For the fourth consecutive day as I left Uni, I headed for the Swedish girls' unit at Bondi Beach.
It had been a strange week; well if you call a week of almost endless sex strange.
I'd never in my life had so much sex. In fact, had you asked me, I wouldn't have thought a man could have so much sex in that period. Even when I was away at Uni most of the time, we were looking at at least three times a day with each of them. So that's six times a day; even if they sometimes shared the same erection. And that was when they didn't get randy during the night as well.
And on top of that was the groping and sex play that was almost constant.
Was it too much? Was I already over it?
No and no.
Yes, I've had a friend actually moan that their girlfriend wanted too much; and it was less than I was getting. But the girls just made it all so much fun. Thee was more to it than the sex. They were delightfully playful about it all. And of course, drop dead sexy, just to help me keep my interest in them up.
But from what they told me when they first meet me, by now they should be moving on to their next port of call in Australia. I had been anything but looking forward to their departure. The past week had been the best of my life. But something seemed to have changed. I got the vibe, without the detail, that a major change in their holiday plans was afoot.
When I got to their unit, I got the usual enthusiastic greeting from two barely dressed girls; once again in their thong bikinis. By which I mean an intimate hug and a kiss as I walked in the door.
But I hadn't even put my bag down before they guided me backwards into the bedroom.
That of itself was not unprecedented. Sex almost immediately as I got home was generally the case.
But there was something different about the way they frogmarched me, as there was about the way the stripped me naked, pushed me flat on the bed and then the two of them laid on top of me, each half covering me; the erection they triggered caught between their hips.
As is often the case, it was Annika who started explaining what this was all about...
"When we came for this holiday, we wanted to explore the Kimberly area. A real Australia outback adventure. But our dad didn't want us doing it alone and we didn't want to just be part of an organised group tour.."
While the girls had been coy about it, their dad seems to be some sort of billionaire who at the same time indulges his daughters, while also making sure they stay down to earth. The Kimberly area is pretty remote. He might have been a bit overprotective, especially given how savvy and independent the girls seemed, but I could understand his concern.
Anyway, Annika continued...
"But he's now agreed that if you will come as our guide and protector, we can go to the Kimberlies. We told him about your Uni term not quite being over and how you need to work during the holidays to fund your Uni costs. He said we should see if a satellite connection to the internet would let you complete the term on line and that he would pay all costs of the holiday and give you a generous wage to look after us."
My head was spinning as I took in what I heard...
"Does your dad know that the guy who is meant to be protecting his daughters is fucking them both."
It occurred to me she might not know what 'fucking' meant, but she did...
"Yes. Dad knows we are not virgins. But if we are going to make this a sex holiday, he would prefer it to be with one man, rather than a lot.. He was pleased that we are able to share something for a change. He doesn't think that we have been very good at sharing in the past."
"How much have you been telling him about your time here?"
"We speak every day and he knows everything thing that happens. Maybe not in full detail, but nothing is secret."
I had to do a quick mental survey of the issues.
I was up to date in getting all my essays in; indeed there were no more to come. Yes, there was an on line facility to see out the term. But I did have an exam on the 6th December I had to be back for. And as for my usual job, I had a fair idea that as long as I was back on deck for the last crazy week before Christmas, my boss could cover my absence. But these things have to be confirmed.
I explained the position to the girls, who seemed to have the bases already covered...
"We anticipated there might be an exam. Dad will fly us back from wherever we are for your exam and back to Western Australia again if the holiday is unfinished."
"How does he do that?"
"His corporate jet is presently in Australia and will be for the rest of the year."
OK, I was starting to realise I was well out of my league here. But the girls knew that. As I basically accepted their proposition subject to confirming a few small details, the girls showed their excitement by wrapping their hands around my erection and playing with it. Annika turned to Laila and, with a somewhat sarcastic tone, asked...
"Well sister, will we celebrate by sharing him again?"
"That is a good idea sister. I will show you how good at sharing I am by saying you may have him first."
Laila rolled off me and lay alongside, letting Annika fully mount me. She didn't even bother undressing out of her thong bottom, merely pulling the narrow gusset aside, sitting up, pulling my erection to the vertical and easing herself down onto it. Leaning back into a reverse cowgirl position, she started lifting herself up and down on my erection.
Unable, given how far back she was leaning, to suck her nipple, I lifted the hand on the opposite side to where Laila was to let Annika run her breast against it to stimulate her nipple.
Laila in the mean time repositioned herself to kiss me; kneeling alongside me.
That let me slide my hand down between her legs to touch up her vulva and, once I was sure it was ready for it, finger her clit, once again after pulling aside the gusset of her thong bikini bottom.
As Laila became more aroused by my fingering of her, she gave up on kissing me and instead moved her breast over my mouth, pulled aside the small triangle top of her bikini and basically lowered it against my lips; making pretty clear I was meant to suck her nipple.
With one in my mouth and the other alongside it, Laila's dangling breasts -- made look bigger under the effect of gravity - pretty well took up most of my field of vision. And quite a nice one at that.
As I felt Annika lean further back on me, pretty clearly intensifying her rubbing of my shaft against her g spot, my hand could barely reach her breasts, so I instead dropped it to between her legs, to finger her clit as well; extending a finger just for the pleasure of feeling my cock sliding in and out of her as she lifted herself up and down.
It was quite a challenge fingering two clits at the same time. A bit like the patting your head and rubbing your stomach challenge. You tend to synchronise the movement, not necessarily responding to the individual signals of whether you're getting it right. Still, it seemed effective enough; especially for Laila, who's signals I tended to respond to since she wasn't having her g spot stimulated.
It's a strange situation when you've got a woman riding your cock but your focus is actually on the woman with her breast in your mouth who's dripping her juices all over the fingers you've got on her clit. That's not to say I couldn't feel and enjoy my cock being pleasured. But Laila was right over me. I can hear her breathing and listen to her moans -- almost hear her heartbeat - much more intensely than I could hear Annika's.
And Laila's breathing was telling me she was on the verge of cumming. Even in the short time I've known her, it has always been obvious that fingering her brings her to the fastest orgasms; even if she yearns for far less stimulative penetrative sex.
Leaving her breast in my mouth, she moaned as she came; letting me prolong her orgasm as I continued to gently stimulate both her nipple and clit.
When it seemed that the orgasm petered out, she still initially left her breast in my mouth as she cradled my head in her hands; kissing the top of my shoulder. I reciprocated by stopping fingering her clit and instead caressed her back until she withdrew from me and just stroked my hair as she sat alongside.
Which finally opened up my field of vision to Annika.
Annika was leaning back, her mouth hanging open, her eyes sort of rolled back as she sort of panted, moaned and heavy breathed her increasing arousal. Her breasts bounced delightfully as she rode up and down on my shaft. It sort of reminded me of my older sister doing a rising trot at Pony Club; although she had a tight t shirt on.
The fingers I had against her clit told me she was pretty wet too; more so as I amused myself by holding one finger extended out to her vaginal opening; feeling my shaft go in and out of her body.
I was simply along for the ride on this one. The girls don't grip me very tightly when they ride me like this, so while it feels nice, I'm a long way from coming. But then, that has been my general experience with my sexual partners over the years. Unless they really focus on bringing me to a climax, them riding me cowgirl, or even just reverse missionary, rarely does it for me. Not that that's a problem as I usually get to reposition for my own climax.
Laila's head was alongside mine, and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see her watching her sister build to an orgasm nearly as intensely as I was.
Between her facial expressions and her bouncing breasts, it was actually quite a show. Not in any 'put on' actress like way; just as an interesting observation of humans in their most primitive state.
Annika's moan as she finally climaxed was like a prolonged deflation of a balloon as she collapsed forward down onto me, burying her face in the pillow alongside my head making sighing and moaning noises into it.
