I cupped her breast with one hand, tweaking the nipple, while I fingered her clit with the other; all as I started thrusting.
It was pretty vigorous thrusting. Annika had to brace herself against the bench.
Annika doesn’t make as much noise as Laila, but she made enough to let me know this was working for her. And with the moderately firm grip she had on my shaft, it was working for me too.
I took my time, letting me and my erection wallow in the privilege of exciting myself in Annika’s vagina. Slowly I felt my balls brew up as Annika too responded to the triple stimulation of her nipples, clit and g spot.
She went first, her contractions bearing down on my shaft as I took the final few thrusts that would tip me over into my own climax; leaving me standing there, fully penetrated into Annika as I pumped my seed into her.
It was only yesterday they dragged me back to this unit to act out their sexual fantasies. And yet, it already seemed like we had fallen into some sort of pattern.
We hung around the unit, mostly sitting out on the patio, for what little remained of the day; the girls going all out to prick tease me in their minimalist bikini state.
Then they took me out to dinner again; leaving me staring across the table at their breasts all but hanging out of the plunging neckline of their dresses.
A walk on the beach followed before we prepared ourselves for bed where I found myself lying naked between two beautiful girls who were equally naked.
And this was where I made up for the lack of intimacy the earlier encounter over the kitchen bench had left me with.
It was impossible not to grow a boner as I climbed onto the bed between them. Which meant, as I responded to their desire for a goodnight kiss and cuddle I was already fully prepped for what would follow. Because it was never going to be just a kiss and cuddle.
I had already discovered that threesomes can be a bit stressful.
Who gets the first kiss and the fucking that will inevitably flow from it? Do I dump a load in the first one and then wait to refract for the second, or do I make sure I bring the first one to a quick orgasm so my cock is already primed for the second? What If my cock is already well brewed up by the time I start on the second and I go off prematurely?
I laid on my back momentarily, almost waiting for the girls to decide the issue.
Predictably, Laila was the first one to lean over me to instigate some action.
Her words were ‘goodnight’ as she leaned over me and started kissing me, but she quickly intertwined our bodies, in good time, rolled us both onto our sides and, as she did, slid my shaft into her body.
What followed was a prolonged pashing; our hands and tongues each exploring the other’s body, Laila grinding down on my shaft to maintain full penetration and maybe find some stimulation at the same time. She wasn’t in a hurry and nor was I. After a while, she rolled herself on top of me and ground herself, by rubbing her clit on my pubis, to an orgasm in reverse missionary position.
She rested on me for a bit after her climax had passed before she went to roll me on top. I resisted…
“I’d better see what Annika wants.”
I turned to Annika and raised my eyebrows. She nodded in response. I whispered in Laila’s ear…
“It’s wanted elsewhere.”
Then I rolled us both onto our sides and withdrew from Laila before turning to face Annika. There we started much the same process; penetration and a prolonged, body intertwined pashing session. Some might find these sessions a bit tedious; a sort of ‘get on with it’ moment. I don’t and, it seems, neither do the girls. It is not in any way a penis driven moment and nor is it intended to drive one towards a climax.
What it does do is really make you feel at one with your partner; heightening your senses in a way I find makes the full on sex, when it comes, all the more intense. Being bound together by having my erection deep inside their bodies is a part of that becoming one; after all, physically or spiritually, what can be more effective than that. That’s not to say the erection is completely ignored. Every so often, one of us pushes down hard to make sure the penetration is as deep as it can go, and usually has a bit of a pleasurable little grind in the process.
As our passions fire up, one of us makes to move to start the real sex. I try and let the girls do that as often as possible and this time, like I did with Laila, it was Annika who made the move to roll on top of me. She sat up into a cowgirl position, leaning back and driving herself to a g spot orgasm while I fingered her clit and nipple.
Then it was my turn; on top, looking down at a beautiful woman as my manhood slides in and out of her body, pleasuring itself with every movement, ever so slowly brewing up until that moment comes where you hit the point of no return. I find there is no fixed response to that moment. Yes, just before the critical moment, the last thrust or two provide a fantastically pleasurable response. But there’s little you can do to extract a few more of them. You are going to cum. You can’t stop it, you can’t really intentionally delay it, and all you can really do is make sure you get the best out of those first few pulses of cum being shot up your shaft.
I listen to my body in those moments. Sometimes it say to plunge yourself deeply in and freeze there. Other times it tells you to thrust like crazy even as the pulses spray your seed into her body.
This one was a thrust like crazy; pumping away until your body tells you to stop.
It was nice; a lovely way to finish the night. But in terms of the sex I’ve shared with the girls since I met them, it was very much a quickie. She came quickly, and I followed her example. It was after all meant to be a goodnight cuddle, not an all night marathon.
The night that followed was undisturbed; least of all by any middle of the night requests for sex by the girls. We seemed, even at this stage to be getting in some sort of pattern.
But what they missed out on during the night, they made up for in the morning.
I had spooned myself against Annika’s back as I fell asleep and woke early to find my erection resting between her legs and in her crease. She was already awake and, on sensing my return to the living, slid me into her body and instigated what I suppose you’d call on your side doggy style. Able to stimulate her nipples and clit, I got her to come pretty quickly. But clamping her vagina down on my shaft, and thrusting herself against my shaft, she made sure I came too.
There was no falling back to sleep after that. We both got up; me having breakfast to prepare myself for another day of Uni. But half an hour later Laila came out, stark naked, dragged me back into the bedroom, put a pillow under her butt and had me bang away at her — in the most pleasurable way of course.
She knew I was short of time, so gripped me tightly too; making us both cum within moments of each other.
The next few days followed much the same pattern; sex when I got home from Uni, sex as we fell asleep and sex in the morning; sometimes with one cum shot, sometimes with two. There was less pattern to that.
The girls well understood the power of their bodies and used it too the full; the bikinis, low plunging dresses and sometimes just their nakedness, making sure getting me to get it up was pretty easy to achieve. And they were just as instant about objectifying my body.
But I noticed as the days passed, what seemed to be their clear plan for their time in Australia was drifting. They were less sure when they would move on from Sydney and even less sure where they would go next. I was really enjoying being with them, so if they’d spend a few more days in Sydney, that would be great.
But they took me completely by surprise by the plan they proposed to me as I came home on the fifth day.
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