The Outback Road Trip Ch. 13

I'd been laying awake facing Annika's naked body since dawn.

It was, as it always is, a sight that can drive a man's libido to total frustration. She lay right next to me, way over on my side of the Queen bed, where I'd given her a final kiss goodnight after we'd had a lovely fucking session.

There's always a certain elegance to Annika's sleeping posture. She lays on her back, her arms by her side, almost as if she was to offer the most perfect display of her gorgeous body. Her face, has this wonderful expression of relaxed beauty, her blonde hair cascading off each side. Her breasts rise up out of her chest in the most erotic way; teasing me with their sexual perfection marking the point from which her torso extends firm and shapely down to her mons.

I'd woken with a morning glory, on my side, facing her. Whether the boner that I needed to periodically surge to somehow control the urge to wake Annika so I could fuck her was still a morning glory or a rampant arousal at the sight of her ceased to matter. It was starting to completely control my thought process.

I decided it was time to get up.

I wanted Annika to have her sleep. There'd be a morning fuck soon enough. There almost always is. Laying there frustrating myself wasn't going to make it happen any faster.

I rolled facing the other side, eased my feet to the ground and sat upright on the side of the bed. Reaching over to the bedside table I picked up the pair of speedo style swim briefs that was likely to be the major part of my clothing for the day; in much the same way the girls would be in bikinis.

Sliding them up my feet, I hooked the front of it over my erection, then stood up to pull the back of it over my bum. But doing it that way drags my erection down to a horizontal position; a giant Pinocchio nose, tightly sheathed in the spandex of my swim briefs, the legs seams stretched out in a way that lets my balls dangle out to each side.

That way of putting it on in the morning is an old habit. Practically speaking, it's a way of avoiding hoping around on the floor while I try and guide a foot into the small confines of the briefs, but it also provides a momentary bit of sexual stimulation provided by the tight sheathing of the erection by the stretchy material of the briefs.

If I have the house to myself -- or like now, my partner or house mates are still in bed -- I'll walk like that out to the kitchen to get my breakfast; using it to close draws or even rest the milk bottle on. And, yes, I have been know to wrap my hand around it and give it a few jerks.

I hadn't heard Laila being up yet, so felt no need to reposition it. I was going to walk the Pinocchio nose out to the living area of the motel rooms we were in.

But Annika looked so sweet laying there I just felt myself compelled to bend over and give her a light kiss on her forehead before I left the room. Very light. Light enough not to wake her.

I slowly and carefully bent over the bed, a single hand on the edge of it making sure I didn't fall forward on her. As my puckered lips made contact with her forehead I felt a hand wrap itself around my sheathed, projecting erection and tug it forward.

Annika's eyes opened and she gave me a smile as her hand pulled my erection and the body it was attached to onto the bed and her other hand wrapped itself around the back of my head.

I surrendered to her tug, following her lead as my head was directed to her breasts and my sheathed shaft was pushed between her thighs as she twisted her lower body in my direction. But the positioning of my erection was only momentary. Where she put my head was the real indicator of the sex she had in mind; what you might call 'finger and fuck.'

Annika's breasts are incredibly sensitive to stimulation; enough to give her an orgasm by themselves, so being directed to them like she just did is usually an indication I should bring her to a climax by fingering her while I suck her nipples. Then I fuck her; not having to worry about giving her an orgasm as I find mine.

It has become what Annika has come to call, in her adaption to Australian lingo, one of our 'quickie' forms of sex.

As she flattened out her lower torso again, but still with her holding my shaft, I started sucking her left nipple -- the one closest to me. Then I gently and slowly slid my fingers through her crease. It was open, but pretty dry, so I caressed her lower stomach between her navel and mons and softly ran my hand across the top of her labia to provide some foreplay to moisten up her clit.

After a short while, I tested her crease again. Her vagina was open, her clit firm and her vulva sufficiently moistened that I felt it appropriate to stimulate her clit. Annika hummed as I started to play with it.

There is a reason this fingering and sucking comes within the realm of our 'quickies.' With Annika's nipples providing so much additional stimulation, she tends to come to an orgasm fairly quickly, and so it was that morning.

She threw her hips up, clamped my head to her breast with one hand and my hand against her clit with the other as she rocked from side to side and groaned somewhat loudly.

She was still climaxing as she unsheathed my erection with the hand that had hand pinned mine against her clit and, with some degree of urgency directed my erection into her vagina; something that required me to climb on top of her.

I could feel her contractions as I easily penetrated a vagina that was open and primed for my shaft's presence. As far as I could work things out, when my erection is hurriedly pushed into either Annika's or Laila's vagina as they are climaxing, it is because they want my erection there, rather than because they want me to immediately start pounding them. As if they want a shaft their contractions can bear down on; but that is just my guess.

I pushed my erection deeply into Annika and held it still there while hugging her, giving her time for any oxytocin generated by her climax to be directed towards our merged bodies. Annika hugged me tightly as she pushed her hips against mine and ground her pubis against the base of my shaft, twisting it around inside her; making a very soft sort of moaning noise, confirming she was finding pleasure in what she was doing.

After a short while, her hands on my bum gave me the signal to seek my own climax; pushing me down and then up indicating I should start thrusting.

With the first withdrawal and thrust, I felt her put a medium grip on my shaft; confirming this was meant to be a quickie.

I raised my upper body on outstretched hands, letting me look down at her beautiful face and erotically gorgeous breasts. With a big smile on her face, and knowing its effect on me, Annika grossly exaggerated the rag dolling effect of my thrusts, making her breasts provocatively wobble.

It certainly increased the pleasure of my experience.

Annika is pretty good at interpreting my grunts when I'm over her like that; how much is effort and how much is arousal and how likely I am to cum quickly. If I'm taking to long, she'll tighten her grip. But nor does she want me to go off too quickly. If my grunts are ahead of where she wants to be, she'll release her grip for a while.

In this case -- maybe because it was the morning and it might have been a long lasting night time arousal I was fucking her with -- she correctly read that I was going to go rather too quickly. So suddenly I found I was thrusting against almost no grip. She let that run for a minute or two before reapplying a grip, a bit softer than the one before.

All the while, her grin was telling me she was absolutely enjoying playing me like she was.

With her softer grip reapplied, the build up to my climax started again. Not as quickly as before, but it was certainly going there.

It was a pretty good one when it came; leaving me, as I usually do, groaning loudly into the pillow next to Annika's head, adding a few more thrusts from time to time to extend my climax and finishing with the jerking final mini thrusts that somehow leave me with a quivering finale to my orgasm.

Annika waited until I was still and silent, still laying on top of her...

"That seemed like a good one for a quickie."

"They always are with you."

She pondered for a moment...

"Yes, I can't think of one where you didn't put on a show for your climax and nearly deafen me. Does that mean your cock won't go down?"

"Probably not very quickly. It always wants to linger when I make love to you."

"So, we were making love, not just fucking each other?"

"I prefer to think of it that way."

"That's unusual for a guy isn't it?"

"I think you're being to harsh on guys."

"Maybe bad examples in the past. Speaking of which, I had a talk with Cecile about her new boyfriend in the ladies room last night.

She's a bit paranoid about him finding Angelique more attractive and going for her instead; even though she was with Angelique when they met and he clearly went for her.

Anyway, she's basically told him he can have as much sex as he wants; anywhere any time to try and keep him focused on her. She's been fucked by him five times in the last 48 hours, so he seems quite keen.

The good news is that his cock is shorter than yours so it doesn't bang against her cervix when he gets over keen about fucking her. The bad news is she can't get the cervical orgasms from him that you evidently gave her. Indeed, she said hes not nearly as good a lover as you were; so there's a nice compliment for you.

The other bad news is Angelique is getting quite frustrated having to watch all this. Cecile wondered if Angelique might be given more access to you."

I took a moment to ponder Annika's last comment before Annika added...

"So what do you think about fucking Angelique more often?"

"I think the real question is what do you think?"

Knowing we've been around this circle before, I thought I'd lay my cards directly on the table...

"Look, Angelique is a beautiful woman and a great fuck. But every time I have to make love to her I feel this terrible sense of guilt which spoils it. I am by nature a monogamous guy. I love you and, however much fun it might be to fuck Angelique, it is you my body desires. I mean it's strange enough I'm having sex with someone up to five or more time every day. I've almost got used to that; it's not the issue. It is really is just the fact that doing the right thing by you overwhelms every other desire I might have."

Annika gave me a broad smile..

"I know, and I understand and let me say, in any other situation I'd expect you to be completely monogamous and that applies to me too. But our relationship bonded after the sharing of you had started. It just feels wrong me charging in, taking full possession of you and telling the others to fuck off and stay away from you. And you know, it is a sign that I completely trust you that I don't even feel jealous when you're fucking one of the others. And trusting you doesn't mean you're not allowed to enjoy the sex with them. Enjoy it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. But in the end, remember you belong to me as much as I belong to you. We're the team and, I suppose, the team gets first priority."

Annika paused for any reaction from me, but I had none to offer. So she added...

"I'm thinking we might let Angelique have you every second day. And, if she's sitting on your lap, or just getting handsie like she does, you're allowed to finger her or otherwise play with her whatever day it is -- assuming that's what she wants. Of course, if I want you, then I get priority. What do you think?"

"You are a remarkably kind, generous and understanding woman. I don't think there's any other woman in the world how would think like that. But if that is what you want, then so be it. But recognise I'm forever yours and yours alone. If you decide to change the rules to something less intimate with her, you only have to tell me."

Through all of this, Id been laying on top of Annika, trying to take some of my weight off her as a very hard erection still loitered inside her. Annika asked...

"Is that a new erection or the one you fucked me with?"

Since I thought it had momentarily softened a bit before the intensity of my conversation with Annika fully aroused me again, I replied...

"I'm pretty sure it's a new one."

"Then fuck me with it. Nothing fancy just... what do you guys call it... blow your load."

Compliant to Annika's instruction, I lifted my upper torso on my straightened arms and made a first gentle thrust. Annika's grip was fairly tight. She meant this to be a quick one too.

I kept thrusting; every one of them sending messages of erotic bliss to my brain as my shaft wallowed in the pleasure her vagina was giving me. Had I not just finished fucking her the first time, it felt as though I would have climaxed before I got ten thrusts in; it was that nice. But I seemed to have got a little more resilience from our recent engagement. So I found myself thrusting while my erection was building the sort of rapture that makes you feel like the whole thing is going to explode and tear itself to pieces; and grunting louder and louder as I felt it.

I took my eyes off Annika's breasts for a moment to look up and see her staring at me with the sort of smile that isn't so much intended to warm your heart as to tell you her plan for you is coming to fulfilment; almost evil in its intent, if exploding your boyfriends cock inside you is evil.

But my resilience was limited, particularly given how fantastic it felt. I'd slowed the thrusts down, but it still only let me get to about twenty before the first pulsing rush of my climax filled my shaft and I cried out...

"OH GOD... AAAAARRRRRRRRRRR... AAAARRRRRRRRRR..."

Collapsing on her and, as I do, burying my head in the pillow next to her head and turning it away, I continued to loudly groan through a most incredible climax.

Overwhelmed by my own climax, it took me a moment to realise Annika was climaxing too; something she's started to have happen nearly every time I climax, for reasons and in ways she can't explain -- other than to say women's climaxes are generated by the brain, not the groin - but certainly isn't complaining about.

I sensed her pushing her hips up against mine and grinding it, but completely immersed in the effects of my climax and finding myself flooded in oxytocin and other love hormones, I wrapped my arms around Annika and rolled us over, putting her on top, letting my hands caress her whole gorgeous body as I gently bit her neck; only the fear of morning breath stopping me from thrusting my tongue down her throat.

"As much as I like keeping you in me, were hitting the road soon and we need to have breakfast and maybe look after Laila."

Looking after Laila meant giving her a fuck. She has actually been quite good about acknowledging my relationship with Annika. After all, our time in Broome has been the first time Annika and I have had a room to ourselves. But acknowledging, and being deprived of the sex I was originally brought along for, are two different things. Annika is right, Laila will be wanting to slip a fuck into our preparations for hitting the road again.

I withdrew a still hard erection from Annika and as I did she slipped the front of my swim briefs from under my balls, where she'd tucked it, to over my erection. I was about to get off her as she added...

"Hang on a second."

She stuck her hand down the front of my swimmers and pushed my erection to the horizontal, Pinocchio nose display again...

"Laila will like that."

I got off the bed and watched as Annika got up and dressed herself in nothing more than a bikini bottom; and not much of one at that. My first objective was to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth to get rid of an morning breath and have a pee; the latter not made any easier by have the best part of an erection limiting the firing angle of my penis..

Having glimpsed Laila, also in nothing more than a bikini bottom, in the kitchen part of the room as I charged towards the bathroom, I readjusted the lay of my shaft to the position Annika had put it in, before entering the living room again.

As I exited the bathroom, Annika entered it, leaving me alone with Laila.

Laila's eyes fixated on the erection in my swimmers...

"I hope that means you're glad to see me."

I decided to play nice, so with a smile, I replied...

"I'm always glad to see you Laila."

Laila approached me, took me by the hand and led me into her room. Laying on the bed, she signalled for me to join her. As I laid on the bed next to her, she wrapped her arm around my neck, drew my mouth in to kiss it, while turning her body to take my projecting erection between her thighs.

I caressed her breasts and teased up her nipples as she squirmed against me in a passionate kiss. In the process she pushed her vulva firmly against my projecting erection. As she became more aroused, I could feel her locating the tip of my erection on her clit, before she rocked back and forwards as we kissed, playing it against her clit.

If there'd been any doubt about whether the erection was a residual of my fucking of Annika or a new one for Laila, the issue was brought beyond doubt as I felt it swell to a new hardness. Laila must have felt it because it seemed to cause her to rock against it with additional pressure. I could feel the moistness of her vulva penetrate though both her swimmers and mine to register on the sensitive tip of my erection; more so when, while rocking, she caused the tip to momentarily lodge itself in her vaginal opening.

It was a bit unusual for Laila to take the approach she had that morning. At least when we're in a bedroom, she's more of a strip and fuck person, getting down to it quickly, rather than one who will leave clothing on -- even if it is only swimmer bottoms.

I slid my hand down along her flank with the intention to pull the bow of string side of her bikini pants. But sensing what I had in mind, she intercepted my hand with hers and lifted it back up to her breast.

Instead she kept stimulating herself on the tip of my erection until I felt her thighs quivering against mine as her breathing became more intense and moans were blown into my mouth as she kept kissing me.

Suddenly her thighs clamped themselves around my erection where it projected between her legs as the louder groans of her orgasm took the place of the more subtle ones of the buildup.

All of this was a bit unusual for Laila. Normally she's a lot nosier and dynamic in our sex. She kept squeezing my erection between her legs until she commented with a smug grin...

"Well, that was a nice bit of foreplay. Now you can strip me and fuck me. But you have to strip me with your teeth and then let me do the same to you."

Well, taking her bikini off with my teeth, when its it held on by bows on either side, would be pretty easy. I suspected she'd have a lot more trouble dealing with the Pinocchio nose erection I had in my swimmers.

I eased myself down her body, still tweaking her nipples as I applied my teeth to the string tie of her pants on my side and pulled the bow. The previously taut front of her pants retracted across her mons, exposing it. Then I lent over her and pulled the bow on the other side. With the pants now loose, I took the centre of the waistband between my teeth and tugged at it. Laila lifted her hips to let me pull it out from under her; although, with the thong style bottoms she was wearing, that was barely necessary.

As soon as I had them off, she instructed me...

"Lie on your back and I'll take yours off too."

I did as I was told. Laila straddled herself over me in a 69 position.

The first thing she did was take the top half of my projecting erection into her mouth, stretched spandex and all, sliding her lips down it, wetting and compressing my swimmers against my hard shaft as I felt her saliva penetrate and wet the thin material.

I let out a little groan of pleasure and involuntarily surged my erection as she did that, which encouraged her to slide up and down it a few more times.

With her crease right over me, I felt this had to be a two way thing. So wrapping my arms around the her bottom, I lifted my head to let me flick my tongue against what was already her very wet clit. She acknowledged my action with a little moan and a hum of her own.

But Laila had no intention of bringing me to a climax that way. After about four strokes, I felt her slide her tongue under the waist band of my swimmers, to let her get her lower teeth under it. Since the waist tie wasn't done up, and indeed was quite loose after Annika had tucked it under my balls as I fucked her, she initially she had little trouble in lifting it off my stomach.

But, while I couldn't see anything because at that stage I was staring straight into her vagina, I quickly sensed she wasn't able to stretch it far enough up to get it over my projecting erection. There was an acute pressure of waistband on my back and her nose kept brushing against the erection she was trying to get it over. Indeed, the brushing caused me to surge it, which resulted in it ending up in her eye socket at least once.

I could feel her trying to force my swimmers off by effectively flattening my erection down between my legs and using sheer force. I even lifted my bottom for her to facilitate that. But it just wasn't working for her. As brief as my swimmers were, they were more than the tiny little pieces of material that constituted the girls bikinis and the stretchy material had ways of frustrating her efforts.

Thinking she might have felt obliged to strip me that way, I took a momentary break from licking her clit to ask...

"Would you like to just take them off with you hands?"

"Fuck no. I'm enjoying the challenge and playing with it. Keep licking my clit."

She gave up on the mere force approach and the next thing I felt was her taking bites of the material between the tip of my projecting erection and the waist band, stretching the material up and progressively releasing my erection to return to its more normal position against my stomach. It took four goes to get there, but she fairly quickly achieved that part of her objective.

Now she just had to get a good teeth grip on the waistband in the vicinity of where my erection was. Which had the slight problem that y erection now, still sheathed in the stretchy material, projected a couple of inches above the waistband.

I could feel her sliding her tongue under where my erection rested against my stomach, trying to collect the waistband and bring it out from under. Boy could I feel it as she rubbed her tongue against my shaft. That too induced me to surge it, but in the process it lifted it up from my stomach just enough to let her get her nose under my erection and lift it up a bit.

With a bit more licking of my shaft -- including against the flesh of it as she got her tongue under the waistband, she had the waistband between her teeth. Now she could pretty easily pull the waistband over my erection and release it from its entrapment.

I lifted my hips to let her pull it down my legs, but the timing was -- unfortunate is too harsh a word. I'd still been licking her clit, and it was at that moment, she was distracted by an orgasm. She'd been moaning enough as she tried to strip me, but it had given me little guidance as to how far along she way she was.

She froze, moaning a bit more loudly, with my erection released, but my swimmers still no lower than under my balls. Everything stood still while she had her orgasm,, extended somewhat by me continuing to lick her.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, she went about taking my swimmers off with it between her teeth with a renewed vigour. But she was not satisfied with just crawling down my legs as she did it. Instead, she dropped her chest lower, picking up the freed erection which was hovering above my stomach, first with her shoulder, then with her right breast and bent it 180 degrees down, to instead be between my legs.

When you've got a really hard erection -- and her games had certainly made it that -- it's not the most comfortable place for it; even if the act of getting it there had a degree of stimulation to it.

As she continued down my legs, she kept the erection in place with her torso; commando crawling, instead of being on hands and knees. By the time she got my swimmer off my feet, the tip of my shaft was pushing firmly against her mons.

Once she'd disposed of my swimmers, she lifted her hips just enough to let her wrap her hand around my shaft, then moved down my legs just enough to penetrate herself with it. As she pushed back, my erection deeply penetrated her, leaving her torso laying along my legs, with my manhood bent double and pushing very firmly against the back of her vaginal wall as it sought to unbend itself into a more comfortable position.

She bent her head back to give me a cheeky grin, trusting it in and out of herself a few times...

"How do you like that?"

"It's a bit bent."

"Not doing much for me either, but I thought I would try it."

I thought 'thank goodness for that.' If she started going crazy on me in that position, she's likely break my cock. Spreading her legs either side of my hips, Laila eased herself into a reverse cowgirl position.

For me, that wasn't much better. Yes, some of the pressure on my cock was released, but again, Laila's tendency to crazy sex still left me vulnerable.

Having achieved that without losing penetration, she did a few tentative thrusts in that position too.

'No. Still not working for me."

She lifted herself up, turned around, and re-penetrated herself in the normal cowgirl position. Brushing her hand across my chest as she sat there, she observed...

"That's better. I can lust over your body and I can already feel your erection putting pressure on my g spot."

But instead of starting to madly bounce up and down on me, she just sat there, caressing my chest and occasionally bending down to kiss my nipples. After a while, she looked up at me...

"You know, I think I would like rolling, bear hug sex."

"What's that?"

"I'll show you."

Laila laid down on top of me, putting one hand around my neck to capture me and using the other to caress my flank and back while bringing her left leg between mine and intertwining it around my right leg. I well recognised this as essentially the sort of sex Annika and I have, even if we've never put a name to it. Instinctively, I embraced her in return pushing my erection as firmly into her as I could.

She started a sort of rolling motion of her hips which pulled my erection out of her a short distance and felt as though she was dragging the bottom of my shaft through her crease and against her clit. With next to no grip on me, it felt nice without stirring me up to much. I couldn't work out why my erection didn't feel bent as she did that. Like it so often does when I'm having this sort of sex with Annika, it almost felt like her vagina had realigned itself at an angle sloping backwards; but who am I to work out the anatomy of a woman.

Then Laila changed the rules...

"Now we start wrestling to be on top. But you have to let me win half the time."

I could sort of see the fun in that. I tired to roll her over, but found she was resisting; making me try a bit harder; while she continued the short thrust my shaft along her crease.

I managed to at least get her on her side and half on her back, letting me add a little more spice to the game by curving my torso enough to let me comfortably suck her nipple. But that also opened a gap between my pubis and her crease that let me get my fingers in there, even though I was deeply penetrated.

Laila moaned a bit as I started fingering her clit. I knew it wasn't quite what you would call bear hug sex, but it was a lot more effective in stimulating Laila. She put up a small resistance to my breech of the rules of her game, but quickly surrendered as her body reacted to my stimulation of her.

I did so without guilt. I knew Laila and her sexual responses well enough by now that once she's really worked up, and preferably had her first orgasm, she's much more responsive to other stimulation. We might not have known the name of it, but when Annika and I have bear hug sex, the orgasms are almost the least important part of it -- even if they are fantastic when they eventually come. Instead it is about prolonged -- very prolonged - periods of extreme intimacy. Unless she's completely changed her personality overnight, that's not Laila's modus operandi. So I could justify this as being in her interests.

Besides which, I love sucking her breasts and fingering her.

Laila completely lost her interest in the rolling game, or even bear hugging, as her legs began to quiver as she approached her orgasm, somewhat noisily as she usually is.

As she came, I took my fingers away, straightened out my body into the bear hug again and started the short thrusting of my shaft through her crease again; trying to emulate the dragging of my shaft across her clit which I assumed she was doing before. It must have been effective because it certainly extended her orgasm.

Indeed, long enough that I thought I would change position. I rolled on top of her; mainly because it really let me deeply penetrate her in a way I was finding difficult with us on our sides. The sort of deep penetration that has your pubis so firmly pushed against her that it's almost like you're pushing your balls up her too; even if that is a slight exaggeration.

That let me continue the short, slow, deep thrusting, but now I had enough control to circle the base of my shaft within her crease, adding to the stimulation a mere back and forwards movement could achieve.

Plus I could lift my chest off hers just enough to circle it and move it from side to side in a way that brushed her hard nipples across my chest while letting me look down between us and look at her breasts and enjoy the sight of her projecting nipples bending one way and then the other as they moved across my chest..

When you're trying to do this, unfortunately your erection doesn't offer much feedback as to whether you're achieving your desired result. But Laila was making up for that in spades. She was going ballistic. I don't know whether it was a continuation of her first orgasm, or a new one, but she had me in a strangle hold with an arm around my neck as she squealed into my ear and her whole lower body shook in some sort of rapturous state while I felt her contractions bear down on my erection.

I was beginning to wonder whether this would be some sort of orgasm that never ended. From my point of view, it felt quite nice what I was doing and it certainly wasn't expending a lot of energy. If it wasn't for the risk of being deafened by Laila's screams, I could have gone on forever.

Fortunately, it was Laila who took the next step. She brought her lips to mine and started deeply French kissing me. She was still moaning quite loudly, but at least now it was being blasted into my mouth instead of my ears -- which somewhat muffled it.

Taking that as a signal to stop stimulating her, I stopped the thrusts and just pushed my shaft in a deeply as I could and held it there.

That didn't entirely suit Laila. She started twisting and circling her hips against me, maintaining the deep penetration, but seemingly twisting my shaft around inside herself. Finding herself fighting the weight of my body on top of her, she rolled us over and put herself on top.

There'd been a slight pause in her orgasmic screaming, and her contractions, which at least told me it wouldn't go on forever. But Laila's post orgasmic, oxytocin driven behaviour has an intensity of its own. Her tongue was stuck firmly down my throat as she caressed my head and flanks with both hands and squirmed around on top of me like a woman possessed.

And she was back to the slow, rolling, short thrusting dragging of the base of my shaft across her clit; this time added to by a circling or side to side motion within her crease. Plus she'd decided she'd liked the way I'd been brushing her breasts across my chest, because she was now doing that too. But added to that was a screwing around of my erection inside her on full penetration.

Indeed, as she continued to french kiss me, it was a different sort of moaning she was breathing down my throat. It made me think she'd found a degree of cervical stimulation which we've achieved before, but has quite a different orgasmic outcome. That seemed to be confirmed when she stopped pulling my shaft out of her and simply kept it fully and firmly buried as she screwed it about; at the most doing very -- and I do mean very -- short jabbing thrusts as if she was gently pounding the tip of my erection against her cervix.

Laila has a truly beautiful body; nearly as beautiful as Annika's. And being slender and light, it's always a pleasure to have her on top of me. More so when my erection is inside her. She was in no hurry. I knew that once she gets into a cervical orgasm cycle, it can go on for quite a while. It's not a case of banging away to a massive, short live orgasm. Rather -- so I'm told, since I've never experienced it -- a continuous process of full body orgasms which which are like shooting stars exploding inside you. Or something like that.

Laila was deeply immersed in it. No longer screaming, instead she was emitting deep throated moans, still mainly into my mouth as she continued to french kiss me. Her body was shaking, but differently to the way is shakes in an intense conventional orgasm. More a vibration than an earthquake and affecting the whole of her body, not just her hips and legs.

My role in all of this was essentially passive. When I could -- as she lifted her chest enough to sway across mine -- I would tweak her nipples. But apart from that, she was in control. Which was just as well since, as a mere male, I had no idea of what really worked for her in this.

I could tell these internal orgasms were becoming more intense; not, this time, because she was screaming increasingly loudly, but because her moans were becoming deeper and more prolonged as the vibrations of her body became more pronounced.

If there is a problem with this, it's the fact it has no identifiable ending. It ends when, either Laila has had enough, or I climax, reducing my shaft to flaccid uselessness. There was no sign of the latter happening unless I did something deliberate. She had no grip on it and the movements, while delightful, weren't stimulatory.

A quick look at the bedside clock told me I'd had my cock in her for a good three quarters of an hour. We were meant to be getting on the road soon.

I rolled her over to bring myself on top. At first I mimicked the short jabbing thrusts she'd been using for her cervical orgasms, but, using my legs between hers to spread her legs further apart, while angling my hips up a bit, it also let me get a finger back on her clit without making my penetration of her any less deep.

At the same time I bent my upper body forward to brush my chest across her projecting nipples.

I was hoping Laila was sufficiently worked up I could induce another conventional orgasm fairly quickly with my fingering of her. Fortunately, that was the case.

As she started coming, I started thrusting more vigorously, rubbing the bottom half of my erection firmly against the hard front wall of her vagina and the pelvic floor muscle supporting it; a sure fire was of bringing myself to a climax however light might be Laila's grip on me.

Laila took the hint and gave me a moderately firm grip. That let me go to more conventional thrusting. Lifting myself on outstretched arms, I looked down on her still convulsing body, her breasts now wobbling a little with my thrusts, her contractions evident against my shaft even as it plunged in and out of her.

With a fifty minute vaginal warm up, my shaft was telling me this was going to be a monster if I did it right. I slid my shaft in and out of her at a moderate pace; enjoying every stimulating moment of my erection being firmly caressed by the wet slippery embrace of her vagina. I could feel my climax building; telling me there wasn't long to go.

Then came that delightful moment that you know it's about to happen. I pushed myself in hard; burying the length of my shaft in her body. A second later the first pulse of my orgasm exposed up my shaft; accompanied by a loud prolonged grunt.

Don't ask me how or why, but there are times my body tells me to push it in and hold it there while the first half dozen pulses of my orgasm expend themselves, and other times it tells me to thrust madly. If I listen to it, I get a great orgasm, if I don't it can turn into something of a wet blanket of one. This one told me to thrust madly, so I did.

I cried out a rolling grunting, groan as my thrusts seemed to multiply and extend the pulses of my orgasm, creating this feeling I was almost hosing out Laila's vagina with copious cum delivered with fire-hose like pressure -- which of course is impossible, however it felt. But the feeling was real and I kept banging at her while uncountable pulses created intense hedonistic, rapturous sensations in both my shaft and my brain.

When it told me to stop, I did and still felt what might have been the final drops of cum oozing from the tip of my shaft. But my body wasn't finished with me yet. Responding to an overwhelming desire to thrust some more, I did, triggering another round of delightful pulses through my shaft.

I collapsed down onto Laila, still moaning, only then to realise she was still climaxing too; or having another one -- it's hard to tell with her.

I lay on top of her panting as she kept moaning and pushing her hips up against me; grinding her crease against the base of my shaft.

The end of Laila's orgasm doesn't of course mean the end of her engagement with me. Laila's post coitus behaviour is, to say the least, intense. Overwhelmed by oxytocin and other love hormones -- more so when she's had the multi orgasmic sex we'd just engaged in -- Laila engages in passionate kissing and caressing until it burns itself out. For her sexual partners -- although I can only really speak for me -- there's no such thing as 'wam, bam, thank you mam', or is it, 'eats, shoots and leaves.' Whichever, an early escape is considered very bad form, assuming she gives you the chance to escape in the first place.

Predictably, Laila rolled herself on top of me and started kissing and manhandling me. I willingly complied. After all, she a gorgeous, sexually desirable woman; even if my interactions wither her are inhibited by the fact I'm in love with her sister.

BUT, and this is a big but, after sex like we've just had, my erection is very reluctant to go down and neither it's owner nor the girl currently in possession of it is in any hurry to withdraw it from the warm moist embrace of the woman's body. As long as it's not used for thrusting, it can stay like that for -- on a good day -- maybe ten minutes. But that is long enough for me to -- if being sexually stimulated -- recover from post sex flaccidness and have another boner.

Often it's felt as a sort of a bit of a release of the old erection -- I describe it as like momentarily pulling the plug on a blow up mattress -- which then rehardens before losing much of its size.

There are days that can be nice -- especially with Annika. But when you're in a hurry to pack the truck and get on the road and dealing with someone with a sexual appetite as big as Laila's, it can raise some challenges.

I was laying there, happily responding to Laila's French kissing and body handling when I felt that sensation of the plug being pulled on my erection. But almost immediately, I also felt a new erection take it's place -- hardly surprising with a beautiful, naked, woman squirming about on top of me.

I resisted a very strong urge to surge it; which definitely would have given the game away. Instead I gave Laila a few more minutes of pashing before suggesting...

"I think we need to get up and help Annika pack the truck."

She reluctantly agreed, after a brief pause, getting off me, and in the process, releasing my erection. She looked down at it as it crashed firmly against my stomach, making a bit of a 'splat' noise as it did so, since she lifted herself off me vertically, bending my erection up in the process.

Touching the top of it between two fingers, she observed...

"It's still really hard."

As nonchalantly as possible, I responded...

"Yeh."

"I think it wants more."

"Maybe on a day we've got more time, but I think we need to get going."

I quickly pulled on my swimmers, tucking the erection into the fully stretched, taut, material so that it projected over the waistband, but lifted up the leg seams, letting my balls somewhat fall out the side. Still wet and sticky from Laila's body fluids and my cum, a dark dampness soon permeated the material.

Which of course, attracted Annika's attention as soon as we entered the living room. As Laila disappeared into the bathroom, Annika observed...

"That was quite a fucking you gave Laila."

"You know what she's like."

"That's a fresh erection, isn't it?"

"Don't tell Laila."

"Is it going to go down?"

That was no easy question to answer. It was firmly stimulated by Laila and now I was in the close presence of two beautiful women with exposed breasts and tiny little bikini pants who liked touching me. So far it hadn't surrendered anything of its hardness.

"Hard to say."

"Hard is the right word."

"I'll put some board shorts on."

"It will show through that."

"What about a shirt hanging over it?"

"You don't have one that will hide it."

She took my hand and led me towards our bedroom...

"Let's have a quickie and you can fuck it off."

Now they are not words a guy hears from a girl very often -- even if Annika has suggested it once before. It's becoming her go to solution for an inconvenient erection; and given the environment I'm in, they can be pretty common.

She climbed onto the bed, pulling me onto it with her, pulled down the front of my swimmers then lay face up on the bed, pulling aside the gusset of her bikini pants as she pulled me over her. Her hand guided my erection into her vaginal opening which was at least partly ready to receive it.

Positioned over her, with my knees and elbows taking as much of my weight as I could, I very gently short thrusted until she fully opened to me and I could comfortably fully penetrate her. She gripped my shaft as tightly as she's ever gripped it, grinned up at me and said...

"OK, fuck it off."

The message was clear enough and couldn't be rejected -- and why would I.

I started thrusting, elevating myself on straight arms to let me stare at her breasts. They were half length thrusts, starting from and finishing with, full penetration.

With the grip she had on it, it wasn't gong to last long. Every thrust came with a powerful stimulation that quickly accumulated towards a climax. By the eighth thrust it was ready to go. I pushed it in a waited a moment for the release that was to come.

It came alright. With an almighty groan I signalled a very powerful orgasm; thrusting some more after a break to get the most out of it.

As I was left panting into the pillow next to her head, she indicated...

"Might be a good idea to get off before you get another one of those erections."

"What about you? Don't you want to come too?"

"I did. As you came, so did I. You know you have that effect on me. I just didn't make the same fuss about it."

I lifted my head to find her grinning in amusement at me with her tease. She pushed me off, dragging my still hard erection out of her vagina as she rolled away from me. As she turned back to me and watched me pull the front of my swimmers over what was still a pretty full on erection...

"I'm sure it will go down much quicker now."

She stood up, repositioned the gusset of her bikini pants and walked around the other side of the bed to pull me off it, observing as she did...

"See, it's getting smaller already. Now, we have some loading to do."

Laila and Annika at least had the dignity to put their bikini tops on as we loaded up the truck in the motel courtyard. As we were doing so, Cecile walked up to us from across the road where they'd been loading up their truck. What she said to Annika and Laila (in French) was obviously making her sheepish about it. It was only after she'd left I found out from Annika...

"Cecile was letting us know that James (her new boyfriend) wanted to join the group for the next section of the trip, but their truck only has two seats. She wondered if one of them could come with us. I told her yes."

Given the circumstances, it didn't surprise me when it was Angelique who came sauntering over to join our truck. She was travelling light. A very small and tight fitting pair of gym shorts over her bikini pants and a bikini top plus a small little handbag.

As we hit the road, Annika took her turn at the wheel and, without asking anyone, Laila took the other front seat. Well, it's their trip and they are paying for it, so I could hardly complain. I'm sort of just the bodyguard and sexual toy. But that left me sitting on the back with Angelique. I suspected this wasn't going to end innocently; a conclusion reinforced when, as she first sat in the truck, she took off her gym pants and bikini top, turning to me and explaining in what little English she had...

"Too hot."

Well, I thought, that depends on how you define hot.