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Subject: A+ Story: Third Cave by Anonymous
Date: 23 Mar 1997 14:33:35 GMT
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Subject: THC: Guy and two of his friends share his wife


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                        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.