Panthera Spelaea

It didn’t take long for us to find the tracking device the senior officer stashed in our cooler while checking out our campsite or the backup the officer had placed on my backpack. We moved both of them to the treeline and left them in the rough bark.

“Well, that was a mood killer,” Svetlana said as we made sandwiches for lunch. We’d spend the rest of our morning searching the campsite and the route down to the beach for any surveillance devices. “With police in the area, we could be under surveillance right now.”

“Not without a satellite or a drone,” I said. “No, Viktor sent those officers here to fuck with us. He saw our car wasn’t moving, sent them to the village, and found out where they’d taken us. Now that they know we can’t run, they won’t waste resources until we move again.”

“So what do we do,” Anna asked.

“We enjoy the day,” I said. “Just to be safe, we won’t let the cat out until after dark.”

“Good,” Svetlana said. “He’s so warm and snuggly! I like sharing a bed with him more than you.” I looked shocked while my cat preened deep in my mind.

“He is comfy, but I like waking up with John’s morning wood,” Anna teased. “I’m always up for morning fun with John, but I’m not ready for a pounding from a four-hundred-kilo cat. He’d squish me!”

“Plus, the barbs on that lion cock of his would HURT,” Svetlana said as she patted my arm. “Compromise. We go to sleep with our comfy lion and wake up with our horny John. Everyone wins.”

“Works for me,” Anna said with a smile. “I love getting the fresh cream in the morning.”

“I’ve not had sex since we were on the beach yesterday,” I told her with a grin. “I’ve got a big load saved up.”

She’d just finished her sandwich. “Time for dessert,” Anna said with a grin as she moved over between my legs. She unzipped my fly, removed my hard cock, and went to work. It was hard for me to concentrate on eating with my nubile fellatrix gobbling me down like that, but I managed to finish just before my short stack coaxed it out of me. Svetlana was on her knees next to her, encouraging her to swallow faster. Anna tried her best, but she couldn’t chug it fast enough to keep up. When her cheeks filled, and about to lose it all, Anna popped off let Svetlana take care of the rest. Anna fell back on the blanket, struggling to gulp down the rest without losing any. “Remind me never to let you go so long in between,” she said.

“We’ll take good care of you,” Svetlana said as she gently squeezed my balls. With Anna naked on the blanket and Svetlana’s mouth on my cock, it didn’t take long for me to get hard again. The girls stripped naked as they put me on my back in the middle of the blanket. Svetlana straddled me, using her hand to line up before slowly sinking herself onto my fat cock. “Oh, yeah, I missed this last night,” she said as she bottomed out.

Anna straddled my face, the two girls playing with each other’s tits as they used me for pleasure. “Careful with the scruff,” she said as I got a little too vigorous. “Can you imagine having his lion eat you out with that big tongue?”

Svetlana shivered. “It’s like sandpaper!”

“But it’s so LONG! I bet it would get ALL the way to the back and swirl around.” Anna came with a scream, juices flowing out onto my face and fingers. Since Lana wasn’t giving up her spot, I kept going. My tongue may not be as long as my lion’s, but I pushed what I had into her canal and started swirling around. “Oh, FUCK yeah! He’s licking me SO good!”

Svetlana was picking up the pace as well, the wet squelches of her pussy slamming down on my dick echoing around the campsite. Anna was busy rubbing Lana’s clit with one hand and pinching her nipples with the other, and the combo platter of sensations finally set her off. “JOHN!” She slammed down one last time as her vaginal muscles contracted again and again on me, squeezing me and demanding I splash her insides. I wasn’t ready yet, so she rode the sensation out before collapsing onto the blanket next to me. “You’ll be the death of me,” she gasped.

Anna took advantage of the open spot, moving down my body and slowly pushing my length into her tight pussy. “I could say the same for the two of you,” I said as I pulled Lana over to rest her head on my shoulder. “Two of the hottest women in Russia, and you’re all mine.”

“Mine,” she said softly as her eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Anna was taking me hard and fast in a reverse cowgirl style. I loved watching the muscles in her bubble butt as she balanced on her feet and used her thighs to bounce up and down. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as she came once and built for a bigger one.

“Faster,” I said as I smacked her right ass cheek hard enough to leave a handprint. She squealed and sped up, almost coming off me when my hand smacked down on her other cheek. “You have thirty seconds to make me cum, or I’ll paddle your ass so hard you won’t sit for a week.”

“Yes… sir,” she said through clenched teeth. Anna liked a little pain with her pleasure, and she did her best as I counted down. She was moving as fast as she could, her pussy gripping me like a fist as she pulled up, then slamming down to fill her again. Her scream began in her pussy, moving up through her stomach and chest before finally exploding with her orgasm as the count reached four. “JOHN!”

No mortal could withstand such an erotic assault, and I didn’t either. Grabbing her hips to hold her in place, I lifted my hips as I began shooting hot seed deep into her womb. “ANNA!” I jerked with each spasm, my cock swelling inside her as I filled her up. When our orgasms finally abated, I pulled her back to lay on my chest, my softening cock still halfway inside her.

“That was SO fucking hot,” Svetlana said. She’d sat up near the end, playing with herself as she watched the frantic coupling. We were still catching our breath when she moved down between our legs. My cock popped out, letting loose a torrent of mixed fluids that Svetlana licked up like melted ice cream. Her oral efforts couldn’t revive me again, not after that session, so we rested together for an hour and watched the clouds pass over our hidden love nest.

The sun moved to where it was beating down on us, and the day was getting warm. “So, who’s up for a swim?”

“Swimsuits or no,” Anna asked.

“Just towels, but let’s bring clothes along just in case we want to take a walk,” I told them. “I’ll see or hear any boats or aircraft before they get close enough to see anything.” With that, we put on sandals and sunscreen only, carrying drinks, snacks, and clothes in our rolled-up beach towels.

The sandy beach was a little slice of paradise. You could see the lakeshore on the horizon, but the lake itself was empty this late in the year. The water was clear enough to see the small fish swimming around your feet, and I spotted some bigger fish when I dove down to the deeper water.

We got into chest-deep water, and I introduced the girls to the fun of Lion-Strength Girl Tossing. I’d stand with my back to the beach, fingers interlocked and arms low, and one of the girls would stand in them and balance with her hands on my shoulders. We’d bounce for timing, she’d stand up, and I would throw her into the air as hard as I could. Even a buff guy can only launch their girls five feet above the water and through maybe one flip before splashing down. Me? I was tossing them twenty feet in the air, and they flipped three or four times before landing in the deep water. I ran the most epic waterpark ride EVER, made better by them being nude.

I was a lucky man. We tried underwater blowjobs, floating cunnilingus, underwater sex, even treading water sex. It all sounded more fun than it was, so we ended up screwing each other silly on the beach towels instead.

We were relaxing and eating snacks on the beach a few hours later when I heard the sound of a motorboat. When I recognized the boat from the village, we all got dressed and waited. This time, it was empty except for the driver. He waved to us before beaching the bow onto the soft sand.

Svetlana translated what Marat told us. “The police arrived early this morning and went straight to our car. They demanded to know where I was, and my mother told them we were on an island and not being picked up until ten o’clock in the morning tomorrow. The police then demanded I take them out to see you. He doesn’t like them; he said they were assholes harassing his paying customers, but he couldn’t refuse them.”

“It’s all right; we don’t always have choices,” I replied.

The young man nodded as Lana gave him my answer in Russian, then said a few more sentences. I waited for Lana. “The police checked under your car and headed back to Pudozh. I think they will follow you after you leave here.”

It made sense; use the tracker to follow us while staying out of sight. There was only one road into the village where our car was, so they didn’t have to remain in the remote outpost to keep us under their thumb. Their laziness was an advantage.

“I have an idea,” I said.