The Outback Road Trip Ch. 14

Was it really such a big deal that Angelique took off her tiny gym pants and bikini top as she got in our truck; leaving her dressed in just a bikini bottom?

After all, that's all that Annika and Laila had on since they too had dumped the top as soon as they got into the truck. Too hot, too sweaty in the tropical climate they claim. What happened to air conditioning?

While we were driving in the deep outback, moving from gorge to gorge, with plenty of swimming, that made sense. But we were still in Broome. A small to medium size outback town maybe, we might have been about to drive out of it, back into the outback, but there was no shortage of people who would see us on our way. And I myself had nothing on other than a pair of speedo like swim briefs. We must make an unusual sight.

In part, Angeliques presence in the truck caught me off guard. The sudden inclusion of Cecile's new boyfriend in our entourage when Cecile and Angelique were using a two seat converted Landcruiser Troopie, meant something had to give.

But if I strip away all the self righteousness, I have to put my reaction down to two things. The first was her lustful looking at me as she stripped herself out of the excess clothing items. The second was the knowledge that Annika had given her new, more liberal, entitlements to get sexual with me.

All the rooting that Cecile and James were doing was making life difficult -- well, frustrating - for Angelique. So Annika has given her penetrative sex access to me every second day and, basically groping and fingering rights any time that isn't intruding on Annika's wants as my true love interest.

I know. All this comes across as a bit whinny. As if I'm being reluctantly prostituted out.

That's not the issue. It is just knowing what is right or wrong. This is all new to me. Well it would be strange and new to just about any 22 year old guy. You girlfriend is encouraging you to root other women -- her sister and Angelique - as a way of generously looking after their sexual needs while driving around the most remote areas on earth.

Do I, to take an old saying, lay back and think of England, or do I approach it with all the lustful enthusiasm any guy would have towards fucking two such beautiful women. I know that sitting in the back seat with a near naked Angelique is going to quickly turn into some very intimate handling.

With Laila, I feel as though I've crossed the bridge. She after all was sort of the one that captured me as the holiday sex provider to her and her sister in the first place. I suppose it was never really intended that Annika and I should fall in love in the way we have. But it still took me a while to approach Laila in a lustful way once my relationship with Annika developed.

Now, after Annika's recent talk to me, I've decided Angelique is entitled to the same approach instead of me treating her like I'm holding my nose and doing it reluctantly which, as much as I've tried to hide it, is pretty well my approach until now.

We managed to drive out of town and into the outback remoteness without creating too much attention. As is usual with these three girls in the car together, the conversation is in French, with Annika translating for me anything that is interesting. As the conversation became more intense, Angelique used it as an excuse to move herself into the middle of the back seat; supposedly so she could lean forward between the other girls to enhance the conversation.

But it also put her in full body contact with my flank, with a hand on my thigh and her impressive breasts dangling provocatively in my line of sight as she leaned forward.

The hand moved slowly, and I suppose she hoped, seemingly innocently, until it rested against be manhood, which until that moment I'd managed to keep fairly flaccid. But as the side of her hand pushed against the tip of my manhood, laying as it was to the side of my swimmers, it reacted in the expected manner.

Caught in my swimmers, it extended to the side, over the top of her fingers, capturing her fingers and the back of her hand between my thigh and erection. With just the slightest movement of her fingers, she made sure it was no half mongrel, getting a full hard on. One that was not too comfortable, given the angle it was forced to grow at and the retaining pressure put on it by my very stretched swimmers.

I tried to pretend I was oblivious to it all. After all, with Annika and Laila running around me all but naked and physically interacting with me all the time, an erection is more or less my go to position for at least half the daylight hours and, from what I can discern, most of the night. But I didn't know what her intentions were. Was she just playing with me, or did she have something else in mind.

She certainly seemed pleased with the reaction; looking down at it and then turning to cast a cheeky grin at me.

I would have liked to readjust the way it sat in my swimmers to give it a more comfortable vertical positioning, but that would have given away my attempt to be oblivious about it, not withstanding the grins.

When Angelique moved to the centre positions, she all but sat on my hand, which had been resting on the car seat. I had quickly moved it away, putting it along the back of the seats, given how Angelique was leaning forward. I noticed as she turned about to look at me, she cast her eyes to find where my arm had gone.

Turning to the front again, she sat back firmly against the seat, capturing my arm between her neck and the head rest base. Instinctively I quickly pulled it away; which turned out to be exactly the reaction she wanted. As I looked for somewhere innocuous to put it -- the options being limited by the hand she had on my thigh -- she grabbed my hand and placed it very high on her upper thigh pushing in my fingers firmly into her crease, before crossing my lower arm with hers, and capturing it, as she again rested her hand in the space between my erection and my thigh.

OK, so that was her intention. I should have known.

If nothing else, it gave me clearance to adjust the sit of my erection. I pulled out the front of my swimmers, which released my erection from its entanglement in my swimmers, and let it sit vertical, then adjusted my swimmers to stretch out and cover it as it projected above the waistband.

Having lost direct contact with it, Angelique moved her hand across just far enough to stroke the lower part of my erection and my balls.

We had many hundred of km ahead of us. She surely didn't want me to finger her all the way. For the time being, I just left my fingers rested where they were. Even as Angelique had placed them there, I'd noticed that her labia were open and could feel both her swollen clit and vaginal opening under the thin, damp gusset of her bikini pants.

We had a long drive on a proper highway (The Great Northern Highway) for our next overnight stop. But unlike highways most non Australians would be used to this was one where you could travel for hundreds of Km and not see another vehicle, and forget about roadstops, Fuel up before you leave or expect to be stranded.

The good part of that was that you didn't get your body shaken to pieces over gravel roads. The bad part was I didn't get the watch the girls breasts bouncing madly as the rough roads threw us around.

We were still in the habit of stopping every two hours for a break, boiling a cup of tea or coffee on the camp stove -- or a cold drink - and changing of drivers. As we were there, Annika took me aside...

"Was Angelique groping you after she moved next to you."

"Mildly. But she also put my hand in her crotch. I think she wanted me to finger her."

"That doesn't surprise me. I didn't want to translate it for you in the car, but she spent a lot of time telling us how Cecile and James were fucking each other during last night, with Angelique laying in the shared bed next to her. It is driving her wild with frustration. She feels like she's the only one without someone to fuck, even though she now has access to you every second day. If you decide you don't mind fingering her as we're driving, don't hold back. You certainly have my approval for it."

I acknowledged Anniika's suggestion, even if it felt pretty strange. She didn't want us separated from the others for too long, so I didn't really get a chance to discuss it any further.

Laila had the next driver duties, once again leaving me in the back with Angelique, with Annika now sitting directly in front of me. Having established a good reason for sitting in the centre seat, Angelique settled herself into it again, spreading her legs wide across the drive shaft channel and once again placing my hand in her crotch before putting hers on my upper thigh. At least this time my flaccid cock was aiming in the right direction if Angelique teased it up again.

As she settled my hand into position, Angelique had made sure my fingers were resting in her crease. If she'd lost some degree of arousal during our break, it didn't stay that way for long. I actually felt her labia spread, her clit swell and her vagina open even as my finger rested fairly still where it was placed.

I could feel Angenlique rocking her hips back and forwards, ever so subtly, but just enough to induce a tiny movement of my fingers against her crease.

That was enough of a signal to indicate beyond even the most conservative doubt, that she wanted me to actually finger her. Very gently, I started stroking her swollen clit through the thin material of her bikini pants; which was already slippery and wet with her arousal secretions.

It elicited from her what might best be described as a sigh. She turned her head towards me and gave me a smile. But as she turned back to the front, she placed the nipple of her left breast -- the one closest to me -- against the the bicep of the arm fingering her.

One of the things that had been inhibiting me was the fact Angelique, when I'm fucking her, can put on quite a vocal show. Not as loud as Laila, but pretty loud just the same. But it seemed, as I sensed her becoming increasingly aroused, she was at least suppressing that behaviour. There was the very occasional soft moan or hum; but barely enough to be heard in the front seat.

Perhaps the biggest indicator of her state of arousal was the hand she had on my thigh, brushing against my penis; probably disappointed she hadn't manage to induce anything more than the slightest firmness in it. But I could certainly feel her hand tense against the flesh of my thigh.

Emboldened, I slipped my fingers under the gusset of her bikini; the narrowness of it offering absolutely no resistance.

I have to admit -- if only to myself -- there is something quite delightful about fingering Angelique. Her mons bulge leads into some very thick lips of her vulva, which have quite a sensuous feeling to them as I slid my finger through the depth of the valley between them. That and feeling her nipple go hard against my bicep where she rested her breast against it finally triggered me.

Angelique got the full boner she was aiming for. She felt it before she saw it, but then turned her head again, raising her eyebrows as she gave me a grin of satisfaction.

Sometimes you have to guess stuff instead of knowing it. And my guess had been she wanted sexual stimulation from a man more than just an orgasm. That and the fact it was a long drive told me to play with her, gently and in a way that didn't excessively rub her clit, rather than furiously finger her to a quick climax.

And, apart from a bit of a hand cramp if I didn't move it about enough, I enjoyed it more that way too.

So she's leaning forward, chatting with Laila and Annika in the front seats, while I'm fingering her and, occasionally, digitally penetrating her. She seemed content with what I was doing. With her poor English and my non existent french, it's not as though she could tell me what to do. I'm used to her physically directing me; putting my hand, cock or mouth where she wants it. And she wasn't. Which meant, everything was as she wanted it.

She would occasionally tense up or even let out a bit of a moan and her breathing was getting heavier, even as she chatted with the girls. But on the whole, is seemed like merely getting some sexual attention from a male was helping her overcome she sexual frustration.

If there was any issue, it was how wet she was becoming. It felt nice to me, but the gusset of her bikini pants had maxed out on their moisture capacity and she was now leaving quite a damp stain on the seat of the truck.

It was some 45 minutes since we'd changed drivers that she climaxed. Thank goodness she didn't squirt. Instead she just tensed, vocalised a suppressed moan and squeezed my upper thigh tightly enough I thought she cut off the blood supply. She might have thought she'd been subtle enough for the girls not to recognise it, but Annika putting her arm back between the passenger seat and the door to give me an 'OK' hand signal told me otherwise.

With the next two hour stop, it became my turn to drive the short distance remaining to our destination for the day. Angelique and Laila took over the French girl's Landcruiser to give Cecile a break and Cecile and James moved into our truck.

Our target for the day had been the camping ground at Eighty Mile beach. From what we'd been told, it was supposed to be a lovely campground on the beach, the best part of a full days drive from any civilisation, which offered spectacular views of the sunset over the Indian Ocean.

And since we hadn't passed more than a half dozen vehicles during the course of a day's drive, we imagined it as being an isolated and serene place of meditative quietness. Goodness, did we get that wrong.

What we drove into was a fully packed caravan city with grey nomads setting up with their tables and chairs arranged like they were in a garden back home while others drove their tinnies around the campsite with their ATV's and quad-bikes; heading out to, or coming back from doing some fishing.

The campground was divided into different sections. We were allocated a spot in the area without power access and where generators weren't permitted, because that was all that was left. It didn't bother us because our backup battery would run the fridge overnight and we were only staying one day; but it gave you some idea of just how crowded the site was.

So, there went the girls' idea that they'd get to run naked along the endless beach (it's not called eighty mile beach for nothing). Indeed, I had a sense the girls were going to find the site somewhat frustrating, given how noisy some of their sex can be and how closely packed the site was.

Still, the day's drive had been a relatively short one compared to many we'd done. We'd arrived in he middle of the afternoon and there was plenty of time to explore the area. Dressed only in swimwear and with towels and -- for some of us -- stinger suits - at hand, we walked through the break in the sand dunes down to the beach.

There we found long lines of fishermen (and women) with their lines extended out into the glassy smooth ocean.

We'd prepared ourselves for a walk. All that told us was that it was going to be a longer walk than we thought if we wanted to get away from the crowds. We turned to the South and set off; James walking hand in hand with Cecile, me with Annika and leaving Angelique and Laila to walk, lets say, with free hands.

By now I was well used to all the conversation being in French, even starting to understand some of it -- but not enough. I didn't mind. I could see how much the presence of the french girls added to the vibe of the trip, and even understood why Annika had wanted me to fuck them. Annika translated for me anything of real interest; other than that I was content just to be in Annika's presence. Oh, and to be able to stare at the near naked bodies of the beautiful girls.

A solid forty minutes walk took us well away from the crowds and worked up quite a sweat. The girls decided it was time to go for a swim. This was no small issue. The water was glassy, which at least mean there shouldn't be much in the way of rips. It was also crystal clear, which made it so inviting.

But being Australia, there were other considerations. We were still in box jellyfish and inkandji jellyfish country; especially the former, since the inkandji prefer deeper water. And on the cusp of the season where they appear. And the of course there were sharks and crocodiles.

The latter we felt better about because of how clear the water was. And Annika, being the planner she was, anticipated us swimming in these areas and got us stinger suits; thin, body hugging, Lycra suits that cover you from head to toe. But James and the french girls had only their swimwear.

Annika was the first to start hurryingly putting on her suit, but surprised me when, as she pulled the suit up over her bum, she undid the side ties of her bikini pants and removed them, taking her bikini top off as she pulled the suit up further. Laila did the same. It occurred to me they must have preplanned this, because most of their bikini bottoms don't have tied sides.

I innocently started to pull my suit on when Annika stopped me...

"Take your swimmers off first."

That meant stripping naked in front of everyone. I suppose Cecile and Angelique have seen me naked before and I shouldn't have been prudish about stripping in front of James, but still I asked...

"Why?"

"It looks sexier with nothing underneath."

Well, they weren't wrong about that. Annika's and Laila's suits were stretched so tight, you could see right through them. Let's just say, very little was hidden. But, I did as I was told, took off my swimmers and wiggled into the stinger suit.

At least with speedo like swimmers, the front lining sort of smooths out the bulge of your cock. In these stinger suits it was like they were heat shrunk onto my cock. Every bulge and vein was on display. I suppose if that is what the girls call sexy, I can live with it. But I knew they were going to play with me in the water in a way that gave me an erection. It wasn't hard to imagine the display that was going to cause.

It was decided those with the stinger-suits would go in first; wading in a some sort of very crude testing of the waters. The box jellyfish are hard to see, but if they were there, we should be able to feel them as we waded into the water; even if their stingers couldn't penetrate the suit.

Getting confidence in the suit and simply making sure your exposed face didn't go under, the girls started frolicking with me in chest deep water. And playful though it might be, with them, frolicking usually means sexual play; rubbing their bodies against me, giving me a full boner and then... well, that depends on their mood.

In this case they wrapped their legs around my thighs and rubbed their clit up and down along the vertical bulge of my hard cock; taking turns at it before hanging off my shoulders as they floated in the water while I fingered their clits through their stinger-suits; one each side of me.

It was nothing if not novel even if it did require some hand and back contortion to finger both of them at once.

I was pleased when Laila came first. It let me drop her off to float around us as I then got to bend over Annika and kiss her as I finished fingering her.

We'd sort of ignored the french girls and James as we'd did our frolicking. But that's not to say that in the back of my mind we weren't committing a blatant act of sex in front of them. For Angelique and Cecile that was maybe something not entirely new. But I did wonder what James thought of this, even if Cecile was probably as likely to have dragged him down here for sex, away from the camp full of grey nomads, as much as that had been Annika's and Laila's objective.

I noticed they were playing around in the shallows; probably playing it cautiously, even tentatively, with the possibility of stingers.

Predictably, Annika and Laila hadn't finished with me. After all, I had an erection still displaying itself obscenely in my stinger suit and they were clearly still as randy as hell. Fingering for them is just foreplay. They took me by the hand and led me out of the water, passing closely to the other three.

Picking up their towels as we passed the point where we'd left them, they led me up into the sand dune. Now normally, one might look for a gully or something to minimise the exposure of what was about to happen. The problem here was, it wasn't that sort of sand dune. Formed by a combination of strong sea breezes, big tidal ranges and what would often be large waves along the coast, and with no creeks or water runoffs to carve out a gully, rather, it was like one continuous, unbroken, wave of a dune, extending all the way back to the campsite; maybe twenty feet tall. There were some bumps and irregularities, but not really enough to completely hide yourself in.

They picked a point on the crest of the dune which had a bit of a recess. Deep enough it hid you from the side, but didn't fully hide you from either the seaward or shore side; especially if you were standing a distance back.

The girls laid out the towels as I watched -- something which, while they were in those suits, was a pleasure it itself. Then, as I still stood there, they pressed themselves against me, surrounding my front and flanks as they wrapped their arms around my back.

Annika came in for a kiss, which I gave her; a long, passionate french kiss as she squirmed her body against me. Laila soon got impatient. Already squirming against me too, as far as I could tell, rubbing her clit on my thigh, she pushed her face in against mine and stole my tongue from Annika. I gave her what she wanted; maybe without the degree of passion I'd given Annika.

But frankly, I was keen to get down on the towels and start the fucking. I hate to admit it, but my cock was getting rather impatient to be put to use in its own sort of way.

I brushed back the hood of material covering her head and started pulling down Laila's zipper as we were kissing.

I don't know whether the girls had some idea of playing a kinky sort of sexual game in the suits, but one thing was clear; I wasn't going to be able to get my cock into them while any of us were wearing them. And nor would they be very easy to remove while we were wrestling each other on the ground.

As her breasts popped out of the stretched material, I brushed my hand across and fondled them as I put my hand inside the garment to push it off her left arm -- the one wrapped around my front.

Annika took the hint, and started undressing me and, as soon as Laila's left arm was free, she started working on Annika's suit.

With a bit of co-operation from all of us to free up our arms, the suits were soon dangling off each of the girls hips and Annika had taken the additional step of fully exposing my erection and balls, which meant my bottom was also on display.

Pulling my suit down as far as my knees as I bent down, I knelt in front of Annika and started the process of removing her suit entirely. As I exposed her mons, I kissed it, sliding my fingers through her crease to tease her swollen clit.

Pulling it all the way down her legs, Annika put a hand on my head to balance herself as she lifted each leg to get what was now a tangle of material off her.

Turning to Laila, I repeated the process while Annika knelt behind me and had me lift my knees one at a time while she stripped me.

As soon as the three of us were naked, the girls had me on the ground and were all over me. I didn't know what they had in mind, or how this was supposed to play out, but as we rolled intimately around I felt the tip of my cock shallowly penetrate Annika's very aroused vaginal opening. With a firm thrust of my hips, I penetrated her as deeply as I could, leaving my lower half laying across Annika and the upper half across Laila; my face conveniently placed in front of her breasts.

I started licking her breasts and stretched my arms down to finger her clit.

I'd just started when I sensed a shadow over me and heard Angelique's voice. Annika translated it when she'd gone, but she was asking to borrow the stinger suits because they'd felt uncomfortable going into the water without them.

With that momentary -- if bazaar and rather embarrassing -- distraction, I went back to fingering and nipple stimulating Laila as my cock rather passively loitered in Annika's body. With the one spare hand, I did start tweaking Annika's nipple, but I was doing so at a rather awkward angle; so while she has very sensitive nipples and can have nipple orgasms, I wasn't able to make the best of it.

I really didn't have a clue whether this sort of approach to group sex was what the girls wanted. But they were going along with it. So when I managed to get Laila to climax -- somewhat more quietly than normal -- I swapped positions, withdrawing from Annika, turning my body to the opposite angle across them, penetrating Laila and now fingering and sucking the nipples of Annika.

It felt quite strange -- again! I get a bigger kick out of stimulating Annika. I love her and it means a lot more to pleasure her. Sucking her breasts excites me more and her crease, as I finger and digitally penetrate her, just feels more erotic; like she's wetter and more receptive, whether that's actually the case or not. And yet my cock, the primary sexual organ, is buried in her sister.

Laila wasn't being as passive with my cock as Annika had been. She was squirming under me, rocking in a way that generated mini thrusts of my cock and more puzzling -- since I was concentrating on Annika and I only found out what she was doing later, lifting her hips up in a strange way.

Annika didn't take long to bring to a climax either; but I finished her with a prolonged kiss, cuddling her and caressing her face.

Laila interrupted my moment with Annika with a tap on my shoulder and a -- really demand...

"Now fuck us. Me first so you can finish in Annika."

I pulled my head back so I could see Annika's face. She nodded in agreement.

As I moved my body over Laila, it turned out she had been packing sand under her towel, crating a ridge which elevated her hips; which sort of told me how this sex would play out. Missionary -- my favourite -- but with it delivered at an angle that would stimulate her g spot.

With my erection still in her and me hovering over her body on knees and elbows, she squirmed about to put herself in the right position. Then she put her hands on my bottom to indicate she was ready for me.

Since she hadn't instructed me to go hard and fast, I didn't. It wasn't what I liked to do and I had some reservations about its effect on the girl even if that ask for it; and Laila usually does. So instead, being careful to angle my thrust in an upward direction, I did thrusts, from about three quarters in to one quarter depth, intended to spend the maximum time raking against her g spot.

Laila put on the vocal show she usually does. Loud moans that are nearly in the screaming register. On the top of the sand dune like we were, it must have travelled some distance. And there's something about them that makes it pretty clear this is a sexual response. I looked around to see if we had attracted the attention of any other humans. But only James, Angelique and Cecile were in immediate sight, still frolicking in the water in our stinger suits, so I went back to watching her breasts wobble to my thrusts.

In a way, as nice as it felt and as visually stimulating as it was, I was in a hurry to bring Laila to her climax. I was much more interested in fucking Annika and I didn't want my cock brewed up too much before I got to her.

By surging my erection with each inward thrust -- in a way intended to put more pressure on her g spot -- it only took a few minutes to bring her to what seemed to be a pretty powerful climax. Laila had a strong oxytocin response to her climaxes, so I laid down on her and let her go to town on my body; deeply kissing me as she caressed every part of me she could reach.

When the peak of that response seemed to pass, I whispered in her ear...

"I think it might be Annika's turn."

I withdrew my erection and elevated myself back onto my hands and knees. Giving her a final kiss on her lips, I moved across to Annika, laying next to us and until that time, resting on her side watching me fuck her sister.

Annika laid onto her back and pulled me on to her, fairly quickly locating the tip of my erection in her vaginal opening and encouraging me to get to full penetration. I hoped that she didn't want a quickie. I wanted proper love making with Annika, so was pleased when, as I expected, Laila stood over me and announced she was heading back down to where we left our gear.

I cuddled firmly against Annika, turning us both onto our sides so we had free hands and movement to caress each other. I particularly enjoyed the feeling of her beautiful breasts pushed against my chest and brushing my chest across Annika's hard nipples as either she squirmed against me, or I against her; all as my erection subtly got screwed about in her vagina while on as full a penetration as our positioning allowed. But it went beyond erogenous zones. Every bit of the front of our bodies were pushed together; intertwined, the soft flesh of her thighs and legs as arousing as having my shaft inside her.

We kissed passionately; she caressing my flanks as I brushed my hand through her soft, long blonde, hair.

My feelings for her were incredibly strong. There was no comparison between making love to Annika and fucking any of the other girls, even if the movements were sometimes the same. The love and attachment I felt towards her changed my perception of what sex was really all about. I couldn't resist saying...

"I love you to extent you can't comprehend."

With a sigh, see flipped me onto my back, putting her on top...

"You think I don't feel the same way about you."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't a challenge. It was a reciprocation; one that had her tongue down my throat as she passionately kissed me.

It was like she couldn't wait any longer. She laid down on me, hugged me tightly into what I have now found out is called the bear hug position (at least for some people), gripped my erection firmly, and started rocking her hips against me in a way that strongly stimulated my shaft.

I have to say, I'm not quite sure how this works. I don't think she's actually slightly withdrawing and thrusting back in my shaft, and yet it feels like it is; or maybe she's just rocking the hard pelvic floor muscle at the front of her vaginal opening against it. At the same time, her crease is firmly pressed up against my pubis and the base of my shaft and she seems to be stimulating herself as well.

Annika was getting quite excited and carried away by whatever she was doing.

Her heavy breathing and moans made it pretty clear she was becoming highly aroused; which given the effect she was having on me, was just as well. As she came, she accelerated her rocking, quickly tipping me over the edge to as I filled her vagina with my cum and we both moaned and groaned in a sort of climatic chorus.

Normally it is Laila who goes into a post climatic oxytocin driven frenzy of passionate engagement, but this time Annika put on a show of an intensity which exceeded anything Laila had ever done; passionate kissing, hands all over me and all while screwing my still hard erection around inside her as she squirmed about on top of me, brushing her nipples across my chest and winding her legs around mine into what felt like -- with only a slight exaggeration - a Gordian knot.

It was delightful to have Annika throw her body at me like that and display such an intensity of feeling. With Laila it always feels like some sort of automatic reaction to an orgasm. With Annika it felt more like I had triggered something deep and more meaningful within her.

The cock that I was lucky enough to have within her felt physically fantastic too. For a long while it absolutely refused to go down or soften; wallowing in the erotic glory of her body almost as if her emotional release was being hormonally injected into my shaft.

It was only after, I can only guess, four or five minutes, I felt that little release that signals my post ejaculative erection had expired but it was quickly replaced by a refreshed one; quick enough Annika didn't even notice.

She kept pashing me for quite a while longer until the peak of her oxytocin rush slowly subsided; eventually leaving her draped lightly over my body. I rolled us both onto our sides, still embracing, caressing and lightly kissing her. After a while I made an attempt to withdraw my erection, but he placed her hands firmly on my bottom and pushed it back into full penetration...

"Is that a new erection?"

"Yes."

"Then make beautiful love to me."

Annika looked to the side where Laila had been, then shuffled our joined bodies across to where Laila had left a mound to elevate her hips. Annika worked her way onto it, laying on her back...

"Now you can be my lover and my man. Excite me with your strength, show me your lust for my body and use your powerful manhood to excite me with your shaft."

Well, I thought, that was a tall order. Yes, the girls really get off with my tall, well exercised, muscular body. They even love me spraying sweat all over them as I fuck them in the missionary position. But of course, there was more to that request than the mere physicality.

I've made 'beautiful love' to Annika before. I have a reasonable idea of what that means to her and, strangely, lusting over her body is at least part of that. Taking it slowly, doing more than just thrusting away and being fully engaged with her are all part of it.

I elevated myself on outstretched arms, then bent in to lightly kiss her. Raising myself up both lets me stare at her breasts and lets her stare at my muscular chest and brush her hand across it should she be so inclined.

I thrust a few times; long, slow thrusts where I surge my erection with each inward thrust to rake the tip of my erection along her g spot more firmly.

Then I bent down to lightly bite at her neck, sliding my cheek across hers a few times while still slowly thrusting before bringing myself up on out-stretched hands again. Annika rewarded me with a hum of pleasure which progressively turned to moaning as I kept thrusting; nothing suggesting a climax was near, just enough to tell me I was on the right track.

She ran her hands across my chest as I did my thrusts; each surge enhanced inward thrust acknowledged with just a slightly louder moan and gasp of air, which again told me I was having the right effect.

Annika -- like Angelique -- is one of that 10% of women who can have an orgasm from nipple stimulation alone and the temptation to suck hers was just too strong. I bent down, slightly contorting myself but also slightly withdrawing my shaft from full penetration, to take her right nipple between my lips.

Annika put her hand over my head to pin it to her breast, while letting out an even louder hum, as I started flicking my tongue against it before taking her breast partly into my mouth where I could pin her extended nipple against the roof of my mouth and slid my tongue constantly across it. Having slobbered it up and brought it to maximum projection, I moved across to her left breast and did the same, Lifting the fingers of my left hand up to tweak her right breast with them while still supporting myself on my elbow.

All the while, I'm still thrusting; the shallower penetration actually likely raking my thrusts across her g spot more constantly.

Annika was really starting to brew up. Her breathing was heavy and her moans -- although mellow compared to Laila -- were getting louder and almost desperate. I felt her lower body shuddering against mine.

As she came, she pressed my head almost suffocatingly against her breast while I could feel her trying to stretch her body down to get a deeper penetration of my shaft; which was already feeling her contractions. I did my best to contort my body further to push myself in more deeply; but there was a limit to both how contorted I could get and how long I could hold it there. Eventually Annika went for depth of penetration over nipple stimulation and released my head. I deeply penetrated her and held it there, giving a few orgasm extending jerks, as I laid down on her and kissed her; giving her the access she needed to my body to play out her oxytocin high.

But I only intended the nipple orgasm to be the entree, not the main course.

As soon as I thought it appropriate, I lifted myself up again and started thrusting. This time they were just a little faster and harder -- but not much. But now I really concentrated on the surges as I raked across her g spot; well that and, as usual looking at her breasts.

Fairly quickly I had her building to another orgasm. Her moans were almost staccato, each one accompanying an inward thrust.

"Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh..."

Now her hips and lower body were really shuddering under me. This was showing every sign of being a big one -- or so I hoped, because I love watching her come and the effect it has on her.

When she came, it was a big one -- or so it seemed to me. She threw her hips up -- and me with them -- while letting out a prolonged, loud moan. Then she grabbed me, pulled my face down to hers and gave me a long kiss as she rolled her hips around, and the erection I had in her in the process, and her contractions pummelled my cock.

As she quietened down, she whispered in my ear...

"Your turn. Have fun and throw your sweat all over me."

I'd never quite had a girl put it in those terms. Clearly the instruction was to put a bit of effort into it; which is fun enough. But Annika isn't one for 'hard and fast', so there needed to be a happy medium. But she is tolerant of me taking my time to get there; indeed, her light grip often leaves me little alternative.

And as I raised myself back up, a light grip was all she was offering. Enough to stimulate me and get me there eventually, but I wasn't going to set any records for a fast orgasm unless I took my own steps to get there.

There's an understanding between us, only partially verbalised. She likes me playing the strong dominant male, fucking his lover and putting so much effort into it that I'm spraying sweat all over her; not hard to achieve in a tropical area in late spring. She knows I love the sight of her under me; her beauty generally, but compounded by watching her breasts wobble as her body get pushed about by my thrusts.

Now I'm not going to throw my whole 80kg weight at her as I furiously pound her like I was hitting her vaginal opening with a hammer.

Instead of lifting and dropping my bum, I thrust with my whole body -- driving my motion with my shoulders and knees. That takes a lot more effort and quickly works up a sweat while pumping up to some degree my pecs and biceps. But, whatever the speed and length of the thrust is, I brake it just before I go full depth, achieving full penetration with a slow finish and then pushing her gently, but firmly with my pubis. When her hips are elevated like there are, and there are only a few points of contact with the ground, her body is easily thrust forward. Then she deliberately exaggerates the movement, making sure her breasts wobble in a spectacular manner.

So we both get the turn on each desires, playfully amusing each other, without there being any issue about objectification or such modern judgements.

And, I can tell you, it feels great.

I'd been thrusting away for a few minutes when I felt this irresistible desire to bend down, kiss her, gently bite her neck and have a bit of a suck of her nipples. As I lifted myself up and started thrusting again, she asked...

"What was that for?"

"Because I love the whole of you, not just the bit my cock is in, and I wanted to express that."

She let out a short giggle...

"Well that's a step forward for mankind."

Both the effort I was putting into the sex and the fantastic feeling of it meant I'd been vocalising my pleasure too. Something between grunts and groans; not loud enough to attract attention, but clear enough Annika could read the situation. But, focused on her breasts and my own efforts, I'd missed the fact she had been breathing rather heavily; something I only noticed as she interrogated me.

That heavy breathing was a prelude to another orgasm; after all, her hips were still elevated and both a g spot and clit were getting stimulated. The sucking of her nipples might have pushed it along too.

I slowed down my thrusts and did some twisting about of my erection on full penetration while she went through her orgasm. When I started again, I felt a tighter grip on my shaft. Suddenly I was starting to brew up. Not rapidly, but the additional stimulation certainly felt fantastic. My grunting and groaning acquired a very pleasurable tone to it.

I looked up from Annika's madly wobbling breasts to see her wearing this giant grin. She knew what her body was doing to me and was very pleased about it.

Annika lightened her grip a bit, so it was, maybe, about three more minutes of thrusting before I felt running through my whole shaft those incredibly erotic bolts of pleasure that indicate my time is up. I got three more thrusts in -- each more mind blowing than the one before it -- before I knew my cock was about to explode. I pushed myself into full penetration and held it for the nano-second before the first pulse of my climax detonated., causing a fulmination of pleasure that flooded my shaft and brain all at the one moment.

The cry I let out would have deafened Annika had my mouth been near her ear, so it was lucky I was still in my elevated position. But as the pulses continued -- each accompanied by a new groan -- I felt this desperate need to be in more contact with Annika. I laid down on top of her, embraced her with an arm around the small of her back and held my body against her as I responded to whatever signals of thrusting or not thrusting my body instructed me to do to draw out my orgasm and the hedonistic high it gave me.

I was still thrusting when I sensed Annika climaxing under me; something she more recently has started to do nearly every time I climax.

Our climaxes merge into one; as if we were sharing what each other felt. As Annika sensed my thrusts fading, she rolled us over, putting her on top...

"That was the best sex I've ever had."

I sort of knew what she meant. I've had some pretty powerful orgasms while making out with her and this would have been near, if not actually, the top of the list. But what I felt -- and I hoped we both felt -- was more complex than that...

"It was for me because I keep loving you more and more."

Moved by my response, she buried her tongue in my mouth as she kissed me passionately and squirmed about on top of me. As that need fulfilled itself she simply rested on top of me, her light weight a delight to bear as we exchanged sweet nothings reinforcing our feelings towards each other.

As is usual when I have sex with Annika -- indeed, as has been the case almost every time I'd made out with any of the girls on this very strange trip -- the strength of my climaxes seem to leave my erection hard for quite a while. We've got past the 'does it want more' joke which at first accompanied it. Annika especially regards a lengthy after period as a compliment in itself.

In this case it was only when Annika, after some time, rolled us both on our sides I felt the little release that signalled it's end. But with Annika still embracing me and the rapture I feel as I'm pressed against her, the transition to a new erection soon arrived. The benefit of being young I suppose; and surrounded by beautiful, barely dressed women.

Annika felt the slight softening and re-hardening of my shaft...

"Do you have a new erection?"

"Yes. You have that effect on me."

"That is good to know."

She twisted her head back, looking out at the ocean...

"It is a beautiful view from up here."

Indeed, by twisting our head back, we had a lovely vista of both the ocean and the length of the beach; part of it for me (because we were each looking in different directions along the beach) was Cecile getting fucked by James in a little nook further along the beach.

We lay together watching the scene for a while, commenting on different aspects.

All the while Laila and Angelique could be seen sitting on the beach at the bottom of the dune we were at the top of; both now back in their bikinis.

I saw Annika look down at them...

"You know Angelique is having a really tough time now Cecile has a boyfriend?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know Angelique has a very strong libido. And yet, she's now the only one without a man to turn to to get some attention."

"You let her have me every second day."

"Yes, but it's not the same. Look at her there. Until Laila went down to her, she was sitting all alone on the beach while everyone else got fucked. That was really hard for her."

"You really have a strong empathy for Angelique, don't you?"

"I know, because you don't understand french, that you miss a lot of our conversations, but she's a really nice and entertaining girl. She has added a lot to our trip since we rescued them from the river. I really like her and it pains me to see her neglected. I know she feels it deeply. She deserves better."

Annika paused before adding...

"Would you be willing to go down and offer her sex?"

"Isn't tomorrow soon enough for that. After all, that's when it becomes her turn."

"It's not the same as participating now in an activity everyone else has participated in."

I looked seriously at Annika.

"If that's what you want, then yes. Indeed, I'd already decided I had to put a lot more... I was going to say heart, but that conveys the wrong meaning -- let's say attention to my time with Angelique. Try and make her feel less patronised and more looked after in future. But if you want me to do it now, yes I will. But only because you want me too."

"I do."

Annika leaned towards me and kissed me.

"Let's go down and you can ask her."

Annika didn't waste any time. She immediately extracted my erection from her body as she stood up, then offered me a hand to stand up myself. I bent down to pick up the towels. After all we were completely naked and, since Angelique had borrowed the stinger suits, had nothing to put on. But Annika interrupted me...

"Leave them here. You can use them with Angelique."

So Annika had us walk, arm in arm down the face of the sand dune completely naked; my slight discomfort about the fact I was displaying a full erection extended by our close body contact and the fact she stopped us half way down, brought us face to face in a close embrace and gave me a prolonged kiss as she rubbed her stomach against the erection that was pressed between us.

I even wondered if she intended I be displaying it as I propositioned Angelique. Because it was certainly still there when we reached the place Laila and Angelique were sitting facing out to sea.

As we closed the distance to them, Anniika smacked me on the bottom and directed me around Angelique's side of the pair as she went Laila's side with a final instruction...

"Go ask her."

With as much dignity as I could muster in the circumstances, I presented myself in front of Angelique, noting her immediate focus on my erection as she registered my presence, and asked...

"Angelique. Would you like sex?"

It was one of the few combination of English words I could be sure Angelique would understand. She looked up at me, looked down again at my erection and looked up at me again...

" oui je le ferais ... pardon... yes.  »

I offered her a hand, which she took to help her stand up. As she picked up her beach bag, I then picked up my swim briefs which were on the towel the girls were sitting on where I'd left them as we'd changed into stinger suits. I wondered whether to put them on.

Scanning both ways on the beach, there was no-one within easy visual range of us who might be offended by my aroused nakedness; except maybe James who seemed to be finished with the task of fucking Cecile and was sitting still naked with her in the little recess in the dune they'd had sex in. I figured he was in no position to judge me.

Fairly quickly, Angelique wanted to hold my hand and walk close enough to me that my hands kept brushing her side or even ending up in her crotch as we scaled the sand dune. Since that was the side I had my swimmers in my hand, I amused myself -- and Angelique -- by hanging them on my erection, freeing up my hand to hold hers.

When we got to the top of the dune and the little recess in which I'd fucked Annika and Laila, Angelique quickly knelt down on the towels. Facing me, I thought for a moment she was going to suck my cock -- for health reasons, not one of the permitted actions under the deal with Annika. Instead she grabbed the swimmers hanging on my cock in her two hands and crossed over the draped material to tighten its grip on my shaft; playfully sliding it up and down my shaft as she looked up at me, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

That was a mere introduction to her collecting her breasts in her hand and starting to titty fuck me,

Having her do that with breasts much bigger than those of any other woman I've had sexual engagement with felt completely different. Normally hand jobs or other external flesh stimulation of my manhood doesn't do much for me. Too dry maybe, unless they use a lot of lube, but for whatever reason it's rare they'll get me to come.

But the way Angelique's breasts effectively embraced and surrounded my whole cock was a different sensation.

I soon realised that Angelique actually had me slowly brewing up.

It was clear she was stimulating herself too. Very much so.

They way she held her breasts had her hard nipples rubbing up and down against my hips and stomach. And, like Annika, Angelique can get nipple orgasms.

Plus I'd extended a leg forward between her thighs to let her rub her crotch on it. Whether it was at an angle that would stimulate her clit, I couldn't really tell. But she was certainly using it and with a fair amount of pressure too.

With the triangles of her bikini top pulled aside to facilitate her stimulating herself on my body, I figured she didn't need the top any more and pulled the tie strings to remove it.

I was starting to contemplate whether I should let her make me cum; it had reached that level of stimulation. Whether it was what she wanted or I'd be regarded as premature, I wasn't sure and of course, I knew she'd still want a proper fuck so the pressure would be on me to get it up again. That hasn't been an issue until now, but you never know.

I resisted the urge to stop her for quite a while because it was clear she was highly aroused too; both moaning and breathing heavily as she rubbed herself up and down. But as I got closer to an orgasm I was feeling a degree of anxiety and on the verge of deciding to stop her and finish her another way when, fortunately, she climaxed. And OMG, did she climax! Some of the girls' climaxes can be a bit over the top, but this one almost set a new record.

She dropped to the ground on her back, moaning loudly as she then violently threw up her hips and tried to rock them from side to side; still, to a certain extent, rubbing her crotch against my leg which was still positioned between her very tense thighs and took the brunt of, and limited the arch of, her attempts to rock from side to side.

Unable to fully give vent to the rocking, she instead squirmed about on her shoulders -- wobbling her breasts in the process -- and started to repeatedly drop her hips a bit and throw them violently up again; all while rubbing her crotch on my leg.

There was a certain pleasure in just standing there and watching the product of what was clearly a very intense erotic rapture.

But I decided to be more proactive than that.

Gently freeing my leg, I laid down half on top of her, trying to keep my erection out of the way because it was still very sensitive and likely to be triggered if I put myself in a position where it received more stimulation.

Instead I started sucking her right nipple and fingering her clit through the thin material of her bikini pants.

That intensified her orgasm as she pinned my head to her breast with one hand and my hand to her crotch with the other as she gasped and started moaning more loudly and squirmed about more violently.

A moment came when she decided to take control. She forcefully rolled us over, bringing a halt to both my nipple and clit stimulation of her and putting herself on top. Suddenly my previously protected erection was squashed between her stomach and mine as she still squirmed about and started biting my neck; something of a substitute for deep tongue kissing, an act somewhat discouraged by Annika.

My erection was trapped. Her squirming was stimulating it in a way I couldn't escape -- I suspected intentionally by her. I tried slipping it out to the side, but she had me too pinned for that. It was brewing up and I couldn't stop it. Apart from being worried about a premature ejaculation and not being able to get it up again for the fucking she'd expect, I thought it likely to be something of a disappointingly dud one, given the circumstances.

The sensation had become intense. A cock full of pure pleasure, ready to burst. I tried holding it back, but knew from previous experience it was pointless. One you get past a certain point, it's going to happen.

The next thing I knew I was squirting my cum all over her and my stomachs. It was no dud. It was a pretty powerful one and accompanied by an involuntary moan loud enough to be heard by the girls on the beach and it just kept giving as pulse after pulse accumulated my cum on our stomachs.

Angelique was rocking her stomach on me, as if to squeeze out every last drop of cum.

When she sensed she'd cleared my cock of every last drop and the pulses had stopped, she lifted her head and looked down at me...

"That good?"

"Very good."

"Now you finger me while waiting. But wait. Not finished."

Angelique had gradually been gathering some words of English to speak to me in, albeit with a heavy accent; especially words associated with sex. Her sentences were truncated to the most meaningful words, but you could usually discern what she meant. I could guess what she was waiting for.

She rolled off me. Kneeling next to me before I could make much of a move, she bent down over my stomach and started licking up the streaks and puddle of milky cum that covered my lower torso. She took her time about it; lifting her head to grin at me periodically. Then she finished by lifting up my still half hard cock and licking the end of that clean too; taking enough time about it to make me realise she was trying to stimulate to a new erection..

Then she laid down alongside me, once again specifying...

"Now you finger me."

It made me realise it had been no accident that she'd brought me to a climax. By doing that, she had greatly extended her time with me and the sexual games she would play as she had me.

I rolled onto my side next to her body.

I've observed before that Angelique must be one of the most fuckable women alive. By that I mean she has this erotic, sexualised beauty about her.

She's got a beautiful smile and lovely face, gorgeous long hair, and her figure is well -- just incredible. Certainly her breasts stand out; quite large, without being ridiculously ponderous, on a body that's relatively slender but shapely and filled out. On top of that there's a few extra features; namely a sexually inviting mons bulge with a vertical crease half way up its length, thick lips at the front of her labia and seductively interesting nipples with a slight puffiness of the areola and quite large nipples.

When I first met her, I mistook her for an actress I'd long had a crush for -- Sydney Sweeney from "Anyone But You", but actually Angelique leaves her for dead. She's younger -- which is quite an advantage - slimmer and has a beauty that doesn't require make up or styling; perhaps in contrast to the more recent pap photos of Sydney. Now Angelique might not age as well as, say, Annika, but at 22 she's firm and pert and able to show off her figure in its youthful perfection.

When Annika first asked me to provide sexual services to Angelique after Annika and I became a couple, I approached doing so with some reticence which impacted on both my and Angelique's outcomes. Yes, we got orgasms -- even good ones -- but there was something missing.

Recently I decided I might at least put a bit more effort into enjoying it myself.

Now I was determined to accept my role and make it as good as I can for Angelique too. In essence, not be inhibited by the conscience which says this is somehow not right.

Angelique still had her bikini pants on; although the gusset was wet with something other than ocean water.

There is something distinctly arousing about being able to study close up the front of her bikini pants while they are still on her body. Or at least I think so. And, since arousing was just what I needed, I took the liberty to do that. Her mons bulge is pure sexuality; the Goldilocks of mons bulges, just the right size to be provocative without being gross. And her bikini front is not wide enough to fully cover it, so you get these strips of mons flesh extending from either side of it.

Then there's the crease that extends half way up the front of it; a crease that draws in her bikini pants to something less than a full camel toe, but obvious enough to offer itself as a doorway to her sexual organs.

I couldn't help myself. I just had to play with it. Resting my chin on the edge of her hip, I extended one arm to tweak her nipple with while I slid my fingers along the edge of her bikini pants; teasing myself and arousing her at the same time, more so as I pushed my finger under it.

I pushed the thin material of her pants into her crease, turning the feint line of it into a full on camel toe, then slid my fingers past the thick lips of the front part of her labia and into her crotch where I felt through the thin material of her pants her swollen bud. I played with it, stimulated it, teasing her with the lightness of my touch and then testing out her vaginal opening to find it open enough I could push my fingers and the material separating our flesh, easily into it.

I was in no hurry to progress. It was a game I played for several minutes; stimulating Angelique enough that she had no reason to tell me to get on with it.

But the moment came I felt a desire to finish stripping her. Kissing the front of her bikini pants, I started to peel it off her, dropping it over her mons before pulling the bows of the tie side of her pants and pulling it out from under her.

Now my fingers were free to ravage her sexual organs -- in the nicest possible way of course. I slid my middle finger through her crease from the front, enjoying the sensual feeling of it pushing through the thick lips at the front of her labia to slide across the top of her clit; working it gently back and forwards as I heard her give out little moans of pleasure.

My visual exploration of her vulva and mons could have gone on forever, but there were other things to explore. Without interrupting my fingering of her, I repositioned myself to let me suck her nipples; playing with her breasts, even doing a little bit of playful motor boating as I moved from breast to breast, bringing both nipples to their towering best. And keeping them there

Anglique can have orgasms on nipple stimulation alone. When combined with fingering her, it becomes a pretty powerful combination. But I didn't want to bring her to too quick a climax. Her body was already worked up by her first climax, I wanted the next one to be drawn out; something that gave her a prolonged pleasuring without rubbing her erotic zones to a point of annoyance and me plenty of time to enjoy playing with her like this.

And that included digitally penetrating her to stimulate her g spot.

My own erection had revived; a hard rod of manhood ready to be used. But I was in no hurry to bury it in her. There was plenty of fun to be had before I took that step and I kept its hardness away from Angelique, leaving her too busy enjoying my fingering of her to wonder about its status.

As I always try and do, I listened to the noises Angelique was making to get some idea of whether I was getting it right. I knew she didn't put it on; so between the moans and her heavy breathing it was clear she was being pleasurably stimulated.

Then there came a turning point; one that signalled she was building to a climax. That was reinforced when her thighs started quivering.

I figured it was time. I changed what had been a slow and steady fingering of her clit, to a faster one. Within a few seconds she was orgasming spectacularly. Once again she had her hips in the air; thrusting it repeatedly, forcefully up with tensed up thighs, as if trying to escape some sort of force pushing her down; all while moaning loudly again. Her hand covered the one I had in her crease, almost ripping my arm off as it was stretched out by the force of her thrusts.

Her free hand sought out my erection, found it and grasped it, then reached for her bag. Pulling out a condom -- Annika's requirement for us having sex - and pushed it into my hand...

"Put on. Fast!"

Biting open the packet, I sheathed my erection in it.

"Sex. Please. Now!"

The language, said with a strong accent, may not have been perfect, but the meaning was clear enough.

Her arm was pushed under me, putting pressure on for me to mount her. I got myself on top of her and her hand quickly guided my erection into a full penetration. She wrapped her arms around me and pushed her body up against mine, as if trying to lift me up; all the while moaning and humming in a sort of deep, sexual, satisfaction as it seemed to extend her orgasm.

I put my arm.... around her. Here the English language lacks an appropriate adjective. For Annika it would be a simple 'lovingly'. What is appropriate for Angeliique when I'm now trying to display an almost enthusiastic willingness, but not an emotional connection over and above friendliness.

'Lustfully'? Maybe, but not how I'd want to publicise it.

'Kindly'? A bit woolly.

Whatever, I wanted this to be more than me taking my turn at a climax. I looked across to the hip mound that Laila had built. Pointing it out to Angelique, I withdrew from her and indicated she should move across onto it; trying with hand signals and simple words to get her to optimally reposition herself -- at least as far as I could tell from Annika's a Laila's placement on it.

But after a moment, Angelique put her hand up in a sort of policeman's stop way.

Holding it there as long as she could, she turned herself over and presented herself on all fours; invitingly wiggling her butt.

OK, so she wanted it doggy style. It wasn't my favourite. It lacks the visual signals and excitement I get from being face to face and, to me, is less personal. And while many would find Angelique's butt very seductive, for me it is more heading down the Kardishian model than the cute little butts like Annika's that I really get off on.

Plus we were on top of a sandy ridge and our elevated bodies were now probably visible from miles away.

Still, this wasn't about me. If that's what she wanted, that's what she can have.

I mounted her, pushing myself into full penetration and then wrapping an arm around her hip to finger her clit and reaching out with the other to tweak her nipple. Here again, the lack of an ability to communicate was inhibiting. As far as I knew, doggy style always seems to be delivered in a short, jerky, hard and fast ways. I would have liked to confirm that with her, but neither of us had a sufficient familiarity with the others language to have that conversation.

So that's how I started while fingering her and playing her nipple at the same time. The only thing I added to that was keeping my cock in a surged state as much as I could to increase the pressure on her g spot over and above what I hoped I was achieving with my angle of approach.

After about I minute, and with her already starting to -- as far as I could read it -- moan, I stopped for a moment and asked...

"Is OK?"

"Is very good."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I went back at it with a more confident enthusiasm.

It worked. About two minutes later, after a noisy, moaning buildup, Angelique came.; crying out loudly as she squirted profusely, tensed her whole lower body and started circling and rocking her butt as she buried her face into the towel and moaned for a good minute and a half. All the while powerful contractions were pummelling my shaft.

I'd stopped thrusting, because it was difficult, even bent over her as I was, to follow the movements of her butt, but continued to finger her and stimulate her nipple; getting no signal from her that did anything other than pleasurably extend her orgasm.

As she recovered from that, she raised herself back on her arms and asked...

"More please."

She had almost no grip on me, so it was clear she wasn't yet ready to do anything to bring me to my own climax. I could have done it myself, but wasn't really in any hurry -- indeed, given the cum shots I'd already delivered that day, could even go without..

I started thrusting again; causing her to immediately start moaning and this time bringing her to a climax in what felt like less than a minute. She squirted like before and this time he whole thing seemed more powerful. Her moans were louder, and her body tenser and the contractions I felt certainly said something about it being pretty full on.

Uncertain of where this was going, I held back on the additional stimulation; merely riding her butt as she twisted and turned it about.

She took longer to recover before lifted herself back onto her extended arms and asked once again...

"More please."

I wondered how long this would go on for. I really love seeing any of the girls I'm fucking cum; even way more so when it's Annika. There's just something really nice about seeing and feeling them in that orgasmic state and the hormonal effect it can have on them afterwards. But I'm not in any way used to this multi-orgasm thing that the girls on this trip seem so prone to. I know, in theory, it's one of the advantages females have. But in my limited previous sexual history of two girlfriends, I'm more used to a her turn/ my turn situation with it sometimes being far from certain we'd actually achieve giving her, her turn.

Nor can I really get over the way they seem to cum harder and faster with each fuck, when I find, even after my slow recovery, my next orgasm takes a lot longer to achieve.

Still, I was here to pleasure Angelique, so attended to my role with the same enthusiasm I'd given to the first two.

This one took a bit longer than the second one, but was faster than the first. But it, as far as I could read the situation, it was a monster. Her moans were so loud, I wouldn't have been surprised if they could be heard all the way back in Broome. Her butt was cock crushingly tense while her contractions felt like they were giving my cock a full massage and her butt was dancing around in a way that left me feeling as if I was riding a bronco at a horse riding contest.

All I could do was hang on and ride it out. But far from subsiding, it suddenly seemed to intensify. Spreading her legs wide, Angelique went to ground; laying herself flat on the ground and grinding her mons into the towel and the sand under it with me still mounted on and penetrated in her, and her moaning crazily.

After an indeterminable time (because I was concentrating on what was happening), she suddenly pulled herself forward, pulling herself off my cock, then forcefully -- because I was on top of her -- rolled over. Pointing jerkily at her crotch, she cried...

"Yes... yes... yes..."

When I didn't respond quickly enough to her calls, she wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it into her vaginal entrance. Immediately bouncing her hips on my cock, her cry turned to...

"Go... go... go..."

A bit overwhelmed, I managed to discern that she wanted me to thrust; and I assumed somewhat hard and fast; or at the very least, with enthusiasm. My goodness, did that ever have an effect on her. Whatever orgasm she was going through flared up like I'd just thrown a bucket of petrol on a bonfire.

Still moaning loudly her whole body shook and squirmed under me; her thrusting hips keeping in time with my thrusts to make sure the end of each thrust achieved a crashing hard and absolutely deep penetration of her as her breasts -- a distracting feature as I lay over her on extended arms -- wobbled all over the place.

But this time, she had a grip on me. Just enough to start me brewing up; brought on further by the sheer erotica of what was happening under me. My groans must have alerted her to that fact, but it didn't change her own responses. Her grip remained as it was and she continued to batter her hips against my thrusting cock, even as my groans stepped up in volume and intensity.

As a prolonged groan signalled the first intense pulse of my climax injecting my seed into her, she pushed her hips down to get as deep a penetration as she could, tightened her grip on me and sort of rocked her hips against the base of my cock as if, as my pulses continued, she was trying to squeeze out of my body every last drop of cum.

When, completely spent by the power of my climax, I eased myself down flat on her, she immediately rolled us over, putting her on top, where she continued to squirm about on top of me, emitting a sort of guttural groan as she ground and circled her mons and vulva hard down on the base of my cock; seeming twisting and churning my still fully hard erection around inside her.

I recognised she was very likely stimulating her cervix with the tip of my cock, giving herself cervical climaxes on top of the more conventional ones she's just hard. Or maybe, given the performance she'd put on, she'd been getting both types of orgasm all along. Who was I, a mere male, one to know what the hell had been going on inside her. And given the language barrier, I was never likely to know.

Because of the extended period of sex and the strength of the climax, my erection was in no hurry to subside. I know from previous experience, it will if I try and thrust, but if I just leave it where it is, still plugging her, it tends to have a lengthy afterlife. The twisting and squirming seemingly didn't count as thrusts, and Angelique spent quite a while -- as far as I could tell -- pleasuring herself on it.

But all good things must come to an end. When I felt it start to lose its hardness, I lifted my hips and withdrew from her - pinning the condom in place to make sure it came out with my cock -- then relaxed down again, leaving her on top of me.

The endorphins release by her multiple orgasms were still affecting her and she was in no hurry to let me go. She continued to lay on top of me, caressing me, kissing me and squirming her body against mine, for longer than I was really comfortable with. More so when it was long enough and intense enough to trigger another erection.

Not wanting to go through the whole sexual cycle again, I indicated it was time to go and join the others, giving her a gentle upward push as I did so. It was reluctantly that she got off me, taking a moment to grope my erection as she did so.

At least this time as I walked down the hill with a full erection it was tucked into my swimmers and hidden behind the towels I was carrying.

As I sat myself down next to Annika, she leaned into me to note...

"That was some fairly noisy and lengthy sex you gave her. I hope that's satisfied her for the day."

For the day? I rather hoped it might have satisfied her for the week; but knew that was optimistic. But I deadpanned my response...

"So do I. But I would have liked it much more if it had been you I was making love to instead."

The walk back to the caravan park and our vehicles was mostly uneventful. I even managed to arrive without an erection being on display; which I noticed was more than James achieved since Cecile had been fooling around with him for most of the walk back. Mind you -- and I don't mean to be bitchy about this -- his smaller erection is much less pronounced in his pants that mine is.

As we sat around the camp having dinner, it was also good to know the sleeping arrangements were better than I might have feared. It was something I was wondering about ever since James became a last minute addition to our group.

The upper pop up bunk in the French girls' Land Cruiser Troopie conversion in definitely only big enough for two. In theory, our tent is advertised as a four person one. But, the reality is, that would assume you're packing in like sardines in a can. Three is crowded enough that our naked bodies are in substantial contact through the night and having sex there is reliant on a certain amount of stacking of the bodies.

I was worried Angelique might be added to our already crowded roof top tent.

Fortunately the French girls' Land Cruiser has a sort of settee along one side of its length which might not be intended as a berth, and may not be all that comfortable, but is better than trying to squeeze in with us. Whether it's Angelique who gets it or James, I don't know or care. Really a case of no longer my problem, although knowing Cecile, I suspect it will be Angelique.

It was only as we retired to our tent for the night that the surprise of the day came along. I was just settling in between the girls with the light still on when Annika held up a dressmaker's measuring tape and said...

'Cecile and Angelique want to know the length of your erection."