Panthera Spelaea

I woke to the feeling of moist lips and a warm tongue caressing the hard length of my morning wood. It traced its way around the sensitive head, and then my mystery fellatrix sucked lightly before pushing it to the entrance of her throat. She fought the gag reflex, swallowing around me before coming back up for air. She continued working the head when I felt another tongue, this one licking the base of my shaft on the right side.

I moved my legs apart, giving both some space to work under the covers in the dimly lit room. The girls worked together, alternating positions as they worked me towards orgasm. I could recognize who was who by their technique alone; Svetlana was patient and loving, bathing me with her tongue, while Anna used a lot of suction and spit. Neither girl could deep-throat something this size, but I didn’t mind. It was the best wake-up call in the world.

“I’m getting close,” I told them as I shifted my hips. The girls switched, and Anna took me into her mouth and started sucking hard. Two hands worked the bottom of my shaft and balls as she brought me to climax. “Oh GOD yes, SO fucking good,” I said as I started painting her throat with my essence. Svetlana sat up, pulling the sheets aside so we could both watch Anna struggling to swallow it before it sprayed out.

We’d started to see changes in my body a few days ago, and the most obvious was in play now. My cock had lengthened by a few inches, retaining its width. Luckily for me, the girls had adapted to handle it. At the same time, my balls had grown to double their previous size, now as big as tangerines. The loads it produced were prodigious now, hence Anna’s difficulty. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s as I continued firing bursts of semen into her mouth. Her eyes watered as she chugged it down as quickly as she could.

When the pulses stopped coming, she licked me clean and sat up with a look of triumph on her face. “That’s going on forever now,” she told me. “I barely did it.”

“Imagine what would happen if we let him get backed up for a few days,” Svetlana giggled. Like that would happen now that the two hot young ladies were mine.

I was the luckiest man in the world. Committing fully to each other had changed our lives forever. We’d talked it out over room service dinner that first night, the three of us laying out our hopes and fears. I worried about hurting Svetlana and what would happen if Anna felt left out or decided she wanted more than a shared male. Svetlana worried about losing her best friend and if I’d end up loving Anna more than her. Anna? She found a family in us, and she feared losing everything and being alone again. She was more than willing to be the secret wife under Svetlana as long as we loved her in private.

We’d fight jealousy with love, communication, and openness.

We spent hours talking before we decided as a threesome to move forward together. The celebratory sex went late into the night. We did everything in the world until the girls begged me to stop and let them sleep. “You need Anna in our bed because you’d kill me before you’d wear yourself out,” Svetlana had teased me as we recovered in the jacuzzi tub. She was correct; my lion’s gifts of strength and endurance had turned me into a sexual dynamo that even two lusty young women couldn’t tame. It wasn’t the same as the African lions and their seconds of sex and short recovery times; it was LONG sessions of sex with quick recovery times. Five minutes after unloading my balls, I’d be hard again and ready to go all night long. Only lack of sleep, hunger, and work stopped us from going all day and night.

That didn’t mean they didn’t try to wear me out. Something shifted in the girls as well; I wondered if somehow my lion’s characteristics were bleeding over into them? They seemed to recover quickly from the hard sex and come back for more. As the week went on, they got stronger and hornier. We’d make love anytime and anywhere they got the urge and could get me to respond, which never took long. We had to set sex-free times aside so we could get anything done.

Russian language lessons were never the same. I was constantly working on my oral skills, and sometimes that included speaking. I wasn’t good enough to converse exclusively in the Russian language, but I improved every day.

Sex was my exercise routine now. The girls knew one of them had to stay with me all the time, so my solo runs stopped. I was too recognizable, and the public didn’t like me around. I figured the police were watching the hotel and would follow along if I left. I was sure they were listening in on us, though we never left the room empty for them to get in. The poor bastards listening to us on their headsets had to suffer through hour upon hour of creaking beds, lusty moans, and screams of release. Anything we didn’t want them to hear, we said in whispers with music playing.

With all that in mind, the girls came up and snuggled with me, their firm breasts pressed against my broad chest. “What is the plan for today,” I asked my girls.

“I don’t know. I suppose we could look for work outside the hospitals,” Anna said.

“Mom and Dad want us to come over for dinner tonight,” Svetlana said. We hadn’t been over to see them since Svetlana told them we were going ahead with our love triangle. “And tomorrow is the weekend. We should do something to get out of this hotel and away from these people. I’m getting so tired of it all.”

Viktor Kaprisov was still fucking with us. It hadn’t taken long for the harassment and suspicion to follow the three of us to Svetlana’s hometown. Anna and Svetlana had alternated visiting the hospitals and clinics in Rybinsk, dropping off resumes and filling out applications. After five days, they had two callbacks, both telling them there were no openings. “That’s bullshit,” Svetlana raged. “These hospitals are constantly short of staff!”

“Central Clinical and the Police are blackballing us,” Anna concluded. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. Kaprisov is working with the local police to make sure we can’t set down roots here. No job, and we have to move on.”

“To where?” Lana was practically crying now. “This is my hometown. Where can we go to get away from this?”

“Not Siberia,” I said flatly. The girls looked at me, then busted out laughing.

“I could see it now,” Anna said as she kept laughing. “We show up at a tiny village hundreds of kilometers north of the Arctic circle, and Kaprisov is already there telling the locals not to hire us to clean their fish.”

It had enough truth in it that it wasn’t that funny. “We should pack our things,” I told them. Both girls looked at me. “We only got this place because we thought you would be getting jobs nearby. Since we aren’t, it’s time to move on. We can ask your parents if we can stay with them tonight, then tomorrow we leave.”

“Where to?”

“Moscow. I’ll plead my case with the University there,” I said in a louder voice before whispering the rest. “Or we’ll do some traveling in the country.”

“Sounds like fun,” Anna replied.

We cooked the last of our food for breakfast in the kitchenette, then left Anna behind to watch our things. Lana and I got in a taxi and headed for an auto dealer, where I paid for a used UAZ Patriot SUV. The Ulyanovsk Automobile Plant was known for building off-road capable vehicles for the Russian Military. The four-door black SUV had the ground clearance of a Jeep, lacking only a powerful engine. The 2.7L 4-cylinder power plant only had 150 horsepower. Still, it was cheap enough to buy with my credit card and would hold us and our gear comfortably.

I drove back to the hotel, where we loaded our bags in the back and checked out. Our next stop was a sporting goods store. “I hope you like camping because we need to get away from people for a few days. I need to let it out.”

“I haven’t been camping since before college,” Svetlana said.

“I’ve never been.” We bought backpacks, sleeping bags, a big nylon tent, cooking gear, and plenty of food before we headed over to see her parents.