The White Mountains in New Hampshire are a lot of fun and a good place to get away from the crowded Boston area. However, the rugged and majestic mountains out West are much more fun for winter sports. My name is Megan, and my husband, Jason, and I were both twenty-four years old at the time of this story and making plans to start a family. We graduated together from Boston College and both found good jobs in Boston, which is fortunate, since it is very expensive to live there. We got married right after graduation.Jason’s brother, Steven, was thirty years old then, and living with his family in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. He knew that we were planning on starting a family and invited us to spend the holidays with them to enjoy skiing and snowmobiling in the mountains, before I would be burdened with pregnancy, and we were tied down with parental responsibilities.It was sometimes hard to believe that Jason and Steven are brothers, even though they look a lot alike in the face. Jason is just over five feet and nine inches tall and weighs one hundred and sixty pounds, and he’s not muscular or athletic. Whereas, Steven is six feet and two inches tall and weighs about one hundred and ninety-five pounds, and he is very muscular and athletic. He and his wife, Sandra, take advantage of the sports of every season in the beautiful Jackson Hole area.We were planning on staying with them for a week; three days before Christmas, and three days after. We enjoyed skiing with Steven and Sandra for the first two days, and then planned a one-day snowmobile trip high into the mountains for the next day. Jason has two snowmobiles, and each can carry two riders, so Jason and I would be riding one together. It was Christmas Eve, and the weather forecast was calling for a major storm to skirt the area at about 9:00 pm that night.Our plan was to leave by mid-morning and reach the farthest point on our trip by 1:00 pm, so we could eat lunch, play in the snow for a couple of hours, and be back to the truck by 5:00 pm or so. That would allow us to avoid the storm and be home in plenty of time for the family’s Christmas Eve activities, since they live only a half-hour from the trailhead. We didn’t pack storm gear or most other safety equipment that they normally take on long rides, except for walkie-talkies, since there’s no cellphone reception up there, and an emergency light, since we thought we had plenty of time to avoid the storm.Steven serviced the snowmobiles to make sure they were gassed up and in good working order. Then we sat around and talked about the areas we would be riding in. He said that the nicer trails are right on the border of private property, kind of off the beaten path, and there are parts of the trail that skirt perilously close to dangerous drop-offs.He explained further that, “We shouldn’t get separated up there, but just remember that the mountain people are wary of strangers. There are some people living off the grid up there. They don’t trust anyone and can be very protective of their surroundings. They don’t have any municipal utilities and are self-reliant and usually anti-government. The trail we’ll be on is used as a road by them, for access to their high, mountain property.”He paused for a moment and continued, “I’m not trying to be a racist when I tell you that Wyoming’s demographics are about eighty percent white, with a majority of the remainder being Latinos. The area we’ll be in seems to have a large percentage of young Latino men, in their twenties and early-thirties. They are living in simple mountain cabins, totally off the grid, many of them without wives or other family members. They work odd jobs for cash in construction, logging, or mining when they need to. I’ve been up there before, so if we do encounter any of them, just let me do the talking, and we should be fine.”It was a crisp, Christmas Eve day when we left the trailhead at mid-morning, with sunny skies and the temperature hovering around a typical fifteen degrees for that time of day and season. We were warm and toasty in the one-piece snowmobile suits, with long underwear underneath, and helmets that we borrowed from Steven and Sandra. It was quite a thrill riding that big machine for the first time, and we stopped at many overlooks to enjoy the beautiful scenery.The snow was fairly deep, but it was reasonably well compacted on the trail, since it was also used by the men living up there. We reached a high meadow in the middle of a forested area at about 1:00 pm, as expected, and enjoyed the picnic lunch we packed. We couldn’t see any cabins nearby but would find out later that there is one nearby in the forest. Then we raced and played on the snowmobiles in the meadow, with Jason and me taking turns on the machine.We had been racing for about an hour when I steered into an area on the fringe of the meadow and had the misfortune of hitting a large boulder that was hidden under the powder snow. It was a glancing blow, and I wasn’t injured, but it tore the snowmobile track apart, and left that machine inoperable. The damage was too extensive for Steven to be able to fix with the repair kit he had with him.After checking over the damage, Steven said, “Sorry, but these machines can only handle two riders, so you two will have to wait here while istanbul travesti Sandra and I go back down the mountain and make a quick trip home to get my sled, so we can tow the machine down the mountain. We’ll go as fast as we can, but it will still be almost 7:00 pm, and long since dark, before I can get back up here. You can take my emergency light and the leftover food and drinks, and we can stay in touch with the walkie talkies. Just stay by the machine and build a snow cave for shelter if you need to.”I have to admit that Jason and I were apprehensive about being left alone on the mountain that way, and with good reason. They had been gone for about two hours when the clouds moved in, the wind picked up, and the temperature began dropping fast. It seemed like the storm was moving in hours earlier than expected, and that was confirmed when Steven contacted us after reaching the truck and listening to the weather forecast on the radio.He seemed in a panic himself when he said, “You guys better go ahead and dig in up there, since the storm has changed direction towards us. It is expected to be a blizzard, with heavy winds and three or more feet of snow. I still need to go home and get the sled, and I’ll try to make it back. I’ll be back to the trailhead in a little over an hour, and will contact you then.”Jason and I dug down on the downwind side of the machine and packed the snow as tightly as we could to form a little cave against the wind, and the snow that was just starting. Within another hour, it was almost totally dark, and it felt like the temperature had dropped to below zero. The snow was falling heavily, and we were just wondering if Steven was going to make it back to us, when we heard from him on the walkie talkie.He was back, and it was hard to hear him over the howling wind as he screamed, “I’m back at the trailhead, but there’s no way that I can come up to get you right now. The wind and snow are so heavy that I would risk driving off the mountain or getting stuck half way up there, and the temperature is expected to drop to minus twenty degrees or lower. I brought food and water with me, and will stay down here in my truck, and I’ll make it up there as soon as this weather lets up.”We were panicking then, and when Jason stood up to repair part of our shelter that had caved in he noticed what looked like a flickering light in the window of a cabin nearby in the trees.So, he screamed back into the radio to Steven saying, “I can see a light in a cabin, and I think we should take shelter there. It’s too risky to stay out in this weather.”Steven shouted back, “That might not be such a good idea, Jason. If that cabin belongs to some of those younger, single Latino men, they might try to take advantage of a hot, beautiful, and sexy woman like Megan, and there’s not much you could do to stop them.”Jason and I talked it over for a few moments and decided that we faced more risk staying out in that bad weather. I radioed back to Steven, “We’re really afraid of this storm, so wish us luck in the cabin, and let’s stay in touch during the night.”We started slogging through what seemed like one hundred yards of waist deep snow towards the cabin, and I couldn’t help thinking about Steven’s flattering comment. I always attract a lot of attention from men and couldn’t blame him for noticing me. Jason has always been proud of the way I look, and never seems to get upset when men stare at me, and he didn’t react at all to Steven’s comment.I am petite, at only five feet and three inches tall, and weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds, with brown hair and sparkling, light brown eyes. Some people say that I am kind of exotic looking, with a similar face and body to the actress Olivia Munn, except for my 34DD breasts that look huge on my small body, and I also have a big, cushy ass.It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the tree line, where the snow wasn’t quite as deep, and in only another few minutes we were at the cabin. It appeared to be one of those manufactured, modular homes, about twelve feet wide and fifty feet long, with a huge pile of firewood stacked between two trees by the front door. There were car tracks leading away from the cabin, and we weren’t sure if anyone was home.We stood on the covered porch and knocked on the door for a few minutes, and when no one answered, we were in a quandary about what to do. We were freezing, but it seemed stupid to break into their home, especially after Steven told us how aggressive they could be with strangers. We were just getting ready to walk away, and take our chances in our snow cave, when an old Jeep Wagoneer came rumbling up to the cabin with two men in it, dressed in one-piece snowmobile suits like ours.Those men came stomping up to the porch where we were standing, and one of them took off his fur-lined hat and asked angrily, “What the fuck are you gringos doing on our property? It was bad enough having to listen to you racing around on our meadow, and now you’re invading our privacy even more. What the fuck do you want?”The man speaking looked to be Latino and has a Mexican accent. He looked a few years younger than us, and Jason was really nervous when he responded, maybe too contritely, saying, “We’re really sorry, istanbul travesti sir, but we need your help. Our machine was damaged, and after my brother went back down the mountain to get a sled to pull us back down, that storm moved in earlier and with more ferocity than expected. He won’t be able to get back up here until the morning when the storm passes, and we were in a bad situation out on that meadow. We were hoping that you would give us shelter until he can get here.”He thought for a few seconds and said, “Yeah, no shit, gringo. The temperature is already at minus ten degrees, and the storm won’t pass over until several hours after midnight. You assholes should be better prepared when you come up to the high country like this. So, tell me, why the fuck should we help you? What’s in it for us?”Jason had left his wallet back at Steven’s home, and my purse was in the truck, so I lifted my face shield and responded, “We don’t have any money with us, but if you give us shelter, Jason’s brother will bring some cash in the morning. How much do you want for giving us shelter for the night?”They realized that I was a woman when they saw my face and heard my voice, and the man who had been speaking for them grabbed his crotch in a suggestive manor, and elbowed his friend before saying, “Look at this, Arturo, we’ve got us a little puta here. We don’t get much entertainment up here, so maybe we should at least invite them in, so we can talk about it.”Then he looked at me and said, “I think that two thousand dollars is a fair price for saving you two from the storm, but let’s go inside and discuss it.”I didn’t know at the time that puta was Mexican-Spanish for whore or bitch, but I still sensed a strong sexual connotation to his comment. I was so anxious to get in out of the cold, though, that we welcomed the opportunity to go inside. The front room was toasty warm, from the heat of a wood burning stove, and the room was illuminated by a gas light, likely powered by the propane tank that we saw in the yard.Both men took off their snowmobile suits, and they were wearing long sleeved, thermal shirts and long johns underneath. They’re about five feet and nine inches tall, and looked muscular and fit, probably from manual labor. They’re both ruggedly handsome too, with light brown complexions, and looked to be maybe twenty years old. I also couldn’t help noticing rather large cock lumps in those tight long johns. The first one who spoke, who seemed to be the leader, is named Daniel.We were still standing by the door when Daniel asked, “So, what’s it going to be, you two? Do we agree on two thousand dollars to stay the night, or should we discuss other possibilities?”I knew that we couldn’t afford to pay them two thousand dollars, especially since we were going to have more expenses if we were able to get me pregnant. Jason nodded at me to reply to Daniel. He was likely thinking that I could appeal to his sense of fairness, and maybe turn on my charm that seemed attractive to so many other men.So, I used my sweetest voice, and said, “My name is Megan, and my husband is Jason. Please be reasonable, Daniel. Jason and I have only been married for a couple of years, and we’re trying to start a family. We just don’t have that kind of money. Couldn’t we pay you something more reasonable, like maybe two hundred dollars?”Daniel looked irritated when he responded, “What’s wrong with Jason, that he has to have his pretty, little wife speak for you guys? Is he some kind of maricon or something? Why don’t you two take those suits off, and let us get a look at you, while we think about it.”I found out much later that maricon is the Mexican-Spanish word for a gay male, and although I had never known Jason to be an aggressive man, and I didn’t think there was any way that he’s gay. As I mentioned before, he’s not a muscular or athletic man, and Daniel must have gotten the wrong idea when Jason was deferential to him in the beginning by calling him sir and deferring to me to speak for us.Jason and I were wearing long sleeve and long john, moisture-wicking, synthetic underwear, that we had borrowed from Steven and Sandra, under our snowmobile suits. Although I was covered from head to toe, the navy-blue material was tight and really accentuated my tight, petite body, big breasts, and nice ass. We needed to get undressed anyway, due to the warmth of the cabin, so I just hoped that those men would keep themselves under control. The men watched my every move as we took off our insulated suits.I had always been satisfied by Jason’s five-inch dick, although, before I met him, I had fucked boys with bigger cocks in college and enjoyed them even more. And standing there in front of Daniel and Arturo, I realized just how much bigger their cock lumps are than Jason’s and couldn’t help being impressed by them. They noticed me looking at them and smiled when they saw Jason’s little dick lump.Daniel looked us over and said, “Damn, Megan, you are one, fine little puta. Maybe we can find a way to allow you stay for only one thousand dollars. We don’t get much female entertainment up here, so maybe you could do a little dance for us, while you’re taking off your underwear.”It was then abundantly clear where things were istanbul travesti headed, and when Jason stood silent, stunned at Daniel’s suggestion, I took matters in hand saying, “No way, Daniel, you can’t force me to take off my underwear, or force me to do anything else for that matter.”Daniel and Arturo laughed as Daniel said, “Listen, puta, I’m not forcing you two to do anything. You’re both free to leave anytime you want to. But if you decide to stay, then you’re going to entertain us and show us some skin. Who knows, if we really like what we’re seeing, we might even show you what real cocks look like, after seeing that pitiful little bump Jason has. You two talk it over, and just remember that the storm is getting worse.”Jason and I went to the other side of the room and discussed it. We were both afraid of the consequences of going back out into the storm, and I knew that if we stayed, both of those men would end up fucking me. And after seeing their big cock lumps, I have to admit to being horny. I didn’t let Jason know that I thought they would fuck me, and just told him that they would be satisfied seeing me nude. Still, I was surprised that he agreed so quickly, and wondered if he suspected more might happen too, and was secretly agreeable to it. I wasn’t on my birth control pills anymore, since we were trying to start a family, but I thought that I still had a couple of days in the safe part of my cycle, in case they really did fuck me.We went back over to the men, and I continued negotiating, saying, “Okay guys, I will strip down and show you my body, but that’s it. I’m not on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby, so there’s no way you’re fucking me. In addition, we’ll only pay you one thousand dollars for staying the night. But first, Jason needs to contact his brother to let him know that we’re in a safe place, and to not risk coming up for us until it is safe for him.”Jason talked to Steven and let him know that we were okay, and then he sat in a chair as I stood in front of Daniel and Arturo, who were sitting on the couch. Daniel had turned on a battery-operated CD player, playing the Britney Spear’s song, ‘Gimme More’, which is known to be a song popular for strippers.I started swaying and gyrating in front of them, and then slowly lifted my underwear top until they saw the bulging bottoms of my DDs appearing. They both began rubbing their cocks, as I pulled my top up farther, until my breasts were fulling exposed. I pulled the top off over my head, and continued swaying to the music, with my breasts shaking and jiggling heavily in front of me, as I began to lower my bottoms.My bottoms were down to just above my pubis as I swiveled and gyrated my hips. Then, when my fat-lipped labia came into view, covered with a bush of neatly trimmed brown hair, the men’s cocks were hard. They looked huge in those tight long john bottoms, and I couldn’t help staring at them. I noticed that Jason was also staring, and on the edge of his seat to get an even closer look.Then Daniel and Arturo started pulling off their tops as Daniel said, “You’re the prettiest little, white puta that I’ve ever seen, and your body’s absolutely fucktastic. It’s only fair that you be able to see us nude too.”As I guessed earlier, they’re very muscular and fit, not like they are pumped up in the gym, but lean muscles of men who work hard for a living. Their cocks had gone soft by the time they started pushing down their long johns, and I heard a little gasp from Jason when their cocks came into view. They’re both uncircumcised, and their vein-covered cocks looked so thick and meaty compared to Jason’s, and they looked almost seven inches long on soft. Jason’s dick is circumcised, so I enjoyed seeing those men’s thick cock heads peeking out of their thick foreskins.Jason and I continued staring at those big, brown cocks, and their egg-sized, low-hanging balls, as Daniel grabbed his cock and began stroking it before saying, “Both of you seem to like what you’re seeing, and you can get a closer look if you want to. We’ll let you stay the night for five hundred dollars if you get down here and suck our cocks while we get a feel of those big hooters of yours. Come on, puta, we’ve seen everything anyway.”I really wanted to suck those big, brown cocks, and when I looked over at Jason and asked for either his approval or disapproval, he just kept staring at their cocks, and didn’t respond. I took that to mean that he was okay with it, but that he didn’t have the courage to admit it to either me or himself.Daniel looked surprised when I dropped to my knees in front of him, and took his hardening cock in my right hand, as I reached over and gripped Arturo’s cock with my left. I began stroking both men, as they reached down to fondle my breasts. With my face so close to Daniel’s crotch, I was getting turned on from his manly, musky odor. I looked over briefly at Jason, just before taking Daniel’s cock into my mouth, and he was totally focused on me sucking that oozing, thick, brown cock, and I had never seen such a lustful look on his face.That big cock felt and tasted so good, and it was much different than when I usually suck Jason. We normally have a lot of oral sex, and he loves sucking my pussy, but I never had to strain to get his dick into my mouth. With Daniel, my mouth was stretched wide open, and I sucked more and more of his thick fuck meat into my mouth. Daniel was moaning and thrusting as he placed his hands on my head to hold me in place, and I realized that his fully-hard cock was over nine inches long.