But other times it was nothing more than a direct, playful, grope. Or a very intimate hug with sensuous kiss.
It made me feel like I was back in my younger virginal days when it really didn’t take much contact with a girl to set me embarrassingly off.
It soon seemed like the sexual play started to be more important to them than catching any waves.
It was Laila who first suggested we go back to the unit; maybe just in time, because she was getting handisie enough I thought she was going to get me to fuck her out the back of the surf break. It was something quickly agreed to by Annika. They started to drag me out of the water, except I had one small problem. Well, the problem was that it wasn’t that small. It was OK for them. All they had to do was reset their bikini tops back over the breast where they belonged. But I had a full boner that was standing very proudly and obviously in my tightly fitted speedos. There was no way I could walk out of the water like that. All I could do was send them ahead while I caught another wave or two without their groping of me to let it settle down.
Annika looked at my crotch as I exited the water…
“Is it better now?”
“Yes thank you.”
Still dressed only in their bikinis, and without trying to dry themselves — or leaving me time to do myself – the girls led me to the ramp off the beach that was nearest to the cold water shower; stopping there to rinse off the salt and sand.. With our swimwear soaking wet, even after towelling ourselves, they started the walk along the promenade, still dressed only in their bikinis.
Still, by now they’d got the vibe that if you were only dressed in swimwear — and very little of it at that — it was best to walk along the beach or parkland; only crossing Bondi Road when you were adjacent to their unit.
We’d only just got in the door and closed it behind us when Laila jumped me with a bear hug, wrapped her legs around my thighs and asked — or rather demanded…
“I have been feeling like sex all day. Can we have some serious sex please.”
Once again, I had to be amused by her strange way of expressing things in English; although understandable when it’s not her native language.
“What do you mean by really serious sex?”
“Lots of banging.”
“I didn’t think girls liked just getting banged.”
“You do it very well.”
“What about Annika.”
I looked towards her. She starred back at me, with a bit of a grin, knowing her sister had expressed it strangely, nodding her head…
“Annika wants banging too.”
“Would you like to be banged over the kitchen bench?”
Laila looked across to Annika, who again nodded her head…
“The kitchen bench sounds good.”
I started carrying her towards the island bench, managing to pull as I went the strings of her bikini top with the same hands that were supporting her weight. As I eased her down, she hung up on my erection momentarily, bending it down between her legs. I pulled back to release it as I peeled off the now slack triangles of her top, and turned her around, bending her over the bench.
I turned back to Annika, who was just watching…
“Would you like me to carry you too?”
She grinned at me again…
“I like the sound of that.”
I lifted Annika with two arms horizontally across my body; her bottom dropping just far enough that my erection was poking into her bum cheek. She looked up and me, smiling like a Cheshire cat…
“This is very sexy; being carried off to be sexed to.”
“I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to do more carrying of you.”
I’d deliberately captured the lower string tie of her bikini top in my hand as I’d picked her up. Now as I put her down, I pulled the tie to release it and pulled the top over her head. Turning her around, I bent her over the bench too; closely against Laila.
I fondled their extremely cute bottoms as I stepped back for a better view…
“Well, these had better come off…”
I knelt down behind Laila and pulled her pants to the floor, crabbing on my knees across to Annika to do the same. Standing up, I dropped my own swimmers to the floor and kicked them off.
Bending over on top of both of them, so I was half on each, kissing their delightful backs, I reached down with an open palm to lightly grope both of their vulvas, seeing what state they were in.
Laila’s was highly aroused; her labia spread open and a warm moist feeling through her crotch that went beyond any water wetness left by her bikini bottom. Emboldened, I ran two finger through the floor of her vulva, feeling her already swollen clit and a receptive vaginal opening. That gave me some indication she was ready for some fingering.
Annika’s was less certain. Her labia were open, but maybe not as clearly. I lightly brushed my open palm across the top of her labia; wanting to complete her arousal but also to make sure I didn’t prematurely touch up her more sensitive areas. But they responded quickly and soon I felt confident enough to finger her too.
“Who goes first.”
Laila quickly replied…
“Me please.”
“Is that OK with Annika?”
“Yes.”
Still fingering Annika, I fingered Laila a bit more, penetrating her with my fingers before centring my hips over hers, bending my erection down and vaginally penetrating her. It went in wet and easily, as if she was ready to swallow it whole.
Lying diagonally enough across their backs that I could kiss Annika’s, I circled my erection inside of Laila, screwing it about as I got the measure of how I make love to two women at once at the angle I was at.
Tentatively, given my angled approach, I withdrew a bit from Laila and thrust back in, screwing it about again. Laila gave me an encouraging hum.
But I sensed I wasn’t hitting her g spot; and if I didn’t do that, I wasn’t sure I could get a climax from her. I stood a bit taller, using her pelvic floor muscles as a pivot to force my erection down onto the front wall of her vagina more firmly. Then I shortened my strokes; trying to maximise the contact of the bell of my cock with her g spot. Using the now only spare hand to wrap around Laila’s upper torso, I then started tweaking her nipple too.
Laila’s breathing, and the noises she was making soon told me we moved from mildly pleasurable to highly stimulatory.
As for Annika, she was getting pretty worked up too. I’d stuck my thumb as deeply into her vagina as I could, pressing hard down on the front wall, trying to stimulate her g spot as I continued to finger her clit. I wasn’t certain my thumb could get deep enough, but suspected it could.
And it proved to be right. Although by now I’d learnt that Annika wasn’t as vocal as her sister, it was clear she was getting pretty aroused too.
For myself, what I was doing was exciting, novel and very pleasant, but I wasn’t going to cum to it. It just wasn’t stimulating my cock enough. Which in a way was good. I didn’t want to cum prematurely. I was confident I’d be given my turn in good time.
With both her g spot and clit being stimulated, Annika came first. A good one as far as I could tell as she moaned and squirmed about on the bench.
As soon as Annika’s orgasm had spent itself, I realigned myself to be entirely over and behind Laila. That let me cup and fondle her other breast and really start to go to town on her. If she wanted banging; then banging was what she was going to get.
Except she didn’t get much. Because 30 seconds after I started, she had a massive orgasm; squirting all over my leg as she moaned and cried out. I slowed down, slowly thrusting until her orgasm also ran its course, gently kissing her back.
As her contractions ceased and her moaning quietened, I just lay across her back, my erection still delightfully fully penetrated in the welcoming environment of her vagina. I contemplated how to finish this. As pleasurable as it was, I didn’t feel as though just keeping banging her like I had been was going to get me to orgasm very quickly. If I asked Laila to grip me a bit tighter, I was sure I could get there eventually; maybe even quickly if she gripped tightly enough.
But for me it lacked something. As beautiful and feminine as their sculptured backs were and as cute as their arses were, fucking them bent over a cold, stone, kitchen bench was very much a cock driven form of sex. It lacked an intimacy and human connection that I’d come — even in the short time I’d known them — to value as a precious part of my sexual interaction with them. But then, maybe I’m out of fashion. I know both men and women are supposed to like doggy style, and this was just a variant of that.
But I felt they both offered much more than that; especially when our bodies could be intimately intertwined, face to face, as I did a horizontal dance of love with them.
I doubted either of them was entirely finished with their sexual intentions for the day. I could just take the orgasm now, and hope for better later on.
In the few moments those thought passed through my head, Laila made her own evaluation of the situation…
“Have you cum?”
“Not yet.”
“Don’t you want to? Or do you want to cum in Annika?”
“Yes I want to cum. But I’m aware Annika hasn’t been penetrated if that was something she wanted to happen.”
“You know you made me squirt.”
“Isn’t that good?”
“In terms of a great orgasm, yes. But once you get off me I’ll have to clean us both up.”
“That’s OK with me.”
“Well, I’m pinned to the bench at the moment. You might need to release me.”
I withdrew from her and stood up. Laila slipped out from under me and headed into the bedroom to get a towel and Annika, still bent over the bench, waiting for something to happen piped up…
“Yes, I’d like to you to penetrate me too before you finish.”
Again I marvelled — if that is the right word — at the strange conversations I found myself having with the girls; largely because of our language differences and their sometimes convoluted translations. But it sort of settled the where and when of my finish.
I stood behind her and guided my erection into a very wet vagina. I pulled Annika back a bit, so only her head and shoulders were over the bench. If we were going to do it this way, I wanted to do it properly and that meant having easy access to her clit and breasts.
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