The Outback Road Trip Ch. 12

The one thing that could be said about my night's sleep was that it was a sound one. Whether it was the excess champagne, the sex or the post exam exhaustion and come down, I don't know, but I slept uninterrupted until 7.30.

And that was despite the tight, rather cosy, confines of my sleeping arrangement.

The hotel we were in was one of those fancy ones that think you only need a doona without a sheet. If you use the doona, it's so warm you have to have the air conditioning on to avoid cooking yourself. Or you can do what we did which is turn the air-con off and sleep uncovered. Which when you're sleeping with two rather attractive girls otherwise naked, has other advantages.

So that really wasn't the problem with the sleeping arrangement.

Rather it was that Laila had passed out cold in the middle of the bed, leaving Annika and me in a rather compressed state. Yes, we could have slept either side of her, but that wasn't what we wanted to do. It was like being back in the camping tent -- after something had made it shrink!

If sleep isn't your first objective, that can have advantages. After all, my back was pressed firmly against Laila while Annika and I were pushed even more firmly against each other; face to face.

So I woke up with her face against mine and my night erection in the thigh gap between her legs; somewhat pushing up into her crease. But there wasn't enough room behind me to pull my hips back to release it from that position.

I could feel no movement from Laila and rather suspected she was going to wake with a hangover.

Annika I could see was still asleep; her breath somewhat smelling of the champagne from the night before. Mind you, I doubted mine was any better.

Annika's got the most beautiful, attractive, soft, feminine face. While it's a delight to look at, so are her breasts. I was stuck where I was, so to help the time pass, I pulled my head back just far enough to look down at her breasts as they pressed against my chest. They weren't squashed there; just resting firmly enough her nipples were pushed aside a bit; as far as I could tell in a hardened state.

That gave me about fifteen minutes of pleasure; enough pleasure I had to constantly fight my cocks desire to surge itself against Annika's crease.

But eventually a desperate need to pee and a dead arm from it bring compressed under my shoulder with nowhere to give it any room to let the blood flow back into it, meant I had to get up. There was no easy way to get up without waking at least one of them.

If I tried climbing over Annika, not only would I wake her up, I'd probably roll her off the bed.. And I was facing the wrong way to climb over Laila and too tightly packed to be able to turn around and face her.

I tried squirming like a worm down the bed. That meant I was dragging my body against theirs and my erection was initially being pulled down through Annika's thighs until it escaped her clutches and rested against my stomach.

All of which meant there was Buckley's chance of not waking one or both of them. My head had got down as far as her breasts when I heard Annika softly ask...

"Where are you going and why is there an erection between my thighs?"

"I need to go to the bathroom and my night erection grew into the gap between your thighs while I slept."

Annika rolled half off the bed, letting her sit up and releasing me to be able to get off the bed too. As I stood up, I bent down to kiss her...

"I might have a shower too. I'm a bit sweaty after sleeping pushed together like that -- not that it wasn't nice."

Retreating to the bathroom, I had to deal with the peculiarly male problem of peeing with an erection; because even that brief interaction with Annika made sure it wasn't going down any time soon. That means standing back from the bowl, bending deeply and holding it down aiming at the bowl and hoping you've calculated the range correctly. In retrospect, I should have simply peed in the shower, but I didn't.

Having finished and flushed that, I brushed my teeth; well aware of my 'night breath'.

Almost as soon as I started running the shower, Annika came into the room. As I adjusted the shower and stood under it, Annika sat on the bowl...

"Sorry. I was a bit desperate too."

Finished with that, she stood up and gave her teeth a quick brush before turning to me...

"Mind if I join you."

Annika climbed into the shower; embracing me. Before she pushed her body against me, she bent my shaft down and located it between her leg and through her crease. Showering together is nothing new; and nor is her doing it with my erection between her legs. It is something Annika has liked for a while. But often that has been in outback showers where water is scarce and we knew we had to limit our time under it.

Now we were in a fancy city hotel. Australians are brought up not to waste water, but just this one time I felt reasonably uninhibited about timing.

We washed each other's bodies in the most tactile way; paying a lot of attention to the others erogenous zones. I have to say, I love washing Annika's breasts.

When we finished that, Annika embraced me and held our bodies close together, turning her face to me to kiss me. At first we just swayed and rocked against each other as our hands caressed the others flesh and we passionately kissed.

But slowly Annika started to rotate her hips in a way that was very clearly stimulating her clit by sliding my erection across it.

I decided to add to her stimulation, and my own enjoyment, by bending my head down and sucking her breast while flicking my tongue across her nipple. It meant there was a repositioning of my shaft to do that. Instead of our pubis's being in close contact and her stimulating herself on the base of my shaft, our hips were now separated and it was the top part of my shaft sliding across her clit with a slightly upward force. Annika made the effect more accurate by holding the base of my shaft with her hand and positioning my shaft where she wanted it as she moved her clit across it.

It's hard to be sure of these things, but I'll swear she was flicking her clit across the edge of the bell of my swollen shaft.

It wasn't long before her breathing told me she was heading towards an orgasm. As she came, she kept stimulating her clit for a moment or two before she slid the tip of my erection back through her crease and I quickly found my erection half buried in her body. All I had to do was straighten my knees again to fully immerse myself and find myself in Annika's firm embrace; her contractions bearing down along the length of my shaft.

I love that moment after Annika climaxes. Actually I love it after any of the girls climax. Laila after all gets completely out of control and all but eats me in her uncontrolled passion. But Annika is special to me. To give her pleasure like that is wonderful. Like Laila she is flooded with endorphins and oxytocin and she seeks what can only be described as moments of extreme intimacy with me, kissing and cuddling.

But whereas Laila's response comes across as satisfying her extreme need to throw her body against the nearest male -- which I accept may be an unfair description -- Annika's comes across as wanting to share her moment of erotic high with me. Her response is more controlled, more sharing, more -- I don't know how to explain it -- appreciative of me as the person who gave her that ending.

It might not be accompanied by the mind blowing rush of pleasure I get as the pulses of my own orgasm shoot my cum into her body, but it is still my favourite part of making love to her. As we stood up, pressed against each other, my erection binding us together as it buried itself deep within her torso, she kissed and caressed me in the most wonderful way; her body swaying in a beautiful, feminine, erotic dance of love against me, the flesh of her thighs, her torso, her breasts and even her arms, brushing delightfully against my own sensitive flesh and making it tingle.

It's not stimulating my manhood. It's not intended to. But it triggers my own hormonal response; emotionally making me love her more while my manhood responds to that emotion by swelling to a new height where I can feel it thickening and lengthening; stretching the skin of my shaft to a degree it feels like it will burst inside her.

As her endorphin rush subsides, Annika's dance against me took on a new dimension. My shaft, which had been essentially static and unstimulated during her initial period of passion -- although I'd have to add, in the most wonderful way -- started to become the focus of her movements.

Normally she'd lean back against the shower wall to let me -- not to put too fine a point on it -- fuck her. But this time it seemed she wanted something more romantic.

She was adopting something closer to how we sometimes finish an intimate sex session in bed. Although still pushed closely against me, her dance included and sort of undulation through her lower torso, which had the effect of causing a slight withdrawal and push back in of my shaft as she gripped me tightly and rolled it firmly against her hard pelvic floor muscle at the front of the entrance to her vagina. It was almost, if not actually, something like a rocking motion.

Each time she did that, it really caused a rush of pleasure through my cock. Had she'd done it quickly I would have come in an instant. But in this case, she was drawing out my build up by spacing her roll movements. Her hands were all over me -- but often on my butt drawing me more deeply into her body, her breasts were sliding across my chest, the hard nipples bending to the side as they moved and her kisses conveyed a degree of loving passion. And the flesh on flesh contact with the whole front of her body was heavenly.

As it progressed, I couldn't help letting out a moan -- essentially into her mouth -- every time she rolled it like that. And I could feel her lips against mine express a wide smile in response.

But the build-up was unrelenting. My moans were getting louder, and she knew it. There came a point I knew it was about to happen. For fear of -- I'm not quite sure -- I pulled my mouth away and turned my head to the side as I let out...

"OOHH... OOHH... OOHH..."

And then it broke. I'd sort of developed a view that the longer I spent thrusting, the more powerful the orgasm. But with this technique, Annika has taught me otherwise. As the dam burst and my seed was pulsed up my shaft I climaxed with an almost deafening...

"AAAAAHHHHHHH... OOOOOHHHHHHH... AAAHHHHHHHHh..."

Involuntarily, I thrust into her so hard I all but lifted her off the ground, holding her there. Pulse after pulse of this powerful orgasm flooded my erection and brain with the most incredible pleasure, one so overwhelming you couldn't suppress a need to vocalise it. Just as I thought I had control of my reaction, another wave of it washed over me, once again causing me to express it loudly with another...

"OOOOOOAAAAWWWW... AAAAHHHHHHH... OOOOOOWWWWW..."

The third wave was just as powerful -- and noisy. It was only after that the waves subsided a bit; slowly petering out to body shaking groans. Finally I pushed her against the wall, still somewhat suspended on my cock and arms, kissing her passionately and thrusting out the last vestiges of my climax.

It was only then I realised she was climaxing too; signalled to me by the contractions I could feel against my cock and her moans.

After a prolonged kissing, Annika finally pulled her head back and with a big grin, noted...

"That seemed to be a good climax you just had. Hell, your cock is still as hard as a rock too."

I smiled at her...

"It was a monster. What about yours?"

"Which one?"

"Either or both."

"Good, but you've given me better."

"Well, this was shower sex. I can do a lot more when I've got you flat on a bed."

"I know. It wasn't anything like a complaint. Just answering your question."

Annika was right about my cock being hard. And it was still providing a lot of the force holding her on tippy toes against the wall. I bent my knees to ease her back to a flat footed stance. But after a while that became uncomfortable and I pulled it out of her.

She wrapped her hand around it and slid it up and down -- in a rather nice way -- as she rinsed it under the shower...

"I suppose we'd better get out and ready for our flight. I wonder how Laila's doing."

"I suspect she'll have a hangover when she gets up."

We enjoyed drying each other, in much the same way we'd soaped each other under the shower; even if, by the time we'd finished, my erection had refreshed itself. Walking naked back into the bedroom, we found Laila still asleep.

Annika and I quietly went about dressing for the flight back to Broome; wearing exactly the same clothes we'd flown out in -- a mini skirt and cropped, tie front shirt for Annika and a pair of tailored shorts and button up collared shirt for me. Half way through, Laila began to stir.

She moaned a bit; and this was not a moan of pleasure.

Annika went and sat on the bed next to her...

"Are you OK?"

"Oh, my head."

"Why don't you get up and have a shower. You'll feel better for it."

While not wishing ill of Laila, in a way I didn't regret her state. I'd just had fantastic, loving, sex with Annika and in a way it would have been spoilt -- maybe less meaningful is a better way of putting it - if I had to finish it by fucking Laila too. And there would be nothing less certain than Laila would want a fuck if she wasn't in the state she was in.

Nursed along somewhat by Annika, we got Laila showered, dressed and into the taxi to get us to the airport.

When we got to the private plane departure lounge, it was crowded with about 8 workers in the standard hi vis yellow shirts and blue work pants that the mining workers seemed to have as their uniform -- the girls' dad included.

Annika recognised a number of them and had a chat with them, introducing Laila and me in the process. They in turn introduced Annika to other of the workers in what felt like a very friendly atmosphere..

It wasn't long before we were called to board the plane. The girls and I were allocated the same seats at the front we'd come across in. Two guys were given what you might call the 'business class' seats opposite us, the rest were in the less salubrious seats behind that.

With this sort of company there was no likelihood of another mile high episode. Instead, it was interesting watching Annika work the plane; in the sense that the first guy she talked to her got up and walked her the length of the plane, introducing her to those she didn't already know. It was clear she was being introduced as the daughter of the company head and owner; but it was interesting watching Annika take the time to meet her father's workers.

As she sat next to me again, she indicated...

"I worked in the company office last year and got to know a few of the guys. It's always good to make the effort to get to know the company staff.".

Laila was still half dazed in her hungover state; recovering, but not yet with her usual enthusiasm.

The plane landed at Kununurra and all the other's disembarked. Once we were back in the air again, the cabin crew -- the same lovely lady we'd had on the trip over -- served us a really nice lunch; unlike anything I've had on a plane before. She then took a moment to ask how my exam had went.

Laila, until this point slumped in her seat, almost inert, with a pair of head phones on to block out the aircraft noise, gathered herself enough together to enjoy her lunch and -- whether deliberately or not I don't know -- lift her right leg enough to display the fact that, like on the trip over, she had nothing on under her mini skirt.

The lunch was enough to make the rest of the trip to Broome pass pretty quickly.

It was after we landed the trip took an unexpected turn. The girls' dad was waiting for us at the airport. Dressed in the same work uniform as all the other guys, that wasn't the unexpected turn.

He asked my to come to the Qantas lounge, leaving the girls outside. Collecting me a beer, and one for himself, he led me to a quiet corner of the lounge. He went straight to the point...

"So, the trip with the girls finishes in about a month. Have you considered what will happen to your relationship with Annika after that?"

"Sir, it is a question that has not left my mind. I don't have an answer. And it is something I've discussed with Annika without a solution. She will be half the earth away from me and it tears me apart to think that I will be in no position to frequently visit her."

"Do you believe you; d like your relationship with Annika to be a lasting one?"

"If I could make it work it would be forever. I've never felt about any woman the way I feel about Annika."

"It is possible Annika will be given a senior position in managing our Perth office. She is young, but she has impressed me with her managerial abilities when I have given her a go. I know the law firm we use is looking for good young lawyers for their Perth office. Would you be willing to move there if I got you a job with them?"

"Without a moment's hesitation sir."

"I was hoping you'd say that. It is clear that Annika is more than just smitten with you. She is seriously in love and it is not like Annika to react like that lightly.

"Let me see what can be worked out. No doubt the girls will want to know what this is about. Nothing is certain yet, and I don't want to put you in a position where you have to lie to them. When they ask, simply respond that I asked you whether you wanted to stay in touch with Annika at the end of the trip with a view to seeing whether that could be made possible. If they push it further -- which they will -- just say I've asked you not to go further with the discussion and I will talk to Annika when I can think of a solution."

He stood up and shook my hand...

"Well, I have a plane waiting for me and you have a couple of women. We'd better get on our way. I'll be in contact."

Their father wasn't wrong about the girls interrogating me as to what our conversation had been. I gave them the answer he gave me and stuck to it however much they pushed for more. This was one possibility I didn't want to muck up.

We collected the camping truck and went back to the motel we'd been in before. The girls had made it a continuous booking, even though we'd be away for a couple of nights.

By the time we got there, Laila's hangover was pretty well over and she had been getting fairly frisky. As we entered the unit, she took my hand, looked to Annika and asked...

"Can I borrow him please?"

Annika rolled her eyes and nodded her head...

"If it's OK with him."

The thing was, I didn't really have much say in the matter. It was pretty well my main reason for being taken on this trip with them. So I rolled my eyes back at Annika and let Laila lead me into the bedroom.

Laila had me stripped naked in a mere moment. I'd undressed her too, but with a skirt that could easily be dropped to the floor and a top that slid off her with the slightest pull, my task had been easier that hers.

She climbed onto the bed, put one of the spare pillows in the centre of it, rolled onto her back with the pillow under her hips and spreadeagled herself with her legs wide apart. Grinning at me she teased...

"You know what I like. Come and give it to me.... Please."

Now I might sound hesitant about this whole caper. I am in fact a bit torn. In a way, it doesn't seem right given my love for Annika. But she's the one who permits -- even wants me to do this. I can tell you I'm even more torn when fucking Angelique and Cecile.

BUT, and it's a big but, my body has no hesitation. I had a full boner from the moment she started undressing me. My cock, which seems to have a mind of its own, couldn't wait to get into her. I was a guy in his early twenties being offered sex with a really attractive girl who liked wild sex. What can you expect?

With a desperate attempt at displaying genuine enthusiasm, I climbed on top of her, sucking her right nipple as I surged my erection through her crease to locate the tip of it in her vaginal opening.

Foreplay? As far as Laila is concerned, undressing me gives her all the foreplay she needs. Indeed, leading me by the hand into the bedroom probably did it. She's made it clear before that, absent any signs to the contrary, she wants me in her and banging away at her with all the lustful urgency I can muster.

I pushed my erection into a vagina that was more than ready to receive it.

'Hard and fast'. That's what she meant when she said I know what she wants. It's not my favourite approach really. A bit too toxic male and somewhat lacking in romance, but if that's what she wants, it's not for me to judge; although I have managed to tone it down just a smidgen from our first encounters with this approach, without her seeming to notice. And it's better than when she wants to go crazy cowgirl on top of me and I have to keep reminding her not to break my cock.

As usual, the first couple of thrusts are taken more sensibly as I make sure the angle of my approach is best for both her and me.

Then, on outstretched arms that let me stare down at her breasts, I started going for it.

The whole sexual engagement goes through stages.

The first stage, and one of my favourites, is to get her body rag-dolling under me; making her breasts wobble in the most incredible way. It's meant to be a function of the 'hard sex' and to an extent is. But it is helped along by her hips being elevated on the pillow, reducing friction with the bed, and I suspect some exaggeration of it by her; knowing how much it entertains me.

It makes me wish I was shorter than I am. I'd love nothing more than to be able to comfortably bend down and suck those wildly wobbling nipples. But the measurement from the base of my cock to my mouth won't permit that without contorting my neck and torso in the most uncomfortable way.

I do it -- contort myself that is -- because of the fun of sucking them. But I can only hold it for a few seconds before I have to lift myself up again for fear of doing permanent damage to my neck. So I go through cycles of uncomfortable sucking and just staring down and enjoy the sight of those babies wobbling.

The next stage is when my raking of my shaft across her g spot -- thus the need for a pillow -- starts to have effect on her. Laila doesn't hold back. When she starts getting stimulated, you know about it. Moaning is just the start.

But this fast and hard thrusting comes at a cost in energy expended. The girls, wanting they and me to be able to hang around in swimwear all day, don't turn on the air-conditioning; relying on dressing down to nearly nothing to keep cool. But when you start exerting yourself hammering away at Laila like she wants me to, let's just say, you work up a sweat. Quite a sweat after a while. A big enough sweat it starts spraying all over Laila.

Evidently both Annika and Laila are as inclined to objectify my body as I am theirs. And for them, a big, muscled lifesaver working up a sweat and spraying it all over them as they get fucked by me is something of a treat. Laila certainly seemed to think so, caressing my pecs and upper arms as if she was spreading my sweat around.

Oh, and did I mention the grunting that goes with all that effort.

Indeed, I have come to understand from subtle little hints from her that her desire to be fucked fast and hard is as much because of the stimulation she gets from seeing its effect on my body as the more direct stimulation she gets of her g spot and clit; not to mention that periodic sucking of her breasts and nipples when I bend into her.

Whatever might have been the case this time, she was soon working up a storm and vocally making it known to me and everyone else in hearing distance.

She came with a scream, one quickly followed by the feeling of her contractions pummelling my shaft and long, loud, prolonged moans from her.

As for me well, as is her way, she was offering no grip on my shaft as I fucked her. My shaft was slipping in and out like a well oiled piston, It felt nice, but not in a way that was going to bring me to a climax.

As I've said before this sort of sex comes with other -- I'll call them benefits, but with some reluctance. Banging away at her like that, watching her body rag-doll under me and her breasts wobble like jelly cakes plated on a rolling boat, does something very positive to my sense of masculinity. Some might regard it as being in a toxic sort of way, but when the girl is -- actually and really -- asking for it, that hard to fully justify. To me it feels like some sort of a testosterone boost. As if, after you're finished, you want to kneel up, beat your chest and youdle out like the star of a Tarzan movie.

But Laila has her ways. By not gripping me, she knows this can go on nearly forever; giving her orgasm after orgasm, although only she knows how sore she must be afterwards. But with Annika waiting in the lounge room and listening to all of this, I have my own ideas.

I changed the angle of my thrusts and withdrawal to rub the base of my shaft firmly against the front of her vaginal opening; shortening the thrusts to increase the effect. I know this will bring me to a climax, whatever grip Laila might or might not give me.

Laila noticed the change and responded with a medium to light grip on my shaft. I knew Laila well enough to know this wasn't to give me a faster climax. Rather it was a request to go back to the hard and fast thrusts of before to give her a good chance of a second orgasm, while still working towards my own. I relented and did just that; still able to enjoy the rag-dolling of her body under me and the occasional dive down to suck those beautiful wobbling breasts of hers..

Now the feeling of my thrusts were tinged with that additional bit of pleasure that builds towards a climax. My grunts similarly conveyed not just the effort I was putting into the banging of Laila, but the rapture each thrust gave me; something Laila could read to time her own advancement to her second climax.

She was moaning pretty loudly again, but something told me at the present pace, I was going to climax before her. She must have judged the same, because her grip went from medium to light. It was enough to encourage me to keep going as I was but slow my own progress at the same time.

Laila's moans got louder until she cried out with her second orgasm; thrusting her hips up against me, although unable to actually lift me any higher.

Almost immediately, while I was still thrusting in a way intended to prolong her climax, she gripped me really hard. That's all it took. Laila has started to show a thing about triggering simultaneous orgasms and in this case she'd hit the jackpot. I was down, laying on top of her groaning with the hedonist delight of the pulses rushing up my shaft.

As Laila wanted, we were sort of in an orgasmic battle; me timing additional thrusts which extended and enhanced my own climax while she pushed her hips up and ground herself against the base of my shaft to enhance hers. She forcefully rolled us over, putting her on top, giving her more freedom of movement to surrender to the sexual desires of the orgasm still wracking her body; forcing herself down hard on my shaft and screwing it around.

I was still able to thrust when my climax called for it, but with no more depth to penetrate her, its main effect was simply to lift Laila's hips up instead. Still, it served the purpose I wanted and triggered another series of rapturous pulses.

I was still groaning when the final stage of Laila's orgasm cut in; the overwhelming effect of the oxytocin and other endorphins her climax generates. Her tongue penetrated my still groaning mouth as she wrapped one arm around my neck in an almost strangling hold while caressing the side of my cheek and my hair with the other, entwining our legs as she continued to screw my cock around inside her and rock us both from side to side.

All I could do in response was wrap my now free arms around the delectable feminine flesh of her shapely body - which was pleasurable enough of itself -- as she continued her intense pashing of me.

When she finally expended her passion on me I was left with her almost limp body covering me, my erection still hard and buried in her. I gently rolled us both on our sides, depositing her on the bed as I withdrew my shaft from her. Sensing I was about to get up, she pulled me back for one more kiss...

"That was fantastic. Thank you."

All I could do was reply, honestly... "It was fantastic"

In a way, that was the problem. As sex went, physically, it was fantastic. Mind-blowingly so. But for my innocent self, it just didn't seem right I should be having that sort of sex with my girlfriend's sister.

Now we were back in sweltering Broome, we were also back in swimwear territory. I slipped on a pair of speedos as Laila put on one of her tiny bikinis and we went back into the lounge room to find Annika had already changed too.

She looked at the erection still bulging in my swimwear...

"That thing of yours seems to spend more of its life in an engorged state."

I smiled at her...

"Well, whose fault it that?"

"You tell me."

I walked over to her, embraced her around her waist and upper back and dipped her over almost horizontal as I kissed her as my swimwear sheathed erection rested on the beautiful skin of her stomach...

"Yours."

She looked up at me with a grin...

"Oh really."

"Yep."

But she was right about one thing. Around the girls, I do seem to be an a constant extended state of arousal. With the sex I have with them, unless I thrust for too long after my climax, my shaft seems very reluctant to go down. More so if it lingers in their body for a while after we have both climaxed; like it is plugging my seed in their vaginas. And half the time, when I am in the sort of close intimate semi-naked contact I often find myself in, it has refreshed to a new erection before the old one has gone completely limp.

I wasn't even sure whether what I was displaying was a delayed softening of the one that just fucked Laila or something new. Time would tell.

It was Annika who suggested...

"Let's go down for a swim."

With my body still covered in sweat, that seemed to me a pretty good idea. And I managed to get my erection to go down enough I could get to the pool with a modicum of dignity. Which is preferable to holding my towel across my front in a very obvious 'trying to hide something' way..

After my exertions with Laila, it was certainly refreshing; even if the pool water in this area seems to be lukewarm.

From day one, spending time in the water with the girls has never been about swimming. They tend to be all over me like a playful rash. It's more than hugging and kissing because some sort of game is involved; however inane in might be as a justification for some fairly intimate contact. And they expect me to provide the contact with them as much as they grope me.

I'm not complaining. Any male my age, asked to behave like that with two beautiful women would consider himself in some sort of young male heaven. But in the public sphere, things can be pushing the tolerance of others sometimes. Their bikinis are fairly flimsy and, giving the groping they get, their breasts can often be exposed. Their pants have a tendency to get pulled down over their thighs too; but at least that part of their bodies' anatomy usually remains under the surface until it is readjusted; except maybe a glimpse of bare butt as they swim away.

But the inevitable consequence is, I get an erection again; and if I don't the girls work harder to make sure I do. On the bright side, it makes it really hard for the girls to pants me. The speedos tend to get hooked up on my hard shaft. On the down side, if others are sharing the waters in a way that gives them a good view underwater, we can at least stop that part of the game that leaves exposed erogenous zones. But I can't make an erection disappear in an instant; so I'm left displaying one as the strangers swim past. Much to the amusement of the girls.

We'd been in, or hanging around the pool area, for about an hour and a half - Laila going upstairs to our room to collect some snacks and soft drinks - when Angelique, Cecile and a guy turned up and joined us. Evidently Annika had arranged this before we'd come down to the pool.

The guy -- James -- was introduced as Cecile's new boyfriend. One part of me was glad that was one less girl I had to -- for want of a better word -- service. And yet, in a way, I wished it might have been Angelique that had found herself a guy. Cecile's attitude to having sex with me was more relaxed than Angelique's. It seemed to me, she went along for the ride -- pun intended -- more or less because Angelique did.

Angelique on the other hand has a rapacious sexual appetite for me. Oh, she's gorgeous enough. I've always thought of her from the moment I saw her as being something of a doppelganger for Sydney Sweeney; an actress I had a major crush on since I saw her in Anyone But You. Now the crush for Sydney has dissipated somewhat since I've met Angelique, having seen photos of Sydney older, heavier and without makeup. But Angelique is Sydney at her peak and then some more.

Large, firm, still perky, breasts -- like really large -- on a really nice figure, a soft friendly face, really nice skin and beautiful long hair. And that's before you take in some more minor details like an incredibly erotically attractive mons and rather sexually provocative puffy nipples.

So why would I wish her away.

Because, way more than fucking Laila, fucking Angelique, however beautiful and inherently fuckable she might be, it just seems wrong.

I was 'lent' to her by the girls before my relationship with Annika really developed. A sort of polygamous arrangement to stop her from feeling sexually deprived when they joined us in our travels and Laila and, to a lesser extent, Annika were frustrating her with their loud and frequent sexual activities with me.

And while not objecting to that, it was the equivalent of pimping me out -- even if no cash was involved.

Anyway, James had brought some beers and the equivalent of something between a cheese platter and a anti-pasta, so we sat around enjoying the food and drinks; Annika, Angelique and I having a beer while the rest of the girls settled for soft drinks.

I suppose we'd been sitting around eating and chatting for about 45 minutes -- limited by Cecile and Angelique being limited to French -- which it turned out James could speak. Which sort of left me as the only one not fully participating. Then I noticed Angelique whisper something in Annika's ear.

Annika look up at me, before closing the gap and whispering in my ear...

"Angelique wonders if you might... well, you know."

"You know that's really up to you. If you want me to, I will. If you don't I won't. I feel very guilty in doing it."

"I know, and I understand that and I think you are wonderful because of it. And I suppose you know why I'm willing to say I'd prefer if you did; given she's been really good company for our trip."

"Annika, you know I'd do anything for you. Your wish is my command."

Annika looked over to Angelique and nodded. Angelique stood up, amply displaying her sexuality in the tiny, tie sided bikini she was wearing, and I signalled her to join me as I got up and headed in the direction of our rooms. I'm never really sure how to deal with Angelique in this situation. I mean, you'd think I might at least take the hand of a girl I was about to fuck; but somehow that seemed wrong, so we walked side by side. As we entered our rooms, I used my arm to guide Angelique towards the bedroom, following her in.

It was only then that things turned sexual. Angelique embraced me and rubbed her mons against the bulge of my cock in my swimmers. The result was almost instant and quite predictable; in that, since I was already primed by watching her alluring body as I walked alongside her, she got the erection she had been seeking.

When she felt me undo the string ties of her bikini top, she unsheathed my erection and put on it the condom which was a condition imposed by Annika -- very reasonably I think -- of having access to me. She knelt down -- now topless -- to pull my swimmers to the floor and took them off, playing with my cock as she knelt on the floor and making it surge as she teased it with her hand wrapped around it.

As she stood up, I tipped her onto the bed, somewhat dragging her across until we were fully positioned on it.

Quite intentionally, only then did I curl myself down to her hips to start pulling the strings on her bikini pants. As I mentioned, Angelique has quite a sexually provocative mons bulge with a crease that runs up half its vertical length. When she's wearing anything in the way of tight fitting pants, it tends to suck in whatever she's wearing. Not a full camel toe; more an alluring crease.

When she's wearing a narrow fronted bikini, it's even more provocative since, not only does it suck in the material, but the narrow front of her bikini pants isn't wide enough to fully cover her mons; leaving exposed flesh either side.

But before taking them off, I wanted to indulge in some visual and tactile pleasure which might also count as foreplay to her.

For the moment, visually captured by her mons, I ran my finger along the exposed flesh of her mons, edging the seam of her bikini pants, then continued that down through her crotch where the gusset of her pants wasn't wide enough to cover her pelvic floor. Crossing over her gusset, I ran my finger up the other side; discovering her aroused outer labia had escaped the confines of the gusset.

Then I slid my open palm sensuously across her bulging mons and repeated the circle. This time, as my fingers brushed against her swollen labia, it was clear both of us were getting some benefit from this game.

This time, as I slid my hand across her mons bulge, I stopped half way across and ran my finger lightly down through the fold in the material where it had got sucked into her crease; continuing all the way through to the length of her vulva. In the process, I felt her engorged clit and her receptive vaginal opening.

As I brought my hand up along her crease again, I pushed it in more firmly; taking a moment to circle her vaginal opening with my finger, pushing the taut gusset of her bikini pants shallowly into her vagina in the process, before moving further up and playing momentarily with her clit; eliciting from her a soft cooing. I continued the movement of my fingers back up to the front of her mons bulge, the deeper penetration of my finger now leaving a very pronounced camel toe in her bikini.

Lifting my head, I took a moment to enjoy the visual results of my playing with her; a deep, wide, camel toe through her mons and a wet gusset plastered to the floor of her vulva, her outer labia sitting outside the leg seam.

It was time to get more serious.

Slowly, teasingly, I first pulled the string side tie of her bikini pants next to me; watching as the previously taut material retracted provocatively across her mons. Then I pulled the other side tie and pulled her pants from under her.

Straightening out my body again, I brought my head up next to her breasts as I started fingering her very moist clit.

As a guy who prefers skinny women, I have been somewhat deprived of the joy of dealing with breasts which, if not humongous, are at least very large. Lets say DD and bigger, because beyond that I don't know how to rate them. I mean, Annika's C cups are delightful and impressive on her slender figure. Angelique's are in a whole new class. They are plump and firm and sit beautifully on her chest, whether she's standing or laying down. I would guess they are bigger than DD, but not so big as to look unbalanced or out of place on Angelique's lovely figure.

And like her mons bulge, there's a special treat of her puffy areola on which sit her rather long -- when teased up hard -- and thick nipples.

Nipples which I proceeded to suck and flick my tongue against. Angelique can be given nipple orgasms, so playing with them as I finger her will move things along quite nicely.

Angelique was soon moaning. She's not quite a screamer like Laila, but she vocalises her arousal loudly enough.

With her well worked up, I digitally penetrated her vagina with, first two, and then three fingers, looking to stimulate her g spot, while still fingering her clit with my thumb.

Why was I fingering her when I was invited to fuck her?

Well, firstly, it was going to end in a fuck. Angelique would feel deprived if it didn't. But my conscience was still torn about my sexual engagement with Angelique. By fingering her to an orgasm first, the fucking part of it would be shortened somewhat.

And since, if my relationship with Annika goes the way I hope it will, Angelique will be the only big busted woman I'll ever have sex with. Fingering her gives me a chance to enjoy aspects that just jumping aboard and fucking her denys me.

And one of those is motor boating her. In a way, it's silly. And I certainly don't see it as stimulating Angelique all that much -- if at all. But mid way, I couldn't help myself from motor boating her breasts as I switched my attention from one to the other. At least it caused Angelique to giggle between moans.

It wasn't long before I could feel Angelique's thighs and hips quivering with pent up arousal. Her moans, louder, were starting to merge from individual moans to a sort of a single rolling, machine-gun moan, broken only by her need to breath in occasionally.

Since I had my head over her chest, but nothing pinning her hips, as she came, she threw them up almost violently, swaying them from side to side as she pinned my head firmly against her breast and continued to moan loudly. I'd managed to keep my fingers in her as she threw up her hips, so I kept stimulating her to extend her orgasm; at least until, as the most powerful stage of her orgasm started to settle, she pulled them out.

She was still in the throes of her orgasm when she rolled herself on top of me and penetrated herself on my erection. In a way, she beat me to it. Having given her an orgasm, I had intended to mount her and finish the job as quickly as possible.

Instead I found myself fulfilling her desire for a second climax.

That's not to say I didn't enjoy it. As she worked her clit against my pubis, using small motions to thrust gently in and out in the reverse missionary position, her breasts hung suspended over me, their size seemingly greatly enlarged as gravity grew them longer while they rocked back and forwards with her thrusts.

I lifted my head -- not very far given how deeply they extended -- to suck her right breast while tweaking the nipple of her left breast with my hand. To offer a bit of change, I lifted my hands up to bring them as close together as their firm flesh would permit, as swung my mouth from nipple to nipple, like a kids trying to eat two melting ice-creams at the one time. I even took a moment to motor boat them.

Already highly sexually aroused, Angelique didn't take long to work up to a second orgasm; her moans somewhat louder than was the case with the first one. I wasn't going to risk a third round. Unless the girl is really trying to get that result, I rarely find the reverse missionary position will bring me to an orgasm.

Her contractions were still bearing down on my shaft when I rolled myself on top of her, leaving her flat on her back.

As I started thrusting, Angelique's grip on me was only light. But I wanted to cum and bring this to a conclusion, rather than make it an extended orgasmic game. Using the trick I usually use with Laila when she gets too frisky, I changed the angle to rub the front base of my shaft firmly against the hard pelvic floor of her vaginal entrance.

It didn't change Angelique's grip, but it certainly changed my level of stimulation. After about six thrusts I was groaning in rapture as my shaft pulsed with climatic pleasure.

I gave her some time, kissing and cuddling, but as my erection started to subside, I withdrew. And sat up on the bed. Since that left my back to her, she arched across the bed, to wrap her arms around my lower torso, her hands resting against my still firm half erection...

"That was nice. Really nice. Thank you."

I couldn't ignore her in those circumstances. I turned and kissed her on the lips...

"It was my pleasure. It was nice for me too."

I passed her up the parts of her bikini, which had ended up on the floor; picking up my swimmers too and, after peeling off the condom, putting them on as I sat there...

"OK, I think we should go down and join the others."

I stood up facing her; a substantial bulge still in my swimmers, as I watcher her dress. Then offered her a hand to help her off the bed. The bulge I decided I could deal with, thinking it would quickly subside. It didn't. Fortunately I didn't pas any strangers on the way back to the pool, but it was still on display when we joined the others; Annika and Laila taking a special visual interest in it.

Rather than stand there being gazed at, I announced...

"I think I might go for a swim."... diving in before anyone responded.

Standing right behind me, Angelique followed. As I came to the surface, I sort of ignored Angelique; not in a rude way, but just placed myself so were weren't close to each other. Instead I watched as Annika stood up and dived in my direction.

She surfaced right in front of me. As she surfaced and stood in front of me, one hand went under the water and cupped the bulge in my swimmers; inevitably turning it into a projecting rod...

"So, you must have enjoyed that."

"What makes you say that?"

"The residue of your erection."

"That's a bit tough. Yes, sex with all the nice women you put in front of me is enjoyable. But actually I withdrew as quickly as I could and got down here as fast as was polite. Because the only sex I really aspire to is sex with you."

"I know that's the case. I shouldn't have teased you. You are only doing what I have asked you to do and I appreciate that. I'm looking forward to the time I have you all to myself."

"So do I."

Annika lent in and kissed me. When she'd teased up my cock again, it was caught in the wet, taut material of my swim briefs; causing it to project straight out horizontal, rather than upward. As Annika came in close, she'd straddled it with her upper thigns.

Now it was pushed against her crease and as she stuck her tongue down my throat, I could feel her rocking her clit in the end of it.

She talked into my mouth as she continued to kiss me...

"Hmmm. That feels nice."

For me, that was yes and no. I love any opportunity to get intimate with Annika. But what she was doing made it really hard and full and the sensation of her rubbing the edge of the bell as she rocked on it did feel good; but it was fighting the material of my swimmers in a vary uncomfortable way. Like someone was trying to push my horizontal erection back through my pubis, or shear the thing off completely.

It was lucky we were in deep enough water -- up to our chest - that the back and forward movement of Annika's crotch wasn't making little wavelets revealing what she was doing. Because what I thought would be a brief peck of a kiss was turning into something more prolonged. So we could get away with looking like a couple merely engaged in a PDA.

The reason for that became more obvious as Annika's breathing got heavier.

Her kissing got more intense until she blew a suppressed moan into my mouth as her rocking became more intense to drag out her orgasm. I couldn't help but observe...

"That was pretty quick."

"Knowing you were up fucking Angelique, I was well and truly randy before I started."

She stepped back, looking down into the water at my projecting manhood and grinned...

"You might have to swim that off. Or would you like me to trigger it into an ejaculative deflation."

She raised her eyebrows, pleased with herself at her made up description of bringing me to a climax as a way of deflating my arousal. The fact was she'd been rubbing on quite a sensitive spot on my shaft, just under the bell. She'd actually stimulated it quite a lot to the point I thought I was going to come.

But I know from experience that ejaculated sperm and lycra swimmers don't go well together in water. The sperm have a tendency to break down the fabric.

"I'll swim it off thank you."

She gave me a mock disappointing look, but wasn't wrong about otherwise needing to swim it off. There was no way I could get out of the pool in my current state; at least not while others were within visual range. Annika leaned against the pool wall while I did several laps until I was at least half decent again.

When we were all collected back poolside again, there was a discussion about dinner. The French girls wanted to get takeaway, whereas Annika and Laila wanted to go out somewhere nice. It may not have been obvious to the others, but it was clear to me they wanted to wear their figure displaying dresses again. I obviously had to side with the Swedish girls.

The French girls (and the new boyfriend) conceded without too much of an argument, or any obvious sign they'd been forced into something they didn't want; so we all retreated to our residences to prepare.

When we collected at the restaurant. Annika and Laila had on their erection provoking, body hugging, cleavage displaying dresses, with me the daggy element of our group who couldn't do any better than tailored shorts and a buttoned up, collared shirt. Cecile and her partner were in jeans and a t shirt. Angelique had her own take on a dress; an ultra mini in a floaty fabric, flared below her hips in a way that showed everything in the slightest breeze or sitting angle, with a drawn in bodice that flared out again at her breasts, leaving them all but falling out. It might have been quite a sight with a fancy bra on display. But what was actually on display was a pair of breasts.

It was a very pleasant evening; with much merriment and good vibes, even if I couldn't understand the French that dominated the conversation -- with Annika translating for me when necessary. Laila, still a bit in the throes of getting over her hangover, took it very easy on the drinks; although with us all hitting the road again tomorrow, no one overdid it.

Both Cecile's boyfriend and I had a night of gazing at breast displays. I could see he was as distracted as I was. Personally I think the Swedish girls' cleavage display was much more classy that Angeliques open breast display, but that wasn't to say hers wasn't a rich eye-candy; especially with those puffy areola of hers.

I was somewhat relieved by Laila not demanding sex when we got home. I suspected the handover was still loitering in her body. It made me wonder if I should try and get her falling-over drunk more often.

That meant Annika and I had the night to ourselves in our own room. A very special treat on this trip.

One might think that would be taken as an opportunity for wild, passionate sex. Well, it was an opportunity for sex, but not that sort of sex.

Annika and I have developed a sort of sex where I penetrate her, often as we lay on our sides facing each other, and then we spend time embracing each other, completely intertwined so as much of our naked flesh as possible is against the naked flesh of the other, caressing each other, even just talking. We'll occasionally do a little bit of thrusting to keep every thing hard and hot, but its momentary before we edge back into enjoying just the intense intimacy of the moment.

I might suck her breast -- and I'll certainly be tweaking her nipples as part of my caressing of her -- I might even finger her clit a bit. It's harder for her to 'caress' my erogenous zone, since its mainly already inside her; but she might rock the base of my shaft against her pelvic floor muscle to give it a bit of stimulation.

It's beautiful, but in the process, something builds inside you. A desire maybe, a sort of randiness, a passion. There come a moment the desire overwhelms you; a desire to bring your partner to an orgasm and have one yourself.

Sometimes that can be subtle; little more than me fingering her while sucking her breasts -- but this time to a climax -- and she in return gripping my shaft tightly and rubbing her pelvic floor muscle firmly against the bottom part of my shaft.

Other times it can unleash a more passionate, athletic form of sex. You might call it wild, but that might suggest uncontrolled; which this is not. It's very much directed at a loving desire to give great pleasure to your partner.

On this night, in a rare moment of privacy, it morphed into the latter. It started as a restlessness displayed by Annika; an obvious need for more sexual stimulation. She rolled me, from our side to side position, to on top of her. I was tempted to roll her in turn into a cowgirl or reverse missionary position, giving her more control. But I knew Annika well enough to know that, if that is what she wanted, she would have put herself there.

She wanted something more caring, more loving; one where I looked after her an gave her what she wanted.

I could have put a pillow under her bottom and, raked my thrusting erection against her g spot. But that separates our bodies, and again, if that is what Annika wanted she would have reached for it to bring it close to us so I could put it under her.

Instead, I withdrew my erection just enough to give me a reasonable access for my fingers to reach her clit and my mouth to comfortably cover her breast and slowly fingered her and sucked and licked her nipples, while staying as intertwined with her body as possible. She was quickly moaning in pleasure; holding my head to her breast and encouraging me to do what I will to her nipples.

I would momentarily surge my half buried erection and thrust it in and out a bit, hoping the bell of my erection, swollen and pressed up against the front of her vagina by my surging and positioned as it was, might rub against her g spot.

There is something special about feeling up her wet clit with my finger; something the mere thrusting of an erection misses out on. The nerves in your fingers are much more sensitive and convey a much more intimate sense of providing pleasure to her; especially as her moans and breathing tell you you are succeeding in your intent.

The build up, that long period of caressing and kissing, the building of desire, primes you for a powerful climax. When Annika's came, it was a monster. I've never heard her cry out as loudly, nor felt such a powerful throw of her hips; one that lifted us both off the bed and had us both swinging from side to side.

Fairly quickly Annika pulled my bottom up, indicating I should go back to full penetration, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately as I felt her contractions pummel my shaft. We hugged and kissed for quite a while before I felt Annika start to rub her vaginal opening firmly against the bottom of my shaft, while gripping me tightly.

So our bodies were still completely intertwined, our arms tightly around each other and just one part of Annika's body was the only movement between us; her hips moving back and forwards just enough to very firmly rub the base of my erection. I didn't know that part of my shaft could be that sensitive until my relationship with Annika. Now I was seeing just how sensitive it was.

I might be a bit of a groaner when I'm putting a whole lot of effort into fucking one of the girls, but the groans the shear pleasure of what Annika was doing to me was in a whole new universe. We've had sex like this before, but for some reason -- maybe a final chance at privacy -- this was at a new level. When it broke, my orgasm went on and on; wave after wave of really intense pulses, leaving me loudly groaning trying to jerk my shaft into a vagina it was already fully pushed into.

Annika just lay there, almost still under me, taking whatever movements my orgasm pushed me to, her arm wrapped around my neck in an almost stranglehold. It was only after we'd finished that I found out she'd cum again in response to my climax -- something she seems to regularly do these days. But I was too overwhelmed by mine to have even noticed.

When I was finished, I rolled off to the side, letting Annika unleash upon me the passion brought on by her orgasms; once again caressing and kissing me as she rubbed her mons against my pubis and the base of the hard shaft that still filled her vagina.

As her passions subsided, we unwound our twisted limbs and separated our bodies slightly; well, except for my erection which still plugged her. I contemplated leaving it there. After all, we've slept some nights with me penetrated in her before; with some interesting outcomes. It seems by the time whatever erection fucked her subsides, my night erection is primed to take over, so it sort of stays where it was left.

But I felt the need to be able to roll over tonight, so I withdrew it. Annika asked...

"You don't want to leave it in?"

"I thought we might sleep better if I didn't."

"Your call, but it's there if you want it."

As it turned out, I slept soundly through the night; so it wasn't an invitation I had a chance to catch up on; at least until the morning.