Big Bear and White dove.
aka
“Winter in the Mountains”
By 

Louishoney@aol.com

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She ran as fast as she could through the forest and past 
the pines steepled atop the golden hills of grass. She 
was in a panic. Her footsteps were being dogged by a 
band of Chippewa looking to make her their sex slave 
again. Four or five of them had jumped out of the forest 
three days ago and ran after her across the meadow while 
she was trying to escape from them and get back home. 
She had no place to run except into the field and down 
the mountain. 

Like a frightened fawn, she ran along a stream, brush 
and grasses clinging to her panting body, seeming to 
slow her down. She came to a stream of water in the 
middle of the meadow that was too large to jump across 
and saw some stones she could use to get across. As she 
carefully stepped across, she notices that the stream 
was wide but seemed deep in the middle. It also ran 
swiftly, as it was swollen with the recent rain. 

Her heart was beating a mad tattoo in her chest and the 
rocks were slippery as she stepped quickly across them. 
Glancing backward, she grunted, jumped towards the bank 
into the more shallow water near the bank and ran harder 
through the knee deep water when she saw a brave 
crossing the same stream just yards behind her. His face 
was set with determination as he was intent on the task 
of catching her again. 

She heard the distinctive “twang” of a bow shooting an 
arrow. She thought they were shooting at her. She ducked 
down as best she could as she sloshed through the last 
few feet of water. Finally, she got to the other side of 
the stream and saw that she had lost precious ground to 
the braves following her, but she could not see the one 
that was the closest to her any more. 

She crouched lower as she re-entered the thicker forest 
at the base of the mountain, dodged around several 
boulders strewn down the mountainside like some child 
had thrown them. She started a jagged course down a deep 
forest gully that hid her from direct observation from 
above. When she came to its end further down the 
mountain, another glance showed no pursuers. She 
remained bent over as she tried to quietly run from bush 
to boulder to tree. She did not want to present herself 
as a good target. 

She was tiring. Her breathing was ragged and deep. She 
stopped behind a large pine tree and let her beating 
heart and burning lungs have a brief rest. Her hand 
rested on the knife at her belt. They'd not take her 
without a hell of a fight, this time she thought with 
strong determination while realizing that the pursuers 
were probably going to catch up with her eventually.

As she rested, she looked up at where two pines crossed 
each other on their way up to the sky. Where the trunks 
crossed was a thick clump of branches. It seemed to be 
enough to hide in if she could get high enough without 
being seen. A quick look back at no one pursuing her 
convinced her to chance it. 

She leaped at the small trunk, her slight body barely made 
it move at all. In spite of the scratchiness to her bare 
legs, she hiked up her skirt to her waist, exposing her 
firm ass and pussy to any and all eyes that might be 
looking and started carefully climbing to that juncture 
while trying not to make and noise or showing herself to 
those unseen that might be below. 
 
She remained tightly clutching the slender branches of 
two small trees but totally concealed from the ground 
due to the foliage surrounding her. She couldn’t see 
out, and they couldn’t see her. As she hung there, blind 
and trusting that she was sort of safe for the moment, 
she remembered the last three days vividly and vowed 
they’d not take her alive again. 

Three days ago, she had been walking from her village to 
the water stream when these husky Braves had grabbed her 
and gagged her and carried her all the way across the 
mountain while they molested her along the way. 

She was tired because instead of making her walk, they 
tied her hands and feet to a pole which two of them 
shouldered. These braves were strong and horny. Every 
hour or so, the brave behind her would say something in 
a language she could not understand. The front brave 
would stop and the rear brave would move up to her 
hanging pussy between her legs. He would ruck her 
deerskin skirt up to her waist, spit on the bulging 
erection that he fished out of his fur breeches and fuck 
her helpless, bare cunt hole while supporting her weight 
on his shoulder. 

The first time, since she was a virgin, she bled a 
little. With the gag in her mouth, she could not even 
scream as he rammed his big cock up inside her virgin 
cunt. After he came inside her, he moved to the front of 
the pole supporting her and the brave in front took his 
place and did the same thing, taking his time to slowly 
fill her hole with his fat cock in spite of the cum and 
blood mix dripping down her ass cheeks and onto the 
forest leaves below her. 

He even reached down to play with her clit and she began 
to become aroused at the manipulation of her genitals. 
This embarrassed her and she clenched up her entire body 
as much as she could to limit his penetration, 
determined not to orgasm with her rapist playing with 
her. When she did this, he cruelly pinched her clit and 
a muffled scream came from her gagged mouth as her body 
once again slumped into submission of his raping cock 
while hanging from numbed wrists and ankles on the pole 
between them. 

This went on for a long time as they traveled back up 
and over the top of Thunder Mountain. The braves 
carrying her rotated out with the other braves in the 
party as they went along. This gave all of them a chance 
to plug her holes as they walked and stopped frequently 
for fuck breaks along the trail. Sometimes, the two 
carrying her would both turn facing her, and a knife 
would be held threateningly at her nipple so she 
wouldn’t bite as they freed her gag from her mouth and 
used it and her throat to dump a load into her at each 
end. Re-gagging her before she could scream, they 
resumed their journey. 

She feared these braves because she felt they would just 
as soon kill her as keep her. They were indifferent to 
her comforts and fed and watered her only minimally. 
When she had to pee or shit, she was not allowed down. 
She just let it go and the following brave carefully 
stepped around it. On and on they walked with her 
dangling between them.

At nights, they had staked her out face up, spread 
eagled and naked. They used her pussy as they saw fit, 
and it was frequently. If she shit or peed, they’d just 
move her over a few feet and begin. They fed her only 
what they had left over after engorging themselves. Not 
untying her to do so. One of them would bend over and 
put a scrap of food in her mouth like a man feeding a 
dog a bit of table scrap. 

They let her drink while they dipped her handily into 
whatever stream they happed across and she shrieked 
behind her gag as the icy waters of the mountain top 
washed away the evidence of her foul treatment. She 
caught on that she needed to drink her fill when her 
head went under water as that was her only shot at water 
the entire trip.  It was difficult to do around the gag, 
but she learned to take in enough through her nose and 
around the gag to stay hydrated. Her cunt and mouth were 
running with their creamy sperm most of the day anyway 
and the cold water soothed her nether parts to the point 
of numbness. 

They played with her as they walked manipulating her and 
switching ends going along with her head first, and then 
reversing and taking her butt first. Usually the brave 
bringing up the rear played with her cunt or titties as 
they walked through the forest. The feelings of 
frustrated horniness were constantly with her even as 
her hands and feet turned numb by the knots of rawhide 
around her wrists and ankles that tied her to the pole 
and from being suspended most of the day by those same 
knots. She even had an orgasm a few times along the way 
from their manipulations and their fucking. 

She sort of got used to the brutal way they fucked her 
with no consideration for what she might be feeling. She 
was ashamed to admit it, but she began looking forward 
to the nights the most as she got screwed and screwed 
several times by all of the braves that had captured her 
and she got to fall asleep between times and get some 
true rest without being suspended from her arms and 
legs. 

The third night, they tied her face down in the dirt and 
she felt something slick, like bear grease, being put 
around her ass hole and between her buns. Then each of 
the four braves took his turn sawing in and out of her 
asshole for the rest of the evening despite her muffled 
protests. At first, they took turns one right after the 
other until they were all exhausted. 

Then they removed her gag and she was fed and dumped 
with her hands and feet still tied into a small stream 
to lay while her face sucked in what water she could. 
Sobs of sorrow and pain racked her body, but she peed, 
shit and splashed in the icy waters to help her feel 
clean again. They took off her deerskin dress and laid 
her back down in the forest floor and re-tied her hands 
and feet in a spread eagle position face down once 
again. 

Again bear grease was smeared liberally around her ass 
hole and between her buns. They returned to her ass hole 
throughout the night and into the next morning before 
they dressed her with the upper body of her dress not 
quite covering her tits and her skirt around her waist 
and once again trussed her up in the hanging position 
from the pole and moved on. 

All through that day, they alternated between fucking 
her cunt and her asshole while hanging like so much dead 
animal from the pole between two of the four young 
braves. They never spoke to her. Their language was not 
familiar to her. She could tell that they were 
discussing her as they played with her cunt, ass or 
titties. Many times, they laughed derisively when they 
felt her nipples harden or her cunt run with lubricant 
as they toyed with her hanging body. 

By now, even the threat of a knife at her nipple was not 
needed as she was made to swallow the prick of the brave 
at her head over and over, right down to his pubic 
hairs. She even told herself that they were feeding her 
as she swallowed their seed. She just hung limply 
awaiting their pleasure until the next stop when a new 
prick or two was thrust into her unresisting body. Her 
consciousness was fading by the end of that day and she 
wondered if she was going to survive this trip to 
wherever they were taking her. 

That night, the same routine was begun with her tied 
face up again, but she noticed that they all took longer 
to come in her body and seemed to be getting tired when 
they came afterwards. After a while, they stopped coming 
back for more of her charms. She got a good night of 
rest that went relatively undisturbed from moon rise to 
dawn, she supposed, due to their exhaustion in traveling 
and constantly fucking her.  

The next morning on the trail, when they stopped for 
another fuck, one of the bindings on her wrists was 
loosened as they took her down from her pole and a brave 
was stooped over her feet to hobble. It looked like they 
were tired of carrying her and wanted her to walk with 
them. She slipped loose her hands from his grasp and 
quickly grabbed his knife from his belt. She slashed at 
her closest tormenter but missed him. It did cause him 
to fall back away from her and she realized that she was 
now free to run. The other three were behind the fallen 
brave and she turned toward them all long enough to 
threaten all three of them with the knife in her hands 
and slipped off into the woods as fast as her wobbly 
legs could carry her. 

It had been a hide and seek chase for the rest of that 
day and night and the last day. She used all of her 
woods skills as she hid from the relentlessly searching 
braves. She was very tired from running and hiding with 
little pause for even water as she ran across streams 
and no food in her but for a few berries from bushes as 
she scampered by them. She had a feeling of dread at 
being caught again, and she felt like they would 
recapture her if something else didn’t happen soon.

Her thoughts were brought abruptly back to the present 
by movement on the trail below her. As she crouched and 
clung tightly to two thin branches that threatened to 
bend or break, even for her little weight, she peeked 
out between the branches and could see a figure moving 
in the bushes a hundred yards to her left. In front of 
her, further up in the forest another was coming down 
the trail she had followed and a third was on the right 
switching back and forth looking carefully in the 
underbrush for her. 

She silently cursed her sloppy run through the forest 
that anyone could follow. She tried to see if she had 
left any tell tale traces at the bottom of the tree she 
had just climbed. She was afraid she had been treed like 
some animal of the hunt.

As she held her breath, a Chippewa brave followed her 
footsteps to her resting place. As he bent over to study 
the ground where she had rested, another "twang, thud" 
was heard and an arrow sprouted suddenly from his 
throat, stifling any noise he might have made. Where did 
it come from? Who was killing these braves that wanted 
to take her and perhaps kill her? She looked frantically 
around without moving from her perch.

Off in the distance, a faint cry was heard from one of 
the braves and, a few minutes later, another “twang 
thud” signified another Chippewa dying. 

After ten more minutes and nothing further, she began to 
relax a little so her that her heart and lungs could 
truly rest. She was about twenty feet above ground, and 
her perch was precarious in the slender trees. As she 
relaxed her grip on the branches to which she was 
desperately clinging the main one on which she stood 
broke and she fell out of the tree and her head hit a 
moss covered bank with another audible “thud.” Then 
everything went dark for her.

As she slowly came to consciousness, her head was 
throbbing and her stomach was sick, but she reveled that 
she was at least still alive. She tried to sit up, but 
nausea and head pain convinced her to remain lying under 
the pile of furs in which she found herself covered. She 
drifted off to sleep again without noticing she had no 
clothing on her body under all those furs piled over 
her. 

When she awoke again, she felt much better. The headache 
was a dull throb, and she was hungry. She sat up slowly 
and heard a sound outside the log and leaf lean-to in 
which she found herself. A brave from an unknown tribe, 
by the looks of his feather markings, came to her with a 
cup of seaming broth and a rabbit’s leg roasted over the 
fire, just for her. She didn't speak, but greedily 
gobbled the food from this tall stranger. She didn't 
realize until she smelled the rich food just how hungry 
she had become. 

As she munched, she looked at the broadest shoulders, 
the squarest jaw and the most well developed muscles in 
any man she had ever seen. Moccasins and a brief loin 
cloth were all he was wearing besides the obligatory 
weapons, in spite of the chill fall weather. He looked 
the picture of health, about her age and the look of 
concern on his face was genuine, she thought. 

When she asked him who he was, he answered in a 
different language that she could not understand. 
Knowing that they needed to communicate on some level, 
he began the arduous task of learning her language. It 
would take weeks, but since he was a person who seldom 
spoke, he thought they'd get along just fine. 

She stayed in that lean-to for a couple of weeks as her 
body slowly healed and double vision began to change 
into only one. She assumed he had undressed her, but he 
never made any advances toward her and had always slept 
outside under the moon, without her. She marveled at his 
sensitivity to her plight, his ability to survive in the 
cold night air with only a single large grizzly fur and 
was impressed with his warrior skills as she counted 
coup in the four scalps and the pile of weapons from the 
four braves he had killed to save her. She wondered why 
he did not take the leggings of the four braves he had 
killed, also. 

When she had recovered enough to walk a few miles a day 
by herself, she decided to try to take him to her 
village and introduce him to her family, over the top of 
Thunder Mountain, before the winter snows closed the 
pass. She realized that they needed to hurry. She was 
enthralled with this handsome, silent giant and she 
wanted him to stay among her people so she, Chief 
Elkthunder's first daughter could get to know him better 
and perhaps encourage him to become more interested in 
her.

One of the first things she asked him was his name. His 
reply was meaningless to her in his language, but later, 
it translated as "Big Bear." She told him her name was 
White Dove.

When she felt good enough to travel, they started out 
for the top of Thunder Mountain, despite his reluctance 
to try it. After climbing only a few miles through heavy 
pine forest, a cold wind began whipping around and the 
nearly naked Big Bear began to shiver and turn blue. He 
explained to her he had never felt such cold. He came 
from a land far to the south where the weather was 
always hot or mild. They paused for a half-day while she 
fashioned some of the furs he was carrying into a sort 
of breeches and a cloak for them to both shelter under 
when the wind blew it’s coldest. This necessitated that 
they stay very close together as there was only enough 
fur to make one large cloak.

That night, the snow started falling and by morning a 
heavy blanket lay on the ground. She realized that the 
pass would be closed now until spring. She reluctantly 
led him back to the lean-to in the lower woods. It took 
two nights of sleeping wrapped around each other under 
the furs he carried to get them back to the lean-to. 
When they arrived, she had to demonstrate how to build a 
tee pee from lodge pole pines to him. He said his tribe 
did not have trees that grew this straight or tall. His 
people lived in adobe houses.

She sewed as much of the furs as she could around the 
poles and made a small teepee that would hold just them 
and a fire for warmth. It was nothing as grand as her 
people usually made, but she hoped it would keep them 
from the worst of the winter cold for the next four or 
five months. She did not mind the idea of this brave 
living this close to her. She was comforted by his 
nearly silent presence.

As the snow fell heavier that day and the cold wind blew 
harder against the mountain, Big Bear and White Dove 
curled up under as many furs and pine boughs as they 
could and only a strong arm slipped out every now and 
then to tend the burning fire that kept them warm. Big 
Bear had sacrificed his new fur leggings for the tee pee 
walls, and he was definitely not dressed for winter.

Nevertheless, when it wasn’t snowing or blowing at 
maximum he went out hunting as often as he could. He 
always came back with more food for them. She was kept 
busy gathering firewood to keep nearby and pushing the 
deepening snow back from the opening to their small tee 
pee. Whenever he returned, he was almost blue and his 
teeth were chattering. She was skinning the rabbits he 
killed and making him some more leggings, but it took a 
lot of rabbits to cover those massive legs. 

One day, he came to the tee pee dragging the front part 
of a grizzly bear he had killed not too far from their 
camp. Together they hurriedly skinned it and buried most 
of the usable meat in the snow, away from their tee pee. 
They went back out and brought in the other half the 
next day. Then, they made a fine dinner that night and 
both fell asleep in the warmth of their communal bed 
shortly afterward. 

Sometime after the moon was high, White Dove felt Big 
Bear stirring behind her. He began stroking her back and 
neck very gently and slowly moved around to her small, 
girlish titties on her bare chest. They had agreed to 
follow the custom of her people and leave their clothing 
off while under the furs. This gave the clothes a chance 
to dry and did not bring moisture into bed to freeze.

Then White Dove felt Big Bear shift his weight toward 
her back and his hard manhood slipped between the 
juncture of her legs. It felt so warm and so hard and so 
BIG! White Dove feared it and, because she was so 
recently raped, she was not willing, yet, to venture 
again into those waters. She was determined to stay 
warm, but somewhat aloof from him for a while longer. 
That was going to be a difficult thing to do naked under 
the furs with him all winter, she thought. 

She knew she could not overpower this big buck, brave, 
if he decided to take her like the others had done 
before. She thought that perhaps if she could take the 
edge off his desires it would spare her the discomfort 
of being raped again. So she squirmed around under the 
furs and put his big dick into her mouth. She felt him 
harden even further as she slid his cock head into the 
back of her throat and began a slow steady ride up and 
down his pounding tower of flesh as the heat of her 
action made the air under all those furs stifling.

Big Bear was grunting and gasping now and in another 
stroke or two, he gifted her with the sperm she had 
wanted to suck out of him. As his prick got somewhat 
soft in her mouth and his breathing started to take on a 
regular rhythm, she ejected his prick from her mouth and 
began to turn back around. 

This movement disturbed him and he reached for her legs 
and brought them around to his face so that she was 
lying on her side facing his groin. He then began to 
nibble and lick her from her naval to her cunt hole. She 
began feeling very wet in her pussy and the lips of her 
cunt engorged, reddened and cunt drool began slipping 
down her lower leg. A moan escaped her and another to 
let Big Bear know that she liked what he was doing. 

A nudge from him, on her head, brought her attention to 
his bulging cock in front of her mouth. As it once more 
began its slide past her lips, it slipped easily past 
her mouth and into her throat. She was so excited from 
his licking and chewing on her clitty and cunt lips that 
she didn’t have any trouble getting the thick man-steak 
all the way down her gullet until the hairs at the base 
of his prick were tickling her nose. 

They were both grunting now and she grabbed his body 
hard to her to pull as much of his manhood as deep into 
his throat as she could. As she reached back for a 
better grip on his buns, one of her fingers found itself 
on top of his ass hole. As she clutched her hand harder 
into his body, one of her fingers slipped down his shit 
chute. He responded with a loud groan and quickly 
speared her asshole with a finger that just seemed like 
it would go deeper in her ass forever. The ass goose had 
her moaning now, as well. Practically any stimulus would 
have done the same for her. She began to do the same for 
his ass hole with her finger moving deliberately in and 
out. 

As she rounded the corner to the home stretch of her 
orgasm, his chews on her pussy lips and the finger in 
her ass took on a more driving force and frantic pace. 
They were both moaning aloud, and when she came, all she 
could do was moan louder and try not to spasm with his 
prick in her mouth. As he came again, she noticed a few 
less squirts of cum and a flavor change as if this load 
didn’t have as much of whatever made it so bitter.   

They lay in each other’s arms like that for the rest of 
the night and most of the day as the firewood was 
stacked high just outside the tee pee and the killed 
bear would provide them with food for many days. They 
explored each other’s bodies and learned what felt good 
and what didn’t feel good to each other. All the time 
they pleasured themselves orally. He didn’t try to fuck 
her; he just reveled in her body orally. 

Many more kills were made over the next several weeks by 
this brave. First a buck, then a doe and several rabbits 
and another bear were all brought in to the camp and 
efficiently skinned and added to the protection around 
the tee pee, the clothes on his body and the furs on 
their bed. Their lovemaking during all of this time was 
confined to oral techniques that seemed to satisfy them 
both.

However, one evening when the snow’s blanket had built a 
wall of white almost all the way around the tee pee, 
they lay together, after a bear meat stew she had cooked 
with some dried herbs and a few tubers that she had gone 
off into the woods to dig up. They were lying naked with 
him behind her on their sides, spoon fashion, under a 
stack of furs. He began stroking her tits and making 
like he usually did before she went under the covers to 
suck him off and be tongued and sucked in her turn by 
him. This time, though, he held her back from rotating 
and she was confused. 

Then he rolled her over on her back and began softly 
kissing his way down her neck to her tits, her naval, 
and, finally her clit. He took his time and she enjoyed 
every minute of it as was evident by her sighs and 
moans. The journey to her cunt took a full ten minutes, 
and she was boiling hot by the time he arrived. The 
sensations she was getting from this lazy tongue massage 
were incredible! She craved more from him.

Her pussy was positively sloshing before he ever got to 
her cunt hole to taste her. When he did, she came almost 
at once. She arched her back and let out a loud moan as 
she blew off into a never-never land of orgasm. Then he 
put two fingers part way into her cunt and started 
wiggling them around inside of her, up behind her pubic 
bone while he kissed the outer lips, but not her overly 
sensitive clitty.

She remained highly aroused and after a few minutes, she 
started pushing back at the fingers attempting to impale 
her cunt. Her pushing back was her unconscious signal 
that she wanted more. When he figured that out, he began 
stroking his tongue lightly over her clitty. 

As she approached her second orgasm in twenty minutes, 
he put one of his fingers, slippery with her cunt juice, 
up inside her ass to give her an extra thrill. She came 
HARD! Right then! She arched up off the furs and crashed 
back down with his mouth fixed to her clit and his 
tongue doing a crazy dance over the top of it. Her whole 
body was shaking and convulsing with every stroke of his 
tongue over her super sensitive clit. The two middle 
fingers of his hand were moving in and out of her ass 
hole and cunt lips. 

He slipped his smallest finger not too deep into her ass 
and his forefinger into her vagina with the middle one. 
He left her clit alone for a while as he wiggled and 
stroked with those four digits for a few minutes more in 
and out of her two holes. Then, once again she began 
that telltale pushing against his hand and he started 
back onto her clitty with his tongue. Her cunt was very 
tight around his big hands, and he could feel the 
sidewalls of her cunt squeezing his fingers in hard 
convulsions as she began to orgasm again. He wanted to 
feel that around his hard manhood! He got excited 
thinking that she was all his to fuck in these woods in 
the middle of a white winter! She seemed willing and 
even eager for more.

When she peaked another time, he wiggled the fingers up 
inside her ass and then her cunt, alternately and she 
was about to build to another orgasm. She could feel 
that she was close. So could he. He had four fingers up 
inside her to the second knuckle and she was sweating 
and groaning again as he let up on her clitty and 
started revolving those fingers back and forth and 
turning them all sorts of ways. Just as she was about to 
have a very biggest climax of the day, he suddenly 
withdrew everything from her body and stood up on his 
knees (throwing off the furs) and opened her legs with 
his big strong hands. Quickly, he slid his extra large 
cock into the tight opening of her cunt as far as he 
could shove it on the first thrust.

Her fears of being raped again were not thought of as 
she bucked up at him, trying to get as much of him into 
her as would go.  She was so turned on that the only 
thing she wanted was him in her. She grabbed him by the 
waist and locked her legs behind his butt to draw him 
inside of her as quickly and deeply as possible. His 
prick slid about half way in and met the resistance of 
her still tight pussy walls. The other braves that had 
raped her had never penetrated her more than this depth. 
He jerked back and forth a few times to be sure of his 
angle and to spread around her natural lubrication. Then 
he rammed forward into her depths, opening her up like 
she had never been opened before. 

She screamed so loudly that it echoed up and down the 
mountain. The hot, searing pain of his big dick 
stretching her vagina deeper than ever before was almost 
unbearable but still pleasurable to her. He laid balls 
deep in her cunt with his pubic bone smashing her clit 
and his weight pressing her warmly into the furs of 
their bed. 

She was not cold, despite the lack of furs over the top 
of them both. His body covered her and gave her warmth 
and she felt protected. Her cunt burned as if someone 
had sliced her with a knife. However, she was adjusting 
rather quickly to the feelings of a big dick burning its 
way deeper than she had ever felt inside of her. It was 
almost like she was a virgin again. 

As he relaxed and slid his prick back up and then down 
again, pleasure flashes began to replace the burning 
sensations deeper inside of her and she began to feel 
better, much better! She could feel the stickiness of 
her own excited secretions getting the furs wet under 
her, as he screwed her, but there was no pain, now, only 
the pleasure of his long pole of flesh sliding across 
her clit. 

Her cunt was going from full to empty and empty to full 
again and again, in a rhythmic pattern that had her 
squirming and moaning in time with his thrusts into her. 
Now all was pleasure and he was picking up the pace and 
getting her very excited with longer strokes that hit 
with jolts and went in as deep as he could reach. She 
felt herself perched on the pinnacle of the largest 
orgasm of her short life and clung to him like a baby 
opossum clings to its mother at breast feeding time. 

“Aaaaiiiiieeee!” she screamed again, as she felt like 
the top of her head was blowing off. This time, her 
scream was one of pleasure. Big Bear rammed his big cock 
hard into her, reaching the depths of her cunt and 
stretching it quite a bit in the process. She came off 
again like a firecracker. She could feel hot spurts of 
his ejaculation fill her small cunt to overflowing and 
slip out either side of her opening around his large 
cock. Several more thrusts and cums were made by Big 
Bear and White Dove before they slowed down and finally 
stopped with his still hard dick inside her cunt. They 
were both panting and sweating now.

She liked the feeling of having him inside her and began 
squeezing her cunt and legs around him in a rhythmic 
manner in order to keep him with her, always. This 
excited him further and, after he had rested only a few 
minutes, he began those long, slow strokes into her cunt 
again, never losing his erection. This time, she felt 
his right hand slide around her ass to the already 
widened hole she had back there and poke a finger up 
into her. The extra, digital stimulus in her ass brought 
her orgasm fever to another pitch and she went off 
again. As the spastic convulsions in her cunt squeezed 
around his prick, it was too much stimulus for him and 
he increased the strength of his thrusts and the depth 
of his pushes into her. 

He came what felt like buckets of his hot creamy 
substance up inside of her cunt again in a short few 
minutes. Then he collapsed to her side, sliding out of 
her abused and swollen cunt in the process. She reached 
down and re-covered them with the pile of furs and they 
both slept a dreamless sleep of the perfectly sated.   

The next few nights were kept busy exploring this form 
of sexual conduct so that they both got very good at 
knowing what felt good and what didn’t. He would 
typically let her turn around for only a short time. It 
was enough to give them a head of steam and make them 
anxious for more. Sometimes, he’d take her from the 
front on her back, and sometimes, he’d have her kneel in 
front of him and fuck her cunt from the back. She never 
tired of the wonderful feelings this strong brave was 
giving her!

One night, when he indicated she was to take him from 
the kneeling position, he surprised her by bending down 
and laving her ass and asshole with his tongue. He 
reached down under her and scooped up a large quantity 
of her pussy juices and applied it to her ass hole. Then 
he put two fingers into it and squirmed them around and 
slid them back and forth in her anus. 

She moaned the most depraved moan of her life and told 
him by the way she was pushing back at him that she 
wanted more. He got up on his knees behind her and 
pushed his large cock into her pussy. She groaned as the 
thick pillar of flesh rubbed against her aroused clit as 
he sank all the way in to her pussy. Then, he paused and 
she felt him flexing his cock deep within her. This 
really aroused her and another moan slipped between her 
lips. 

He quickly withdrew, and before she had time to react, 
he had lodged his cock in the loosened opening of her 
ass hole and began smoothly, oh so sloooowwwwlllllyyyy 
shoving his entire cock up her shit chute. He used short 
strokes with plenty of backing up to make sure of the 
lube in her ass and to be sure she was stretching 
comfortably. 

The sensations in her ass were incredibly sexy. She 
pushed back against him. The tonguing and loosening had 
set her afire back there and the entry had been made so 
slowly and with so much time to loosen up that there had 
been no pain. It was all thrill and pleasure. It seemed 
to take forever for him to stroke and slide the entire 
length of his prick into her ass. Goosebumps arose along 
her spine and up and down both arms. She moaned again, 
much more loudly!

Then, after pausing at the bottom of his stroke, he 
began to flex his prick again and let her feel the 
entire length of him in her. He began to withdraw slowly 
from her itchy, widened ass hole. She squirmed and 
pushed back not wanting to lose the turgid intruder from 
her body, but she needn’t have worried. As he approached 
the opening of her ass hole with the coronal ridge of 
his prick still in her, he reversed course and once 
again began a slow and short stroking slide back into 
her depths. Back and forth he moved with slow, short 
deliberate strokes. 

Meanwhile, he reached around her to diddle her clitty 
and cunt with his hand. She felt the most monstrous 
orgasm of her life approaching just as he managed to put 
three fingers into her cunt with his log-like prick 
buried in her ass and his other hand beating a rhythmic 
drum on her clit. She was getting orgasm feelings from 
her clit, her cunt and deep inside her ass. She felt 
like her body had been thrown up so high that she’d 
never come down. She yelped and groaned and, finally 
orgasmed so hard that she passed out with his dick still 
in her ass. 

When she came to, she was laying flat on her stomach 
with his full weight on her ass.  He was lying on top of 
her with his dick still stuck in her ass and as hard as 
a steel rod of iron. He had waited for her to recover 
before continuing. He began to move back and forth in 
her ass with more speed and motion than he had before 
when she had cum so gloriously. The change of pace and 
the faster strokes was distracting her from another of 
those mind bending orgasms. 

His thought was to cum quickly and leave this beautiful 
princess alone to sleep. Her thoughts were getting 
hornier and hornier as he continued to stroke inside her 
asshole. Finally, she could feel his cock bulge and 
twitch and release a torrent of sperm way up high in her 
ass. She got a surprise in the orgasm that this 
triggered in her. She had cum with him at the same time 
she felt him squirt. Not as big as the last one, but big 
enough to make her very sleepy. He slid the cover of fur 
back over the top of them. They both drifted off to 
sleep with different thoughts while he lay atop her with 
his softening prick buried deeply in her ass. 

Big Bear was dreaming about warm summer days instead of 
this bitterly cold country. He was grateful that he had 
found a woman who could keep him warm and make him warm 
clothes. He was doubly glad that she liked him and liked 
to fuck as much, apparently as he did. He was glad that 
she liked it up her ass, between her tits and almost 
anywhere else he wanted to put it. He was dreaming of 
other ways to pleasure them both. 

White Dove was dreaming of all the different sexy things 
he had taught her and the thought of doing them again 
was trilling to her. She could hardly sleep for the 
dirty thoughts that occupied her mind. She was also 
looking forward to a life with this big brave and all 
the children they were going to have. She was glad that 
the wait until spring would be full of good loving from 
a very skilled lover, a fierce warrior and a good 
provider.

She reminded herself that she barely understood his 
language and she’d have to teach him her language if she 
wanted him to fit easily into the tribe when they 
crossed the mountain. She was certain that her father 
would be glad to know that she had chosen her mate for 
life. She was sure that they would have a place to go in 
her tribe next spring, but she did not want winter to 
hurry, as she was enjoying her winter in the mountains.

