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Authors name: Anon PIXNIX Author
Story title : Snow Cave
PART 1 OF 2
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Wind raged through the low scrub, driving the snow
like pellets. No glimpse of sky nor marked trail emerged
from the wintry blast. Carrie knew they were lost. Hours
before, her husbands back had disappeared into the fro-
zen gloom. Now she trudged on, half frozen, with just
two of their original party. Terrified of being left
behind to die, she struggled to stay up with them.
Like badgers, they clawed at the snow hollowing out
a cave in a massive drift. They dug deep, pushing the
snow out behind them, carving out walls and a ceiling,
then jamming the entrance with their packs.
The tiny cave was a welcome refuge away from the
stinging wind. Weary from their frigid struggle they lay
back in the snow and gathered their strength. Between
them, a stub of a candle burned in a makeshift holder,
sending flickering black shadows onto the pristine
walls. Its feeble flame was scarcely enough to take the
edge off the biting cold, but they treasured it as if it
was the key to life itself.
Later, with the candle snuffed, they huddled together
in a cocoon made of their bedrolls. Carrie was in the
middle, snuggled for warmth between the two men. Out-
side, the wind loosed its moaning fury all around them.
She thought of her husband and the rest of the group.
They had the compass and would be safe now from the per-
ishing cold. He hadn't even looked back, knowing that
she couldn't keep up. Tears sprang to her eyes and she
cursed him under her breath. But for the two strangers
she was wedged between, heed left her alone to die in
the icy gale.
She dozed fitfully, her sleep fragmented by the dread
of succumbing to the numbing cold. She longed for the
candle but blanched at the thought of using up its pre-
cious life. Grateful for the warmth of her companions,
she burrowed deeper into the bed and dropped into a
troubled sleep.
Through the veil of her fatigue, she felt a hand cup-
ping her breast. She rolled on her side pretending to be
asleep, reluctant to move from the warm refuge of the
bed. The hand returned, insinuating itself under her
layered garments in a quest for bare skin. Her breath
paused in her lungs while her mind searched for what to
do. She knew she should move away, give up the warmth.
But thoughts of being off on her own in the cold cave
stilled her limbs.
A second hand came from the other side and immedi-
ately set to work on the buttons of her shirt. The first
was already rolling her nipple between callused fingers.
She knew within moments both of her breasts would fall
prey to their touch. Images of her husband flickered in
her mind and she wondered what he would think if he
could see her now. The seething possessiveness that
marked their marital relationship lodged in her throat
like an acrid pill. He demanded a much higher morality
of her than of himself, and she had never questioned it.
But the sight of him pressing on through the raging
storm without her...
The two men continued to loosen Carrie's clothes and
their hands roamed over her secret places. Her objec-
tions sounded weak, tentative and half-hearted. She was
told to 'Hush. We could all be dead in the morning¹. She
thought again of her husband, safe with the rest of the
party, and blamed him bitterly for not staying close to
her. Damn you! Damn you! cried from her heart.
It was warm and she felt protected between the men.
She felt her drawers being tugged down by two sets of
hands. Surprising even herself, she raised her buttocks
to let them go. She unfastened the remaining buttons on
her own shirt and wriggled out of it.
They helped her with her leggings and she snuggled
between them, naked except for her heavy socks. She lay
on her back and her knees made a tent in the blankets.
Fingers roughened by hard work thrilled her belly. She
moved her leg to help them find their way to the liquid
pooling at her entrance.
No man but her husband had ever touched her there.
Muttered prayers for forgiveness tumbled from her lips
and dissolved in the hiss of excitement that sent tre-
mors of delight rippling through her belly.
Upon discovering her open legs and abundant wetness,
one of the men whispered 'What an agreeable woman you
are.¹ and kissed her lightly on the cheek. 'A beauty
with swollen tits and a sweet slit that weeps for at-
tention.¹
There was a hand on each breast and two moving be-
tween her legs taking turns feeling her saturated sex.
Her own hands were filled with theirs. Both men felt
considerably larger than her husband. In the darkness
of the snow cave, she studied the contours with her
fingertips creating images from touch that her eyes
could not provide in the darkness. Their cocks were
very different. Joseph¹s long and uncircumcised.
Victor¹s, shorter, thicker, and missing the foreskin.
Carrie wished she could see them. She imagined
Victor¹s as dark skinned, swarthy, menacing. The knob
was smooth, almost silken and the size of an English
plum. The sturdy shaft rose through a mass of coarse,
unruly pubic hair. At the base of his powerful cock she
found his sack and weighed his massive balls in her
hand. A blush came to her cheeks as she realized that
she wanted to kiss his belly and run her tongue along
the gnarled root. But, there was Joseph too. She liked
the feel of his cock. With the heel of her hand tight
against his belly, there was a good three inches that
protruded above her fist. His balls were not huge like
Victor¹s but they were ample nuggets in a tight pouch.
He was hairy from his belly to the tops of his thighs.
Their weathered hands felt good on her soft skin. She
loved the way they moved across her body and touched as
if they owned her private places. Her bottom squirmed
eagerly and her hands drew on their cocks as if milking
them to readiness.
Joseph shifted his weight and moved onto his knees.
As if by prior agreement, Victor gave way and let him
move between her legs. The blankets pulled up and cold
air leaked into their cocoon, invigorating the gaping
wet furrow that awaited Joseph.
A long sigh of satisfaction moaned from her lips as
he entered her. Deep in her belly she could feel the tip
of his cock nudge the opening to her womb.
¹What a pleasant cunt you have Mrs.,¹ he drolled in
his faintly Irish accent. 'So nice and tight and wet as
a cod's tongue.
No force on earth could have kept her hips still
then. She rose to meet him stroke for powerful stroke.
Beside her on the blanket Victor whispered lewd and
erotic thoughts that quickly pushed her to the brink.
The darkness in the tiny snow cave was filled with the
sounds of her orgasm and the smells of her lust.
She was glad of the dark. Shame for what she had just
done made her face feel hot. Joseph's seed wept onto the
blanket and immediately felt cold and wet to the touch.
In the tangle of discarded clothes, she found her under-
pants and mopped between her legs. In spite of her
crimson cheeks her hands trembled and her heart pounded
with an undeniable exhilaration.
Joseph was on his back and snoring and Carrie dozed
fitfully. Beside her, Victor kept a silent vigil. He was
waiting patiently until the inky blackness in the cave
was softened by the dim light of morning filtering
through the snow. Throughout their sleep, his hand never
left Carrie's smooth skin. His fingers constantly
circled, patrolling the taut belly, traversing the
golden pears that rose and fell with every breath. Each
time his touch found the moist crevice between her legs,
her eyes opened briefly to smile, and slip back into
sleep.
The fact that she was a married woman excited Victor.
It made him very hard when he thought about how she
carried on when she came. He wished her husband could
have heard her wails and watched how she pleasured her-
self on Joseph's cock. He would have liked to spread her
legs; to show him the wetness that welcomed them; to let
him see how her hips wriggled so gratefully. The long
winter nights in the coming months would hear her wail
like that quite often. Her husband needn't worry that
shed be getting enough cock. He and Joseph would see to
that...
Continued in part 2...
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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