She continued past the peak of Mt. Eddy, whose white, snowcapped summit reached 8,500ft in height, still barely enough to reach halfway up her shins. The goddess was beyond big, beyond all comprehension. People as far away as Sacramento, 200 miles away, managed to see her with the naked eye. And though she was only a small shape on the horizon, it was enough to fill Sacramento with fear.
The yellow lines lead her south of Callahan, a small town stationed on the end of Hayden Ridge, next to Highway 3. Giselle quickly made her way over this highway, not knowing about Callahan nearby. And in her haste, quakes of the 9th magnitude rocked the small invisible town. Luckily, the town was mostly abandoned; it’s population of 152 people unwilling to run the risk of being crushed. They had witnessed the pleasure of the goddess straddling Mt. Shasta, heard the conversation she had with the skywriters and felt the ground move beneath them as she approached on her hands and knees. After all that, few felt the need to take any chances.
On the other hand, those that stayed were rather safe, as the tremors she had caused were of extremely short intervals. Coming as close as two miles away, none of her steps were long or powerful enough to destroy any of the buildings of the town. And other than a few broken dishes and the distant obliterated side roads, the goddess passed by without damage. The handful of men that lived there believed that the experience was more than worth the risk. The sight of goddess Gisele, growing into the sky as she approached, her swinging hips, her swaying breasts, blonde hair gently waving in the wind, her tanned skin glistening with sweat, was a sight that no one had the audacity to forget. To the townsfolk, the goddess was an enormous cumulus cloudscape, hiding a good portion of the blue sky behind her while making it impossible to see her as a whole. At this distance, those that stared at her breasts had her hips outside their peripheral vision and those that stared at her waist had the same problem with her facade. And as the bachelors of the town hooted to the sight of her waxing buttocks, now visible as she passed by, Gisele couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in light of growing euphoria.
She barely noticed it at first as she came down Mt. Shasta, a slight tingling sensation from her pussy. But as she passed over the first highway, the stretching required to position her knees safely away from the roadway had caused something to move inside her. She barely felt it, but ever since then a slight electric prickle was emanating from her clitoris. And the more she moved forward, the stronger the sensation became. She was mostly able to ignore the feeling, though every once in a while she couldn’t help but bite her lip, close her eyes, or even gasp in ecstasy.
She considered stopping to “alleviate” the problem, but it didn’t feel right to do it here, she was causing enough problems as it was. She would have to wait, at least till she got to the Pacific.
Aside from passing over the countless mountain ranges, ridges, valleys, creeks and peaks in the Kalmath National Forest, the next 21 miles were uneventful. Yet, with each passing step, Gisele became more and more aroused and she couldn’t tell how much long she could hold it in. She tried to keep herself distracted by enjoying the beautiful view. From her vantage point, she could see the glittering snowcapped sierras, the deep green forests and the sparkling rivers. But she couldn’t help imagining a cool waterfall pouring pure, fresh glacial water over her clitoris, which she felt now exposed to the turbulent, icy mountain air. She didn’t think she could make it and her twitching labia was proving her right.
The small town of Orleans, merely 30 miles away from the coast, could see Gisele when she straddled Mt. Shasta, but once she was on her hands and knees, she disappeared beneath the peaks that surrounded the settlement. It was only after she passed Callahan that they began to see her emerge once again from the landscape.
It did not take long for the townsfolk to realize that Gisele was headed straight towards them. And once they did, they started to panic. The local police force tried to maintain order, but many people were trying to flee the city. Those that fled naturally used I-96 South, a road that eventually led to the coast. However, I-96 South was the very highway Gisele needed to cross. Many were advised to either stay or go north, but only a few listened. The highway patrolmen of Orleans had set up blockades, attempting to catch anyone using the highway, but a good number of them had already escaped and they were all now in harms way.
Gisele stopped at the base of Sauerkraut peak, a mere 9 miles away from Orleans. She was gasping for air; her eye’s squeezed shut, unable to take another step. She sat on her folded legs and leaned back, moaning with a bone-shaking zeal. She felt like she would orgasm if she took another step.
“HOLD ON, WAIT.” She moaned with her eyes still closed. She bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together, trying to suppress the urge to insert something into her already occupied pussy.