A Day at the Beach Ch 04

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.

Laila waited until Annika lifted her head and started kissing me before asking...

"Well sister, can I share him now."

I could see their father's comment had started something, clearly, since they did it in English, intended to amuse me.

Annika looked across at her, then rolled off me -- extracting my still erect shaft from her body as she did so. Laila looked down at my erection and asked...

"Have you...hmm...ejakulera...hmm...I think you say cum...yet?"

"No I have not cum, or as we might say, ejaculated, yet."

"Well it is time for you to do so."

Laila laid herself out flat alongside me, spreading her leg, as she turned her head back to me...

"You may [ha samlag]...hmm..bang me and have your turn."

It occurred to me I really needed to give Laila some more decorous way of expressing in English her offering herself up for missionary position sex; although the big grin on her face as she said it made me suspect she knew damn well what she was saying.

I rolled on top of her, my sticky, damp, erection dropping between her legs and against her very wet crease. I lifted my hips up to guide my erection into her, but her hand beat mine to the task and I quickly found the tip of my shaft placed in her vaginal opening.

It only took the most gentle of pushes to fully penetrate her very receptive vagina.

The message I was pretty sure I'd received from her was that I was going for my own orgasm, and she was taking the cum shot. That was rather than giving her another; if for no other reason than by now, in this position, we'd worked out a pillow under her hips gave her a good orgasm but without it she probably wouldn't be brought to one. She'd had plenty of time to position a pillow and hadn't done so, and she was nothing if not a woman who knew how to get her way.

As I liked to do, I lifted myself on straightened arms. It gives me the best control over my thrusts and the delightful sight of the beautiful woman -- and her gorgeous, sexually provocative, breasts -- under me.

As I started thrusting, I found she had only a moderate grip on me. She certainly wasn't trying to bring me to a fast climax.

The only way of describing the five minutes or so that followed was that I pleasured myself in her vagina; varying my thrusts to make each one as delightfully erotic as I could while visually taking in the privilege of fucking an incredibly beautiful woman.

She smiled up at me; seemingly encouraging me to take my time and make the best of it. Really conveying the sense she was gaining enjoyment from watching my enjoyment, something reinforced as she lifted her arm to stroke my cheek and blurted out half way through...

"You know, you look really cute and incredibly manly when you're having sex."

I blushed before responding...

"And you are an incredibly beautiful woman at any time."

After about that five minutes, I felt her grip tighten a bit. Not crushingly, but enough to accelerate my climax. It was like I could feel my shaft warming and my balls brewing up.

Then came those final couple of thrusts that generate a heightened pleasure as a warning I was about to dump my load. And dump my load in her I did as those first few pulses of cum shooting up my shaft sent the most wonderful feelings of rapture to my brain; making me groan and collapse onto Laila, face planted in the bed moaning and pumping as my body directed the the plan to extract every last drop of joy from the experience.

As often happens with these really good climaxes, my cock wasn't in any hurry to go flaccid and I wasn't in any hurry to take it out. Nor it seemed was Laila in any hurry to have me remove it as she cuddled me as I lay on top of her; trying to support most of my weight on my elbows and knees.

Still, there was a limit to everything and the girls' proposal meant I had much to do in the way of research and planning.

Eventually I pulled my erection out of her -- because it still was an erection, and sat up to pull a pair of swimmers on.

Annika wrapped her hand around my shaft just before I tucked it in...

"It is still hard. Are you sure it doesn't want more?"

"It is very empty, but in the presence of such beautiful women it likes to pretend it is better than it is."

"Is that the case?"

She grinned at me as she took over the job of stretching the front of my swim briefs over the towering erection, patting it gently as she stood up...

"I will get us some cold drinks to have on the patio."

I took my laptop with me so I could confirm the availability of on line learning and double check what exams I might have to attend in person. Annika put a beer in my hand and sat across my lap; moving my computer up onto her lap, there as I continued my research.

It took a while, but it was as I hoped. What little remained could be done on line and there was only one on site exam. I sent emails to my tutors, letting them know what would be happening; taking a bit of pressure off trying to see them all in person tomorrow.

Then I phoned my holiday work boss. A bit of sweet talking had him on board with me being back for the last week before Christmas.

That put the girls into action. They'd pretty well done their research already. They knew what 4WD truck they wanted to hire and confirmed their reservation. They also booked business class tickets for us to Darwin.

But they had also been thorough. They'd explored the list of equipment that came as standard with the hire truck and decided it wasn't enough for a safe trip. They'd found an 4WD equipment store in Darwin not too far from the rental business and arranged for a package consisting of mudboards, a fold up camping spade, some waterproof torches, a snatch strap, a tyre gauge, a battery operated tyre pump with two batteries and a battery charger to be packaged up and sent to the rental place ready for our arrival.

By the time that flurry of activity was over, it was nearly 6pm. With daylight saving in operation, the sun was still high -- well, highish - in the sky and the day still hot; our bodies covered in the sweat of our activities; starting of course with the sex, but including the pressure of arranging everything.

Laila said we should go for a dip at the beach before dinner.

By now the girls were pretty well treating the beach like it was their backyard; the main indicator of which was the fact they felt no inhibitions about just ducking down to the beach in whatever tiny bikini they had on. It had got to the point they didn't even bother with towels; or maybe just had one between us so we had something to hide the unit keys in. Since they only had to exit the unit block and cross a road before they were in the park abutting the beach, they weren't being that outrageous about it. But some of their bikinis were pretty out there and certainly were distracting to any male who happened to share the unit block lift with us.

After walking up to the nearest set of flags, it wasn't much more than a dip that we took. A mere frolic in the water, which by now had become little more than the girls groping me as they played in the water with me, and me groping them in return. Which of course left me with an erection, making it necessary for me to catch a couple of waves as I waited for it to go down before I could join them on the beach.

We rinsed ourselves under the cold water shower on the promenade and headed back to the unit; mostly already drip dried by the time we got to the unit block.

Most nights until now, we'd gone out for dinner. Given how sensuous the girls always looked in the dresses they put on for dinner, that was something of a treat in itself. Sexy doesn't always have to be having no clothes on or nothing more than a tiny bikini, and the girls clearly knew how to do sexy in a dress.

But there's a limit on how often you want to go out to dinner and for this night I'd said I do the cooking. It was nothing special, just a paella that was something of my speciality. I'd told them the ingredients we'd need and they'd got them during the day.

So as soon as we got back I found myself standing in the kitchen in my swimmers, cutting up the chicken and other ingredients and measuring out the rice to go into the paella pot. In anticipation of our adventure being approved the girls had also bought a couple of bottles of champagne. Now normally, if I had been buying, I would have had to say 'bubbly' because I would have gone to the expense of the proper French stuff. Not the girls. They went for the Magnum. And two between three of us? It made me wonder what they had in mind.

The first toasts to our roadtrip was with some very full flutes while I was cooking.

The second and third were with equally full flutes as we had dinner.

As the girls got drunker, they got friskier. By the time we finished eating the paella, I had one sitting on each of my thighs, taking turns feeding me as they brushed their bikini sheathed breasts across my cheek and played with my erection.

In anticipation of what I thought might be ahead, and knowing that alcohol was not conducive to maintaining an erection, I was trying to reduce my consumption of the champagne while the girls were increasingly just guzzling theirs and beginning to wonder whether one male with one penis was going to be enough to see us through.

The girls had bought some ice cream and chocolate sauce for dessert After Annika served it to us in plates, it quickly turned into a cross between a food fight and an orgy.

It started when Annika had a spoonful slip off her spoon and onto her breasts -- I'm not going to say it was an accident -- and had me eat and lick it off her breast. Laila of course followed and Annika instigated a second round of it, this time making sure and exposed nipple was the centre of attention By the time I'd finished that serving, they were both pretty aroused.

Laila followed that by dropping a very generous, chocolate sauce soaked spoonful down onto my stomach, where it quickly slid down to lodge itself between my lower stomach and the swimwear sheathed erection the girls playing with me had induced.