Karina Pt. 02

She lay back gathering her strength as i began to lick and kiss my way up along her groin to her delicate tiny goblet navel, then up her tummy and ribs, along the bountiful curves of her breasts to her rosebud nipples, along her upper slopes and shoulders, up her long neck to nuzzle her adorable ears, then along her forehead and down her nose. I kissed each closed eye, then attached myself to her red lips as I shifted my body and prepared for the next phase.

She almost instinctively grabbed my cock to help guide it to its destination, then shifted her hips for a better angle. It always felt so good to slide into her hot, tight depths. I moaned as the sensations swept over me again, then started the familiar but exciting work of pulling out and pumping back in.

We started off slow. I watched her breasts wobble in response to the gentle thrusts, her eyes closed and lips barely open as she focused on the sensations. After a few thrusts, she began to take a more active role and grabbed my ass. She worked my butt and her hips to drive me in harder so I picked up my tempo and we went to 'sex machine' mode—hard, rhythmic thrusts that made her breasts bounce and forced little gasps or grunts out of her plump lips. The slapping of my balls on her ass just added to the industrial atmosphere.

Since our changes, we could go like this for hours on rare occasions. Even though there was nothing else on the agenda, we shifted gears again as Elena rolled on her side and pulled a leg over my shoulder. This made for a slightly more awkward angle, but created friction and sensations in new areas for both of us. I was basically on one knee thrusting in a semi-upward angle. It was not real comfortable for me so after a bit I pulled her over on top. I maneuvered her so she leaned back a bit, forcing my cock to rub her at a bit of an angle. God, it felt good, and I knew she liked it as well.

She was supporting her upper body on her arms behind her so I pulled her forward to a more comfortable and sustainable position and we bounced happily for a while that way. She had been climaxing every few minutes and mine was building up nicely when Julie popped her head in again to see how we were doing. She smiled and straddled my legs behind Elena, wrapping herself around the redheaded beauty. She began to nuzzle Elena's neck and fondle her heavy breasts as Elena's moans picked up. Julie let one hand drop to rub Elena's tummy, then further to play with her hard little clit. Elena shivered as Julie diddled her, and then I shivered when Julie's other hand found my balls. Julie climbed off me, positioning herself to lick and suck at our junction, playing with our balls, clits, asses, and whatever else she could get her hands or mouth on.

Julie took it on herself to orchestrate our grand finale—speeding or slowing us down as needed until we were both panting like steam engines, then she coordinated an attack that had the two of us howling in a well-deserved burst of pleasure and fluids. Elena flopped bonelessly beside me as Julie climbed up to sensually lick us reasonably clean of sweat and juices. Naturally, this brought my ever-eager cock back to life.

"Elena? Are you done with this? can I play with it for a while?" She asked ever so sweetly.

"Uh. Sure. I'm wiped. I'm just gonna lie here a..."

Julie was straddling me before Elena even finished closing her eyes. She snuggled down on me, kissing me all over, then suddenly riding me like I was a bucking bronco and she was doing her damnedest to break me. Dammit! She was even whacking me on the loins and shouting 'Yeehaw!' I tried hard to keep up with the game, even though it nearly broke me.

Irritatingly, Julie seemed to have barely broken a sweat when we were done. She hopped off, wiped herself with the bandanna, and said "Well, Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson. Once you have cleaned up, your wedding feast will be ready." She sashayed out.

"Elena, I order you to help me up and wash me off." My first sex slave and lovely wife made a 'pbbbbtttt' sound with her lips and tongue.

"I'm too tired. I just want to lay her and let my poor overworked pussy cool off. Maybe you could carry me to the shower?" She asked while fluttering her eyes.

"Damnit! You are my wife and slave. You promised to obey and care for me. We even signed a contract. Tend to me, woman!" I was struggling to not laugh. We both knew full well that if I was serious, she would obey me almost without thought and it would please her to do so.

"So sue me for breach of contract. I'm asleep. See?" She started to fake snore.

I poked her and she did not move, so I tickled her on the sides and she shot up laughing. "No fair, Master!"

"All's fair in love and war, wench. Now attend me!" She stood up with her nearly regal grace and helped me to my feet, leading me in for a quick shower.

The three of us dined on a feast of roast chicken, garlic potatoes, roasted vegetables, wine, and ice cream. It may not have been a fancy meal, but it was filling, delicious, and within our too-rapidly dwindling budget. Afterwards, we screwed like minks... if minks ever had threesomes like this.

A lucky find a couple days later signaled a new shift in our situation. I found an on-line ad for a shift manager at a good-sized electronics store just outside Colorado Springs. Even though it took a bit to explain my odd resume and work history with the name change, things went well. A month later, we were living in a small house near the store. Elena found a new job in a dress store in a convenient mall, and Julie got hired at the mall's athletic shoe store. Money was not a big issue now.

I've been watching over my shoulder ever since Karina came into my life, but I was seeing fewer and fewer things that worried me, and we've changed nearly every aspect of our lives a couple different times. When we left the last town, we tried as hard as we could to not leave any clues and be as far off the grid as we could. We also paid different people in different places to let us know if anyone asked about us. It isn't perfect, but it seems to be working well enough—although I do keep a 'bug out bag' packed and close at hand at all times.

Things were going pretty good for us. Sexually, things were a blast. Anything Elena did not think of, Julie would come up with. We played with toys, role playing, light bondage, and more. One or the other of us took classes in massage, cooking, dance, and more and we incorporated whatever we could in the bedroom.

Yep. Things were going really well for me... until the girls came back from a spa day with another girl and smug expressions on their faces.