It was the third day after Frank's unwelcome visit and I'd been trying to sit at my desk doing the quarterly tax accounts, while being distracted by a pair of beautifully coloured lorikeets flitting nosily about on the branches of the bottle brush tree just outside the window.
The last 48 hours had caused my head to spin as I dealt with, not just the usual fallout from an event like Frank's attempted attack on Amy, but my perverse -- what even seemed to me like perverted --sexual response. I was full of admiration for Amy in so many way. But somehow that had extended to having a sexual response to her that can only be described as like having overdosed on Viagra.
Her presence, even the thought of her presence, had me grow a boner harder than anything I can recall, apart from the time Amy did have me on a high dose of Viagra for a week as we burned through the left overs of a prescription I'd acquired to service Liddy as Amy was away on an extended Outward Bound course. Not just harder; it felt bigger, if only because it made the skin of my shaft feel stretched plus the usual 'three finger widths' measurement I use between the tip of my shaft and my navel as a quick measure of how aroused I am, had narrowed to two finger widths.
Of course, keeping me in some state of constant arousal is part of the girls' plan to keep me able to perform to their desires. Mostly that goes to the way they dress around the house.
With the La Nina weather pattern firmly established -- periodic heavy rain followed by body melting humidity -- and the naked air-conditioning protocol in effect (which held that air-conditioning isn't used until the occupants of the house are all but naked and it's still unbearably hot to the point you're dripping sweat on everything you touch -- which effectively means never), I was dressed in nothing more than my usual pair of swimming briefs. That and the girls fuck me bikinis were more or less the standard household dress between early spring and late autumn. Sometimes topless.
Indeed the swimwear season is deliberately extended by the girls by refusing to close the blinds against the sun while it's out, but then, during the autumn and spring shoulder seasons, making sure they are closed once the sun goes down to keep the captured heat in.
But what I'd been feeling and my reactions to Amy's presence since the event with Frank went well beyond the norm; not just before sex, but after it too, leaving me with a post sex erection that often wouldn't go down and could sometimes be induced to deliver another climax.
Ellen had sussed me out pretty quickly; noticing what was happening and quickly working out why, she wasn't even shy about using the effect to her own benefit, since it made me more vulnerable to her sexual charms too. The last few days had become hyper-sexual -- even by our usual excessive standards. But more to the point, knowing that my erection could be good for a second shot, over the last few days, Ellen would ride me after Amy had taken the cum shot in our group sex until she got a cum shot of her own. In doing that, Ellen completely disregarding the torture she'd put me through as my manhood displayed the usual post climatic sensitivity, although the reward of the mind blowing climax she'd give me was worth it; all while Amy, as sated as Amy can ever be by the activities leading up to the first climax, watched on in bemusement.
On this day, at about 11, I'd watched through my window as Amy jogged up the front drive in a bikini and thongs (flip flops), to get the mail during her morning tea break from her working from home duties.
On our acreage property, the front drive is like our own private road. Immediately beyond the low bottle brushes which the birds were playing around is a grass verge. From that a large natural rock steps the land up to a fair sized bitumen parking area we use when we hold larger social functions; either for my work or, these days, Amy's too.
To the right, beyond that, is a long brush-box fence and gate which delineates the horse paddocks and a large storage shed. To the left is sparse natural bushland where our road winds first to the right -- disappearing momentarily behind the brush-box fence as it services a little side road into that paddock -- and then winds to the left to reappear to finish its 300 meter journey to the front gate with its tall brick boundary from which is hung permanently open iron gates.
Amy had changed from the bikini she'd worn on our morning run and exercise; not surprisingly since we'd all come back covered in sweat with our swimwear running gear soaked from it.
Amy's exercise routines, which she insists I join, and Ellen also usually comes along with, has taken on a new meaning since her run in with Frank. The benefit it provided in preparing herself for the encounter and bravery in carrying it out is still something I'm coming to terms with. But having established the routine, and she admits, rather liking the body of mine she's made me build with it, she's determined to continue with it.
It certainly keeps me at the level of fitness I need to deal with the girls' significant sexual demands. And offers me no shortage of entertainment as I run behind them as they deliberately wiggle their bums at me in those tiny bikinis.
Most days I'll be running behind them with a half boner, just from watching them. But since the events of the last few day, I have to admit, Amy is having a far more powerful effect on me. Now it's a full boner; one so hard it seems to stretch the flesh covering it to near bursting.
And, typical of Amy, she exploits it to the full. When we get down to the exercise bars at McCarr's Creek, she's from early days insisted she stand on my feet and hold on to me as I do my chin ups -- adding her weight to mine. With a half mongrel, she simply put it between her legs, having it poke out from under her bum. With the full hard boner I'm displaying by the time we get down there now, she impales herself on it, having it progressively penetrate her to the extent two layers of swimwear will permit, as I lift myself up and down.
Then repeats the process as I do my pushups -- adding her weight to those too, not by sitting or lying on top of me, as you might imagine, but by holding on face to face underneath me.
Fortunately, at that time of the morning, there's usually no one around; although some embarrassing moments have occurred.
As she jogged up to the letter box, she had on a slightly older bikini. This one had a ruched back which drew the Brazilian cut deeply into her bum crack, moulding itself tightly against her bum, like a colourful butterfly had landed on it and just merged with her flesh. It was always a style I liked; maybe more than the current, almost but not quite, thong styles with their whale tails waist band.
I suspect Amy may have been oblivious to my observation of her. But even without putting on any show, she was a delight to view from behind as she ran.
Her strong, shapely glutes just have this wonderful thing about them as they propel her. Feminine, seductive and yet firm and sexually powerful; as if promising to firmly grip any male organ permitted to come between them, but threatening to crush one that attempts to intrude unwelcomingly.
I watched as she went up the path, momentarily disappeared behind the fence, then re-emerged in profile as she ran the final stretch to the gate; her breasts bouncing teasingly with every stride.
I watched again as she returned; mail, in the form of a couple of letter and a small package, in hand. From a distance, it was her breasts stole your attention; bouncing gently, the nipples teased to high beam by the movement.
But as she got closer, it was impossible not to focus on her pants. The small rectangular patch of her pants bottoms failed to fully cover her sexually provocative mons, with its shapely, inviting bulge. That was normal, and attention drawing enough by itself. But the exercise had cause her pants to show a dark damp line where her crease extended half way vertically up her mons mound.
With the effect she now has on me, I had a full erection in my speedos by the time she disappeared into the house.
