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...

Tomorrow they would leave the snow cave for the cabin. No search party could be mounted before the storm died down. With the blowing snow there'd be no trail to follow, no sign of them living or dead. It would be as- sumed that they were buried beneath the snow or that wolves had gotten them.

He pressed his large finger between the puffy pussy lips and worried the tiny pebble within. She turned her face toward him and let her thighs drift further apart. The moisture followed very quickly, as did the motion in her hips. Victor pulled the blanket over his massive head and suckled on her breast. Joseph, not to be for- gotten, pulled gently at the other side. There was enough light now to see her lovely breasts and make out the dusty pink of her taut nipples.

Carrie scarcely breathed when Victors beard scraped onto her belly. The very thought of what was happening excited her. She lay back in the cradle of Joseph's arm and held the blankets up so they both could look. Her legs were spread wide and the wild red hair between them looked like tongues of flame. The soft skin of her thighs felt the harsh prickle of his bushy beard. His fingers pinned back the supple folds while his lips and tongue paid homage to the delicate pinks within. She heard herself confess to Joseph that no one had ever licked between her legs before. She thought that only sluts would permit such a thing. She watched her pubes rising and falling in a carnal dance with Victors mouth. 'I am a slut she thought. And if I am to die in this frozen cave I'm glad of it.¹

There was defiance and desperation in the way she moved her belly. Words that no church-going woman ever uttered rolled easily from her lips. She wanted to come. She wanted Joseph and Victor to see the slut in her. To use her as they chose. She watched as his tongue wob- bled over her clit and the cave, once again, reverber- ated to the screams of her pleasure.

Victor knelt above her, his beard wet from her juices. Like feathers on a fox¹s mouth, a few red hairs still clung to his chin. 'Did you like that m¹lady?¹ he asked politely. He moved up further until his knees straddled her ribs. 'Your husband would be surprised?¹ he smiled. 'Do you come like that for him too?¹

She thought of her husband with a mixture of remorse and resentment. He would never understand her depravity in the snow cave. And she would never behave like this with him. She couldn't remember the last time he'd made her come. Not even her own fingers had ever made her erupt so deliciously.

As Victor loomed above her, Carrie knew what was expected of her. He saw her looking at his penis and chuckled. Is your husband's so big? Do you suck him m¹lady?¹

She leaned forward and kissed the silken bulb rather than answer. Its heat surprised her. She took the shaft from his hands and placed her own delicate fingers onto its girth. Her other hand collected his balls and cradled them in her palm. She¹d never done it before... but she had seen it done. One night at the settlement camp her drunken husband made her sit in a rented room while a whore took him in her mouth. Now Joseph and Victor were watching her as if she was the whore. The stirring sensations those thoughts sent through her were far from unpleasant. It made her tremble with the wickedness of it all.

The tip of her tongue explored the silkiness, wetting the helmet and tasting its flavor. The rim seemed par- ticularly sensitive for Victor. The moment her tongue brushed across it, his body jerked and he sucked in his breath. She nibbled on it with her lips and Victor rocked from side to side impatiently. His hands ruffled through her hair and his said 'Take it in your mouth now girl. Suck on it like a pig on a teat.¹

He laid back onto the blankets and helped her onto all fours between his legs. Her sensuous mouth engulfed the broad head and lashed it with her velvet tongue. Each stroke brought her lips further down the thick shaft. Victor encouraged her with his hands and his words. When she whispered breathlessly that she¹d never done this before, he laughed uproariously.

'Never sucked your husband?¹ he chortled. 'And yet you suckle so well on a stranger¹s cock? What a fool he is to abandon such a treasure. A virgin mouth and a cunt he¹s never tasted.¹

Behind her, Joseph knelt at her upturned buttocks. His hands, squeezing her dangling breasts and roaming over her belly and thighs, sent shivers through her soul. The pleasure his cock had brought her only hours before made her quiver for him again. With Victor¹s cock in her mouth and Joseph¹s near her backside she felt deliciously sluttish. She sucked hard while Victor held her head in his hands, pushing in deeply and slowly withdrawing. She imagined her husband sitting in a chair in a rented room, watching her pleasure Victor with her mouth. The thought made her lick and suck with greater relish.

Her rhythm was soon matched by Joseph. From the back, the penetration seemed more complete than it had earlier in the night. His long cock filled her up and his fingers, playing over her clit, were magic. Like a sen- suous cat she raised her buttocks toward him letting her knees drift further apart.

Victor¹s strokes were short and powerful and his cock had begun to jerk in spasms. Carrie wanted all of him in her mouth. Her tongue stretched along the bottom of his cock until the head grazed the back of her throat. She held on as his hands clamped the sides of her head. His great belly tensed and his seed splashed against her throat quickly filling her mouth. She swallowed to keep from choking and then again and again as she milked his frenzied cock. The taste was pleasant, mild, and slight- ly salty. She licked all traces from his glistening sex.

Joseph¹s wide hand had spread across the small of her back. His thumb descended between the firm cheeks until it rested on her anus. The touch felt so alien that a wave of goose-bumps rose on her shapely cheeks. With her face still buried in Victor¹s groin, her thoughts were now distracted by the strange feel of Joseph¹s thumb pressing the rubbery ring. She tensed when he pushed inside. He could feel the walls of her vagina tighten too. His middle finger replaced his thumb easing its way to the second knuckle. For a moment Carrie froze while her mind raced to catch up with the unfamiliar sensa- tion. Her hand reached back and momentarily stayed Joseph¹s.

'Has he never fucked your bum either?¹ she heard Victor ask. 'That husband of yours neglects you.¹

He reached back and held her cheeks apart for his friend. Joseph pressed his cock against the opening and pushed in. Still wet from her juices it slid easily and she gasped at the feeling. Another push brought him in further and she feared he might be too big.

'Loosen your muscles,¹ Victor advised. With a con- scious effort she relaxed, surrendering herself to Joseph¹s invasion. He eased forward burying the full length in her snug passage until she could feel him deep in her belly. His hands rested on her hips and rocked her to and fro until she began to get used to the feel- ing. It was not abhorrent, nor painful. Carrie found it pleasantly obscene. Again she thought of her husband and nestled back against Joseph, encouraging the penetra- tion.

Victor, still on his back, slid down further between her legs. Her splayed thighs rested against his powerful hips. When he flexed upward, his cock prodded her belly. She lowered herself until it rubbed across her mons. She used her hand to guide him between the lips, sinking down until the whole shaft was engulfed.

Victor¹s sturdy cock felt massive inside of her and Joseph moved freely within her anus. Their cocks dueled from both ends of her belly creating sensations that one man alone could never provide.

Carrie knew should couldn't last long without coming. Every push from Joseph in behind ground her tender clit into Victor¹s pubic hair. The men were close too. Her body shook from the force of their thrusts. With a strangled moan Joseph snugged her hips against him, driving his cock in deep. Her own orgasm had started and she writhed in ecstasy against their cocks. Two more powerful thrusts and Joseph¹s seed poured out inside of her. Victor¹s hands grasped the backs of her thighs pinioning her undulating pelvis to his own. His mighty thrusts lifted her off the blanket. His whole body shook as he propelled his essence into her womb.

Carrie felt delirious. She lay with her panties pres- sed between her legs leaking their fluids. Her cheek rested on Victor¹s thigh and she watched his pummel soften and recede. It still glistened, glazed from his semen and she could smell her juices on it. She was fascinated by its velvety head and dismayed by the rag- ged remnants of his foreskin. It gave her a funny feel- ing in the pit of her stomach as she thought of it how it must have hurt to have it sliced away. She planted a comforting kiss on the spot, then another at the top. Her tongue dipped into the moist opening and swirled around the head. She tasted her own juices and recog- nized the mild salty flavor of Victor¹s semen. Like a cat grooming her kitten she licked him clean.

Within the hour they had started their trek. The wind was weakening but still managed to cover their tracks. Carrie felt comfort in walking between them, Victor¹s massive back shielded her from the wind. Joseph¹s help- ing hands, several times, kept her from falling. In the daylight, the remnants of the storm seemed less frightening. Even the cold seemed manageable with her cheeks flushed from memories of the night before. She was glad when the two men missed the trail marker to town and trudged in another direction. With any luck there'd be another snow cave for the night...

The End