Chapter 557

The Prison Planet

... Morales motioned toward the main fire. “It gets quite cold in here before morning unless I get my lazy butt up and feed the fire during the night. We always make sure to have extra furs on the foot of the bed in case we need them.”

“And speaking of getting up,” Jasmine broke in to say, “don’t just lie there hurting if you need to go. Wake us. Chances are we’ll need to go too. I almost always have to in the middle of the night, but my love here never complains about escorting me to the outhouse whether he needs to go or not.”

“Uh, how do we go about bathing?” Ashley asked after they had all returned from their last trip to the outhouse.

Jasmine pointed to the tub hanging on a peg. “We have a small tub there, but with our having to melt snow for water until the spring thaw comes, we just stand in the tub, and using clean water from another bucket, wash off as best we can. That way, the dirty water is mostly caught in the tub and doesn’t make the ground all muddy.” Jasmine blushed when she and Morales passed a glance. “Well, actually, we wash each other,” she admitted with the blush increasing. “I mean – we are newlyweds, after all.”

Jasmine, noticing the girls’ faces, took pity on them. “We all know that we’re going to make love tonight...”

“We do?” Morales muttered under his breath.

“ ... but we don’t have to be crude about it,” she went on. “Suppose we put up the sheet, and Morales and I bathe together as usual. When we’re finished, the two of you can bathe – separately or together – however you wish. Okay?”

“That should work,” Christine agreed as she and Ashley passed a look. They had showered and played together before, but it was far from a regular thing.

Jasmine went on, “We have a large bucket that we use to heat water in, and there are other buckets that we use for cold water. Morales and I filled all the extra buckets with snow before you guys came, so we should have enough water for all of us to bathe – if we’re careful.”

There was a lot of whispering that went on between the two as Morales and Jasmine bathed, but Ashley and Christine weren’t able to make out more than a word now and then.

Jasmine, wearing a light pink negligée that covered everything – barely – walked out first. Her thick brunette hair – and growing thicker now that she was enhanced – had been vigorously towel-dried by her husband, but it was still damp and had been brought around, already in gentle waves, to tumble down toward her right breast. Her breasts didn’t have any sag before the enhancement, and now would never have after the enhancement. The cool air of the cave on her damp body had caused her nipples to swell and elongate, which, of course, Morales loved.

It was all Jasmine could do to walk out without wrapping a towel around herself, but the negligée was made to show off her body, so she forced herself to stand straight as she walked beside her mate. The garment covered everything, but it would only take a flick of the wrist to uncover a breast. While standing, the length covered her nether regions, but only barely. It would readily provide her husband with easy access to her lovely body.

Both Ashley and Christine had known that Jasmine had a beautiful face, but with the fatigues they all wore, they could tell little about her shape, other than she was neither fat nor skinny. They knew only generally about her background, but her life as an anthropologist had certainly kept her fit. In short, she was beautiful, and she had just proven it when she walked out wearing that negligée.

When the girls first saw her as she walked from behind the sheet, they both sucked in a breath and muttered a quiet, “Oh, shit.”

Neither of the young women ever thought that she was as pretty as the other was. Somehow, they never seemed to realize just why the escort agency managed to charge so much for them, nor why men paid such outrageous prices to fuck them when they wouldn’t allow the men to screw them without a condom, nor even allow a kiss. Oh, they were good in bed – they knew what it took to please a man and had developed their inner muscles to milk him the way he had never had before – and they made all the right sounds at precisely the right times, but none of those men ever realized that the girl they were fucking wasn’t really there during the sex. Unknown to all those men, neither girl had ever orgasmed with any of their clients, but to a man, they would all swear that the girls orgasmed several times.

But as beautiful as Jasmine was, the girls’ main focus was on Morales. Other than the guard job for Mazarella, Morales had worked in construction, and that often meant lifting and carrying heavy things such as bricks, concrete blocks, bags of cement or mortar mix, and frequently mixing the last with a hoe. That meant pulling the heavy mix back and forth in a big mortar box as he worked water into the mix to prepare it for the bricklayer, all of which built muscles in his back and shoulders. He wasn’t a gym rat, but the construction work took care of developing his muscles to the point that both girls let out an involuntary sigh as soon as he came into view. Shirtless, he walked toward them with an arm around his wife, those hard-won muscles rippling as he moved his arm to his wife’s shoulder.

Neither girl managed to say a word, but Morales just smiled. “Your turn, Ladies.”

When the girls were behind the sheet, there was more whispering and a good bit of giggling as they talked about what was going to happen, or what they hoped would happen. Each soaped up before the other poured warm water over her to rinse. It worked better than either expected. Since they had already shampooed their hair before leaving the Retreat, both skipped that for their first night in the cave. As they walked across the dirt floor, they were certainly thankful for the shower shoes which Diana had insisted they bring.

This time, Jasmine got to watch, and she had much the same response as the girls. Christine was a little shorter at five feet four inches and wore a thirty-six D bra while Ashley was two inches taller and wore a thirty-eight D. Both girls would stop traffic and cause men to do stupid things if they were dressed in miniskirts. Neither had ever been able to understand what all the fuss was about, but they had paid their way through college with their looks.

“Oh, shit,” Morales whispered as soon as Ashley and Christine stepped from behind the sheet wearing light pink negligées, and as Jasmine’s did, covered everything – barely. He turned to Jasmine with worry plain on his face, “Baby, I’m only human, and you know damn well that I’m gonna be turned on by all this. Are you certain?”

When Jasmine had first noticed what was approaching, the green monster tried to awaken, but she fought it down – with a struggle. I love him, but there’s no way I can keep up with an enhanced Alpha. And it’s not just me – Diana assured me that Morales needed more wives, and I would come to love them. I certainly hope she knows what she’s talking about, because right now, I’m getting very scared, indeed. “Oh, my,” she said aloud as the two young women walked toward the husband and wife.

“Baby,” Morales almost desperately whispered to his bride, “you’re my wife and all I need.”

The girls were almost to them now, and something within Jasmine seemed to change. They’re going to be my sister-wives. I will make this work.

“Ladies, you are truly beautiful,” Jasmine said, her voice strong, even though it took an effort. There was some worry, though. She was certain her husband could hardly take his eyes off the two women. Their breasts are bigger than mine. Crap, I’m jealous of those beautiful figures, not to mention their long, beautiful hair. Then she smiled as the next thought hit. I’ve been enhanced and my hair has always been my strong point. I can let it grow longer if I wish, but it will be a lot easier to dry once we have electricity. Maybe someday I’ll be able to compete with them.

She had no idea that both girls were worried because they thought that she was much prettier than they were.

Jasmine tried to force her fears back. When Morales mentioned them, he talked more about their personalities than anything else. He said they were “good” girls, despite what they did for a living. If he loves them, then I’ll love them, she vowed to herself.

Shocking the young women, Jasmine took the few steps to close the gap and hugged first Christine, then Ashley, telling them how beautiful they were and welcoming them to what would soon be a marriage to both Morales and herself.

A moment later, big tears were sliding down the girls’ faces. “We’re going to make this work,” she assured them, “but to be truthful, I’m scared to death.”

“Us, too,” they both said, so nervous they were shaking. Within seconds, Jasmine had tears also.

At least they were smart enough to have removed their makeup – not that they needed it, anyway, Jasmine thought.

After they had hugged for a moment – they pulled Morales into the group hug.

As soon as they broke the hug, Jasmine started things by kissing her husband and then encouraging the girls to do so too. On the next round, Jasmine involved some tongue as well as allowing her sexual enthusiasm to increase before pulling Morales down to the bed with her. A moment later, she grabbed Ashley’s hand to pull her down. When she gently elbowed Morales, he, a lot more gently, pulled Christine down beside him.

There wasn’t a single bone in Jasmine’s body that was bi, but she had no problem kissing Christine on the cheek. Another slight gouge in the ribs and Morales gently kissed Ashley. It was closed-mouth, but he did take her into his arms for a half minute or so.

“You need to be on the other side of me,” she told Ashley before moving out of the young woman’s way and encouraging her to move closer to Morales. As Jasmine lay back down beside Ashley, all of them lying down now, but with Jasmine propping herself up on an elbow to better see the two girls who were on either side of her husband.

“Are you...” he started, but Jasmine overrode him before he could say anything more.

“Ladies, I’ve done everything I can to start the party. I’ve told both of you, over and over, that I expect you to love my husband – no penetration until we’re all married – but anything else goes. You two are kissing him as if he were your brother. I initiated this. I’m not going to change my mind. Now do something before I go to sleep from boredom,” she finished with a giggle.

Christine didn’t need any further prompting. She pulled Morales down so that his body was lying half on her, and demonstrated that she did know how to kiss, after all.

They must have finally believed me, Jasmine thought as the two young women soon double-teamed him. With two squirming women taking turns deep kissing him, there was soon a very big bulge in Morales pajamas. While Christine was busy getting his pajama pants and his shorts out of the way, Ashley had inserted a nipple into his mouth along with as much of a breast as would fit without suffocating him.

“Anything goes except penetration?” Christine reconfirmed while lying beside him, propped on an elbow and holding Morales cock while she caught Jasmine’s eye.

“As long as it doesn’t involve that beautiful cock being inserted into your pussies or butts,” she agreed.