From ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu Sun Mar 23 09:33:35 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!europa.clark.net!newsfeeds.sol.net!uwm.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!ii361 From: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: A+ Story: Third Cave by Anonymous Date: 23 Mar 1997 14:33:35 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA) Lines: 285 Message-ID: <5h3evv$j3e@alexander.INS.CWRU.Edu> Reply-To: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez) NNTP-Posting-Host: kanga.ins.cwru.edu Subject: THC: Guy and two of his friends share his wife The THC Adult Text Archive: CAVING.TXT (278 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors. See the footer for important information. ========================================================================== Third Cave The rain had subsided to a gentle but steady shower. The water dripped off the trees in the woods, pattering softly on the carpet of fallen and brown leaves that covered the ground. Four people picked their way down the trail; they were careful not to fall on the slick, muddy slope. They were dressed shabbily in jeans, boots, and multiple layers of polypropelyne, cotton, wool, and denim. Three men and a woman. They were also heavily laden with ropes, canvas bags, helmets, and several racks of rock climbing equipment. Birds scattered as the four tenderly made their way along. Their cries of alarm were clear in the cool fall air. Occasionally, the group would stop to look at wildlife and catch their breath. The trees smelled musty from the days of rain. The bark was dark brown, except where the pale green lichen grew. Gradually, they made their way farther down the slope, cursing quietly. Finally, the four reached their intermediate destination. From ten meters away, it looked like a depression in the hillside next to a huge oak tree. From five meters, it looked like a deep depression. From one, an observer would see that at the bottom was a hole in the ground, about two feet square. Muddy water ran down the hillside and poured into the hole. Peering in, they could see the water disappear into the blackness. "Are you sure we want to do this," asked the woman tentatively. The men grinned. They had much more experience at this than the woman. It was, after all, only her third cave. "Sure," her husband replied. "Piece of cake." The men tied a long runner to the tree, put two lengths of firehose over it for friction protection, and hung the end into the hole. They put tied a figure 8 in the end of the rope and clipped on two 'biners. The woman watched carefully, trying to learn as much as she could. She would occasionally ask a question about why they were doing something a certain way. The men, with long experience, answered her questions patiently. They took a 180 foot length of static line and clipped it in. Everyone took harnesses out of one of the knapsacks and slipped them on clumsily over their clothes. Dave was the first one in. He wound the static line through a figure 8 descender and clipped in. "On rappel," he said with a sarcastic grin, and dropped into the hole. Several minutes later, they heard a faint, "off rappel" echo up out of the ground. The woman was next. They clipped her in, extinguised her carbide lamp, and guided her down. She was very nervous, and sweating, because this was only the second time she'd ever been on rappel. A few minutes later, they heard her call, "off rappel." The two men on top yelled "clear" into the hole, waited for an acknowledgement, and dropped the rest of the gear into the 70 foot pit. Then they rapped quickly in. Steam rose immediately from the man's clothing as he hit the constant 54 degree environment inside the cave. They stood at the bottom and re-organized the gear. They stashed what they wouldn't need, then re-packed what they did. Each took a froggy bag (a canvas sack with velcro and straps so you can attach it to yourself in various ways) and made sure they had what they needed: water, food, juice bags, extra carbide, spare lamp parts, candles, lighters, waste jars, and a lightstick. After that was done, they shed their harnesses, took a last look up at daylight filtering in through the falling water, and slithered into the first crawlspace. The rock sloped gradually down to a streambed. The only way to continue was to get into the streambed and crawl. Almost ice cold water seeped into their clothing and took their breath away. The stream was about two feet deep; just enough that their stomachs, and the woman's breasts, hung down in the water. They started their uncomfortable crawl, bitching the whole way. Part of the fun of caving is complaining about it. After the first miserable 380 feet, the roof opened up into a small room. Just enough to sit up out of the water and take a breather. Immediatly to room filled with fog - steam rising from their warm bodies. They moved like ghosts in the flickering acytelyne flame from their helmets. When they talked, their voices rumbled eerily up and down the tunnel, reverberating for long seconds. After a break, they got back in the water and started crawling again. Another miserable 590 feet passed before the small passage opened out enough to stand up. The group stood and watched the water pour out the bottom of their pants. The current passage was perhaps eight feet tall, ten wide, with gravel and water in the floor. The group splashed their way along. It took another 20 minutes, but they finally reached the first great room. It was so large their lights couldn't reach the far end. The ceiling was at least 80 feet above, and it was a good 120 feet wide. The floor was covered in massive breakdown boulders. The group split into two groups to explore for a good lunch place. The woman went with Dave, and her husband went with Paul. The husband playfully admonished his wife to be good, then trekked off after Paul to explore the far end of the great room. Dave and the woman began climbing the slick clay bank over the entrance passage. It was slow going because their wet boots slid frequently on the smoothly packed clay. Finally, panting, they reached to top and paused for water. A small passageway led upwards and back away from the room. Dave crawled in and stood up. The woman followed. They started walking down the passage, which was perhaps 18 feet wide and 12 tall. Dave could tell it had, at one time, been a wet passage, because remnants of rimstone dams crisscrossed the floor. They continued walking along, and the passage widened and got taller. The mud on the floor was only damp, not soaked, and pretty soon they were hot in their multiple layers of clothing. The passage floor changed to smooth mud, interspersed with boulders. They trudged on. Every once in a while they would stop to look in side passages. None were very inviting. The woman was walking along behind Dave, making jokes about his cute ass. Dave was warning her to watch her ornery mouth, or he'd have to teach her a lesson. They laughed and joked as they walked along. She saw Dave stop, and walked up beside him. Before them was a pit (almost). It was a deep conical depression, with a large puddle of water at the bottom. The water was only a couple of inches deep, but it was perhaps 8 feet in diameter. Dave looked at the pit. He looked at the woman. Without warning, but with a grin, he nudged her with his elbow. It was just enough. Her feet slipped on the rim, and she rolled/slid down into the hole. She hit the bottom with a wet, soft thud, and promptly sank six inches in the mud. Dave thought this was hysterical. Tears were running down his face as he laughed at her awkward efforts to get out of the sticky mud. Every time she got loose and tried to climb out, she'd slide back in. Finally, after much effort, she got back out. She walked slowly around towards Dave, bent on revenge. The poor man had laughed so hard he still couldn't catch his breath. He just sort of wheezed and giggled, pleading with her for mercy. It was not to be. She grabbed him and pushed gently backwards at the hole. Dave's center of gravity went past the point of no return, and he knew he was going down. He grabbed the woman's sleeve on the way, and she went in with him. They both landed in the much at the bottom, laughing soundly. Dave had started it, really. But she escalated it. Dave was trying to get loose when she reached over, plucked off his helmet, and dropped a handful of mud in his hair. He glared. War. The shrieks echoed down the passage, and the mud flew. Cave mud is great for mud fighting. Soon it degenerated further into mud wrestling, as each tried to stuff mud into the other's pockets. They were both covered. Dave tried to tackle her; he had his arms around her waist and his shoulder against her stomach. She had a big handful of muck, which she promptly stuffed down the back of his shirt, giggling. He knocked her down and pulled the front of her shirts out of her jeans. She fought back, but he lay across her right arm and held her left wrist with his left hand. She screamed as he slowly shoved a wet, cold, slimy handful of mud up under her shirts. The cold mud on her warm stomach made her shiver. She tried to get away, but she realized it was hopeless. Dave continued to shove the mud up her stomach. Caught up in the moment, he was kneading mud into her bare breasts before he realized exactly what he was doing. He noticed she wasn't fighting any more, first. Then he noticed her nipples were rock hard. He rubbed thim with his hands and rolled them between his fingers, pinching a little. He noticed she moaned when he did this. Then he realized he was groping his best friend's wife. She didn't seem to mind, though. He rolled off and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and she had her hands up over her head. She realized he had stopped, and that his hand was resting lightly on her breast under the shirt. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Their eyes met and locked, and lust flashed between them. Dave lowered his face and began kissing her. He probed her mouth with his tongue, fondling her breasts the whole time. She reached over and began rubbing his mud-slicked crotch. His cock was hard inside. Dave reached down and unzipped her jeans, pushing them down a little. He took a handful of mud and pushed it down her pants and began rubbing it on her pussy. She moaned and sucked his tongue out of his mouth. She rocked her hips up against his hand, grinding the gritty muck into herself. She broke the kiss. "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear. Dave knelt in the mud, unzipped his pants, and dropped them to his thighs. He pulled her pants down to her ankles and awkwardly dropped on top of her. She reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it into her. They thrashed in the mud together for a few minutes; it made her pussy raw and sore, but the kinkiness of it was too much. In a short time, Dave pulled out of her cunt, which was now wet and dripping with his come. "Come on," she said, "let's get dressed before somebody shows up." Dave agreed, and they hastily reattached their clothing and equipment. Then they walked off down the passageway to have lunch with her husband and Paul. Paul and the man had found the perfect room for lunch. It was fairly small, but it had excellent soda straws and other formations. It was also dry. They had been underground for about eight hours at this point, so dry was important. The four of them climbed up to this room and broken out the nuts, cheese, and juice bags. The took off their helmets and lit candles. After lunch, they swapped out their carbide waste and replenished their lamps. The man decided to crawl off down a passageway to explore. His wife and the other two decided to stay put and relax for a while longer. They watched with amusement as the man disappeared down a hole in the floor. His curses got softer and softer as he got farther and farther away. The candles flickered. The woman moved over against Dave for warmth. He was leaning back against a rock, so she sat between his legs with her back to him, and he wrapped his arms around her. Paul leaned against a rock on the other side. Steam rose from their damp bodies, fogging up the room. There was a few minutes of chatting, then silence as everyone rested. Dave's hand wandered down to her stomach and up under her shirt. She flinched and sucked in air through her teeth. Paul didn't hear; he was busy fiddling with a lamp. Dave pulled her shirt up until it was bunched up under her tits. His hand disappeared under the shirts and began fondling her right breast. He squeezed and rubbed; she just leaned her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Dave pinched her nipple softly, pulling it just a bit. She moaned a little. Dave pinched harder, and he felt her hands squeeze his legs. Now she groaned, and Paul heard that. He looked up and saw Dave with his hand up her shirt. He froze. Paul watched as Dave reached up with his other hand and held the woman's head by her hair. Now he pulled her shirts up over her breasts, completely exposing them. Paul stared. Dave continued to pull on her nipples, pinching them. She was getting visibly more aroused. Paul slowly crept across the floor towards them. The woman opened her eyes when she felt another pair of hands on her breasts. Paul was kneeling in front of her, squeezing and pinching. She moaned again and closed her eyes. Paul stopped to undress her. He pulled off her boots, unzipped her jeans, and stripped the clothes off her lower body. He gazed lustfully at her damp, glistening, mud-encrusted pussy. Dave began sucking on her neck while he played with her tits. She just leaned back and enjoyed it. The man continued crawling through the tortuously small passage. It turned vertical, then looped back. He kept crawling along, muttering to himself. Presently, he came to what appeared to be breakdown, but as he approached, he realized it was a crack in the floor. Looking through the crack, he saw the room where they had lunch. He also saw two of his best friends playing with his wife's breasts. Acid dumped in his stomach, and he was furious. But then, strangely, he was also very aroused. He put out his lamp and put his head on his hands to watch. He watched as Paul opened a bottle of water and poured it over his wife's pussy. Paul rubbed it to clean the mud off, and the woman squirmed. Paul leaned down and began eating her out. Now she was rocking her hips around and grunting loudly. Dave continued to play with her tits. Paul licked the come out of her pussy, and worked frantically to make her orgasm. She was obviously in a highly aroused state from the juices her cunt was producing. The man watched from above as the two men stopped what they were doing and carried the woman to a cluster of formations at one side of the room. They were columns, two or three inches in diameter, growing up from the floor. They were, perhaps, 12 or 14 inches tall. The gypsum tips were rounded, and they glistened wetly. He could see clearly as his two friends knelt his wife down over one of them. Dave knelt in front of her and began kissing her passionately. He reached down and spread her pussy lips over the rock. Her husband could hear her moaning all the way from where he was watching. Paul stood behind her and leaned gently on her shoulders, pressing her down. The man could see his wife's pussy stretch around the rock phallus. He almost came in his pants when he watched Paul suddenly push down, impaling her. She screamed into Dave's mouth, and he could tell that she had an orgasm then and there. Paul stood in front of her as she slowly lifted herself up and down on the rock cock inside her. He zipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, and the woman eagerly grabbed it and began sucking. Dave and her husband watched Paul fucked her face as she fucked herself on the rock. It felt wonderful to Paul. She was pressing his cock against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, and she used just enough of her teeth to make it interesting. When he thrust in, she began swallowing, trying to get all of it down her throat. Her throat massaged his cock, and in moments he came. He pulled out, and his semen sprayed across her face and neck. Dave was still standing behind her. When Paul was finished, he pulled her shirts off over her head and tossed them aside. Then Dave pulled her up off the rock, pushed her down on the floor on her stomach, and lay quickly on top of her. First he slid his cock into her dripping cunt. He stroked in and out a few times, then pressed his cock against her asshole. She was truly excited now. She was beyond caring what happened to her. She rocked her hips back and relaxed, allowing Dave to drive his cock up her ass. His cock felt huge inside her; Dave was obviously in a hurry because he started pounding roughly into her. His thrusts ground her hips and chest into the rocks under her; all she could do was moan and whimper. After a couple of minutes, Dave came in her ass with a grunt. He pulled out and stood up. She lay there, exhausted. Her tits, pussy, and ass hurt. She had red places where she had abraded against the mud and rocks. Dave and Paul got dressed, smuggly satisfied with themselves. The woman gradually got dressed too, but there was no hiding the fact that she had been soundly screwed. The three of them had wandered back to the main room by the time her husband caught up to them. He didn't let on, until that night, that he knew what had happened. He claimed it was her cum-soaked pussy and ass, and then, later, admitted he had watched the whole thing.