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 polypropylene, 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 fire hose 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 descanter 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, extinguished 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 light stick. 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. Immediately to room filled with fog - steam rising from their
warm bodies. They moved like ghosts in the flickering acetylene 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 rim
stone 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 them 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, smugly 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.
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