix, and reached our next campsite a few hours later.

We were very sweaty by the time we off-loaded our
packs.  Amanda did her normal flapping of her shirt,
then pointedly asked if she may please keep it
unbuttoned.  "I don't think Cissy would like it," she
said, "so would you mind not telling her?  I'm just so
damn hot!"  I agreed, feeling a pang of guilt.  On the
other hand, she had tucked her open shirt in a the
sides so that her breasts were totally exposed.  No
way could I not let Amanda find a way to cool off, and
no way could I tell Cissy about how sexy her breasts
were with their hard brown nipples; Amanda's
suggestion to keep mum was a good one.

I did my part to keep her comfortable by taking off my
own shirt.  A moment later, Amanda was at my side,
asking over a bump she had seen.  "Does this hurt?"
she asked, pressing gently on a bump on the back of my
shoulder.  I thought I could feel her nipples
caressing my back, but surely I was fantasizing.

"It doesn't hurt," I told her.  I am not sure I would
have felt anything, with the Guaddess so near.  "What
does it look like?" I asked, stalling for additional
time.

"Like maybe a bug bite?" she said.  "Did you get bit
last night?"

"Maybe," I said.  Amanda got some cream and spread
some on my shoulder.  Her fingers felt wonderful.  It
took an effort to contain my hormones, and to think
clearly enough to not step off the ridge of the
mountain.  I felt intoxicated.

Thank goodness it was time for dinner, and it was my
turn to cook it.  I looked forward to regaining my
senses, but Amanda is a wicked woman.  Instead of the
pleasant idle chat common to backcountry
conversations, she decided to talk about how she
remembered being in this campsite with a couple
college guys several years ago.  Apparently, she had
fond memories of no-holds-barred sex.  The details
were lurid and fascinating, and Amanda had no problem
recalling any of them.

Worse, somehow the conversation steered over to how
she and Cissy had shared a room in college.  A room,
and briefly, a bed.  My ears burned and my brain ached
at the thought of the hot lesbian sex she and Cissy
had experimented with.  "In the end, we decided we
liked guys more," Amanda concluded.  'More,' I
realized, not 'exclusively'.  That left open the
tempting notion that my wife-to-be might still enjoy
some girl-girl action (preferably with me around to
watch or help).

Amanda, meanwhile, clearly knew the effect she was
having on me and clearly enjoyed it.  In response, I
acted as if nothing at all had happened.  I wanted her
to be as frustrated in her designs as I was.

After nightfall, I took a roll of toilet paper, a hand
shovel, and my flashlight and wandered the proscribed
200' away from the campsite to go poop.  Thing is, I
didn't have to.  Instead, I quickly whacked off,
spraying a particularly lonely tree.  Letting myself
squirt was very satisfying, and just what I needed to
regain my balance against Amanda's overt sexuality.

Amanda was quietly reading a paperback book by
flashlight in her bivy sack when I returned.  I noted
immediately that her khaki shirt and her khaki shorts
were both hanging from a nearby limb.  She was either
in her panties or nude inside that bivy.  As casually
as I could, I said my goodnights and slipped inside my
sack.  After a frustrating half hour, she sighed and
turned out her flashlight.  I thought I heard some
quiet rustling, like maybe she was masturbating, and
later her breathing settled into a very deep pattern.

I again awoke, listening to the sounds.  Again, I
heard Amanda cleaning up.  I was unsurprised to see
her standing, nude, and wiping the stale dust from her
body.  She even turned occasionally, looking to see if
I was awake.  If she saw me looking, she gave no sign.
 I was left with quick views of a densely forested
pubic patch below her taught stomach.  I was also left
with the thought that she was a temptress.

"That's it!" I thought suddenly.  Amanda was along on
my hike to tempt me into having sex with her. 
Undoubtedly, Cissy had arranged this with her, to
check me out one last time before we married.  It was
the kind of jealous, devious thing that Cissy would
do.  It explained a lot, like how Cissy would suggest
such a sexy woman to accompany me, and why Amanda
would be so damn sexual around me.

I laid there for a while, evaluating how I felt about
the situation.  Maybe I was wrong in my sudden
suspicion, but I bet I wasn't.  So, why had Cissy
commissioned Amanda to tempt me?  Did she doubt my
faithfulness?  I had never given her reason to doubt
me.  I finally decided that Cissy was more jealous
than brilliant, and that part of me liked her
jealousy.  I could pass this test, and we could be
happy if I didn't get stuck on overthinking the
situation.

On the other hand, now I could have some fun at
Amanda's expense.  I supposed she must be a pretty
freely sexual lady to go along with Cissy's stupid
plan.  As such, maybe she was even hornier than I was.
 I'd find out.

I struggled out of the bivy before Amanda was fully
dressed.  She was topless, and pretended to get all
modest when she saw that I was awake.  Instead of
acting shocked, I looked at her blandly and said,
"Good morning."

"Good morning," she said, pulling on her shirt while
looking puzzled.

"So, why the topless look?" I asked casually, rolling
up the sleeping bag and then the bivy sack.

"I, uh, was wiping off some of the trail dust," she
said, letting the arms she had over her breasts fall
down.  She stood there, unashamedly standing
barebreasted.

"That's a pretty good idea," I said.  "Now, dust
doesn't really bother me.  Plus, I love the feeling of
taking that first warm shower when you get off the
trail."  My eyes got wistful remembering the feeling
of the shower, and hers did too.

"Yeah, that feels great," she agreed.  Realizing that
her breasts were no big deal to me, she slipped on her
shirt and we got down to having breakfast and hitting
the trail.

When we set our packs down for a quick lunch, she
arched her back very seductively.  Then she looked
around as if recognizing the place.  "Hey, I remember
being here," she said.  She pointed at a lone
alligator oak standing sentry on the ridgeline, not
more than thirty feet away.  "I remember giving my old
boyfriend a blowjob right there, while he was leaning
against the tree."

"Did he like it?" I teased, determined to not get
aroused at the sudden mental image of the Guaddess
swallowing my meat.

"Yeah," she said, winking at me.  "He loved my BJs." 
She looked at me for a minute, then sat next to me. 
"So... do you like BJs?" she asked.  I got the clear
impression that she was implying that she'd give one
if I wanted.

"You mean, giving or receiving?"  I asked.

She choked on the trailmix in her mouth.  "Do you like
giving BJs?" she gasped.

"Naw, but I wanted to make sure I knew what you were
asking."  She was staring at me, so I touched her arm
knowingly, then assured her I liked a good hummer as
much as the next guy.  Her skin felt electric to my
touch.

"Well, all my boyfriends have said I give great head,"
she said, a little confused by my lack of reaction. 
"I think its because I swallow."  Her eyebrows shot up
for emphasis.

I took a slow drink of water from my camelback hose,
then stood and slipped my pack back on.  "Well, I for
one think swallowing is overrated," I commented.  I
made sure she was looking at me before I confided, "I
prefer Cissy to snowball me after I cum in her mouth."

That got a reaction!  "You like snowballs?" she
gasped.

"Sure!" I said, shrugging as if every guy I knew loved
them.  "Who doesn't?"

For the next several hours, we held a start and stop
conversation on the merits of exchanging bodily
fluids.  Talk started on the rare easy portion of the
trail.  Talk stopped more frequently on the tough
portions of the trail.  We were on the tough Bush
Mountain trail now, and the going wasn't easy.

Finally, we stopped for the evening at our last
campsite.  It had been the hardest hiking day, and we
had spent precious energy sextalking on the trail.  I
knew, though, that the Guaddess would make a last
ditch effort to tempt me, so I prepared for it.

"Can I ask a couple favors from you?" she queried
sweetly.

"Sure," I answered.

"Would you mind cooking dinner?"

"Nope.  Glad to do it."

"And... would you let me take off my clothes?  I feel
so overheated!"  She asked this with a really doubtful
expression, as if letting her do this was a horrible
chore for me.

"Only if I can look," I laughed.

I tried to busy myself by arranging my bivy sack and
making dinner.  I didn't really want to see the
lushness of Amanda's body.  I did look from time to
time, and saw she had stopped at her panties.  I began
to envy her, with the wind rapidly cooling the naked
skin.  Quietly, I shucked my own clothes so that I was
just in my undershorts too.  It felt really good, and
completely natural.  I felt like I could resist her.

Then, she began to take out her long braid.  Now, I am
a sucker for blondes, and her hair was thick and
gorgeous.  After having been braided for so long, it
looked as if she had a wavy perm.  Her fingers ran
slowly through her hair, like a sexy Pantene
commercial.  Soon, I sported a boner.

It was difficult to eat dinner, with her so close with
so much flesh exposed and her hair flying like a flag
in the breeze.  She didn't sit modestly, either. 
Instead, she sat with legs spread in a semi
Indian-style.  Her panties pressed closed to her hairy
muff, and I swear I could see the outlines of full,
womanly pussy lips.

After dinner, as light was fading, she got right to
the point.  "So, wanna fuck?" she asked.

I choked, not expecting such a direct question. 
"Noooo," I lied.

"C'mon, let's fuck," she said agreeably.  "All this
sex talk all day got me horny as hell, and I really
want to put that boner to use."  She giggled after she
said it.

"Sorry, but this boner is reserved for Cissy," I said,
trying to sound noble.

"C'mon, she'll never know!"  And so, it went for about
twenty torturous minutes.  The supremely sexy Guaddess
tried to convince me to fuck her, or at least let her
suck me, or anything, and I resisted.  Finally, she
said, "Fine, then I'll just masturbate."

"Go for it," I told her, crawling into the bivy.  Part
of me wanted to watch, especially since she spread her
legs and pointed her pussy right at me so that I could
see her fingers do their thing.  The other part of me
spent the time cursing Cissy for making me endure
this.

The next morning, Amanda offered to fuck me for the
last time.  I declined, and she let it go.  She put
her long hair up using a karabiner (what a novel
use!).  We had a quick breakfast, then packed up and
hiked out of the mountains and in to the Dog Canyon
campground on the far side of the National Park, just
south of the New Mexico border.  Coming up to the
trailhead, I spied my pickup and the tent beyond. 
Cissy was there!

She was sitting at a picnic table, reading when she
heard us marching up.  Squealing, she ran to me and
wrapped her arms as far around me as my pack would
allow.  I took it off and hugged her properly.  Then,
I kissed her.

About two minutes after our arrival, she quietly
asked, "Anything major happen?"  I understood at once
that it was a code question to Amanda, asking if I had
been faithful.

"Nope, it was a easy hike," Amanda answered, and Cissy
grabbed me once again, kissing me with even more fury.

Eventually, Cissy noted how stinky we were. 
Unfortunately, the Dog Canyon campground was very
primitive, with no showers.  Unfazed, Amanda said that
she might know some of the rangers in the camp and
they might let us use their shower.  She and I walked
over there, and it didn't take much sweet talkin' from
the Guaddess to get us a nice warm shower.

We were no sooner back in the camp area than Cissy
grabbed me and pulled me into the tent.  "Take me,"
she said excitedly.  She had arranged our camp
sleeping bags into a fluffy nest, and she reclined in
it and struggled out of her clothes.  My clothes came
off just as fast, and after a quick hug and kiss, I
pressed myself into her already moist opening.

Despite the extreme horniness I had endured at the
hands of Amanda, I lasted a nice long time before
exploding into my fiancé.  Not hardly sated, I kissed
her hard before trailing down to clean up the mess
we'd made.  My tongue sank immediately into her
fuckhole, swimming in the cum I had recently deposited
in her.  Cissy and I both let out moans of pleasure as
I licked and sucked her honeypot.

"Lay on your back baby," she said suddenly.  "I want
to ride your face."

"MMmmmm, the better to eat you babe," I responded.  I
rolled over, and slid up, waiting for Cissy to settle
into my favorite position.  Her thighs split wide over
my face, opening her nether valley and allowing the
creampie to ooze out.  I had only to wriggle my tongue
to have it bathed in sticky strings of flowing nectar.

"I have a confession," she said quietly.  "I put
Amanda up to trying to tempt you into having sex with
her."

"You did?" I asked, gasping for air because she was
settling ever harder onto my worshipping mouth.

"Yes, and I'm not proud of it," she said.  "But, you
were faithful to me, and I love you for that."  I
could barely hear her, with her thighs forming
earmuffs.

"I love you baby," I said into her pussy.

"I know, and I love you too.  And I want to reward
you."

"MMMmmmm?" I moaned.  "This is reward enough."

"Tell you what," I heard her say.  She lifted off
slightly.  "Let's see if you say that in an hour or
so.  Put your arms in position."

I'll admit, one of my favorite things about sex with
her is that she will assume a dominant role. One of
the pleasures we sometimes share is in forced
facesitting.  She taught me to put my arms up over my
head while she puts her knees on either side of them
to force them down.  Then, she can settle slowly onto
my face.  If we do it just right, I am trapped between
her thighs, unable to resist as she smothers me with
her pussy.  Her crotch becomes my entire world, and if
I want to breathe I need to give her proper oral
attention.  Then she'll rock up a little, letting me
gasp for air.  The gasping feels very good to her too,
as the rushing air flows over her pussy.  This ain't
for everyone, but I loved it.  I was hooked the first
time she tried it with me.

To get my breath rewards, I have to concentrate very
hard on her pleasure.  But, almost right away, I was
distracted by something unusual.  I knew Cissy's body
position during smothering, and I knew she wouldn't
reach my cock.  And yet, a female hand gripped me and
pointed my cock up.  Then, a set of lips--surely
Amanda's--wrapped around my shaft and began bobbing up
and down.

This new set of lips seemed to be urging me to cum,
but how could I concentrate on that?  I was
disoriented, and overloaded with stimulation.  During
facesitting, I will often get close to cumming just
from pleasuring Cissy.  This time, when I got close
the mouth abruptly stopped sucking my cock.  Instead,
a pair of hands began to pinch and pull my nipples
roughly.  If I had the air to spare, I would have
groaned.

Some time later, maybe a minute or maybe thirty
minutes, the hands left my nipples.  I felt a very wet
pussy sliding onto my cock and beginning to fuck me. 
Cissy started to flood my worshipping mouth, adding a
drowning hazard to suffocation.  She seemed to love
having Amanda fucking me!  Suddenly, Cissy started
grinding in her characteristic pre-orgasm way.  A
minute later, my whole head was squeezed as she
spasmed in a long orgasm.  Then, she toppled over.

I was free!  I sucked in fresh air, filling my lungs
with the coolness of the mountain valley.  When my
eyes focused, I confirmed that Amanda was on top of
me, fucking me quite savagely.  Her blonde hair was
free, swinging with each hump, enhancing her image as
a wild woman.  She leaned forward and pinned me down,
her back flexing as she rode me.

"Cum, and I have another surprise for you," she said,
leaning forward yet more to bite my lip.  It hurt, and
yet totally suited the mayhem of the moment.  "I need
your cum in me," she growled.

I turned my head to look at Cissy.  She was awake, a
look of lust on her face.  She too had given into the
carnality of the moment.  She was stroking her still
steaming pussy, licking her lips and watching us. 
Adjusting my gaze, I saw that her nipples had bite
marks around them... Amanda had been chewing her teats
while Cissy rode me.  The memory that they had shared
a Sapphic past took me over the edge.

I thrust deep into Amanda, who sat down just as
heavily to jam my cock in balls-deep.  I felt the
pleasurable swelling, then cum raced through my cock
and into the Guaddess.  She fucking deserved every
fucking drop!

That was when the real surprise happened.  Amanda
growled, "On your back," and Cissy obeyed without
hesitation.  Amanda lifted off me, and knelt astride
Cissy's face.  I saw that Cissy's arms were in the
position she'd taught me.  Oh God.  Amanda was going
to smother Cissy--my fiancé--with my cum!

I watched, mesmerized, as my fiancé serviced another
woman.  At Amanda's suggestion, I spread her legs and
felt her pussy.  I'd never felt it so wet.  Clearly,
eating my creampie from Amanda was something she
enjoyed.  Amanda told me as much as well.  "Cissy is
the best cuntsucker I've ever met," she sighed,
raising up to let Cissy gasp for air.

Soon, I was erect and began fucking Cissy again. 
Eventually, Amanda came with a flood of creampie, and
I was able to kiss it from Cissy's face.  Amanda
disappeared for a moment, only to return with her
sleeping bag.  We all slept in the tent that night,
taking turns with each other.

Dog Canyon is famous for the sudden howling gusts of
winds.  You can hear them coming out of the mountains
like freight trains, and then they hit your tent,
threatening to flatten it.

That night, the winds weren't all that rocked the
tent.  Nor were was it the source for all the howls
heard.

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