The Outback Road Trip Ch. 01

This was reinforced when she started to caress my chest and arm muscles, tensed up by the way they were supporting me, commenting...

"I like feeling your strong muscles."

I was brewing up, but very slowly. In a way I was quite pleased when her grip tightened up enough to accelerate the build of my climax. It's not so much being bored with what I was doing, as starting to wonder whether I was taking too long from her point of view and that detracts from my own pleasure.

I let out a moaning groan, as much because I felt the need to, but also to signal to her that things were happening and I wasn't going to spend the whole day hammering her vagina.

As my cock warmed up and the feeling of each thrust became that much more pleasurable, I didn't hold back from groaning a bit more. All until I got that incredibly powerful erotic pleasure of the final thrust or two before the release. You wish you could hold it longer, because it is nearly as pleasurable as the actual release. But of course -- mostly -- you can't. When I felt it with my next to last thrust, I paused; trying to extend the moment. But realising, if I didn't take the next one, I was going to cum anyway, I took that final, mind blowing, thrust, holding my penetration of her deeply as the first pulses of my climax filled her vagina with my cum.

Then I took a couple more thrusts, which seemed to prolong my orgasm, before collapsing down on her and groaning into the bed as I used a jerking motion to draw out every last moment of my climax.

As is so often the case with my sex with the girls, my erection was reluctant to go down, and just as hesitant to exit the warm embrace of her body. I loitered on top of her for a few minutes, caressing her cheek with mine, stealing the occasional kiss and generally enjoying the embrace of her body.

But with Laila waiting outside I eventually felt it was time to finish our sexual interaction. I knelt up straddling her, my erection popping out to the vertical as I pulled it out of her. I could see her staring at it before she commented with a grin...

"It is once again hard after we finish our sex. I am glad that it had a good time."

I smiled back at her...

"It had a very nice time. I hope you did too."

"Yes I did, thank you."

I climbed off the bed and started to dress as I watched her sit up and climb off the bed too. Once we were both ready, we exited the room to find Laila sitting at the dining table, looking at her lap top before turning and commenting...

"You weren't as noisy as usual. While you were busy. I did some research. What you gave me was a cervical orgasm. They are meant to be very good, but not easy to obtain. We will have to work out ways of giving me more."

I turned to Annika, who rolled her eyes at her sister's expectations.

Laila had changed into a dry bikini after we came back from our walk and Annika, who'd initially exited the bedroom naked, now followed suit. I'd chosen a very loose pair of running shorts, to give my cock a bit of airing.

In that state, we chilled out; watching Netflix for a while, the girls sitting either side of me on the lounge close enough that I had nowhere to put my arms except along the back of the lounge and over their shoulders. In a way, we were all anxious to start our road trip tomorrow morning, and this was just passing time until we could pick up our truck.

Predictably, Laila hadn't been able to help herself as we watched the TV. The hand she rested on my upper thigh snuck up the loose leg of my shorts and fingered my balls enough to cause an erection; something it was already primed to just by the closeness with which the girls sat next to me.

Between episodes of the show we were watching, she wrapped her hand around the erection and looked at me with a cheeky grin...

"You're very easy to arouse, aren't you."

I turned towards her, very deliberately and obviously scanned my view of her from her face down to the crotch of her bikini then turned towards Annika and did the same before turning back to Laila and smiling at her...

"I'm sitting next to two very attractive and lovely ladies, sexily dressed in tiny bikinis and resting against me, with one with her hand up my pants playing with my cock. I think my reactions are pretty normal."

"My boyfriend didn't get an erection that easily and took forever to get another one when he prematurely ejaculated."

"Well, I think he had very poor responses to such a lovely woman. You are better off without him. But I suspect I'm closer to the norm in my reactions, especially for younger people like us. So don't be put off by one guy. Men are strongly programmed to respond to women. Sometimes it's nearly impossible not to, even if you're trying to suppress it."

Laila let out a little laugh...

"Like when you want to get out of the water after we've been playing with you?"

"Yes, very much like that."

"Do you mind?"

"Laila, what we are sharing at the moment is a very unique experience. For a young man like myself, it is very special. It will probably never be repeated in my lifetime. So I think it is best to enjoy it now, even if I do get embarrassed sometimes."

As the next episode started, we refocused on the TV. Laila never the less continuing to hold onto my manhood. It's funny how you grow up -- in a manner of speaking. If a girl had handled me the way Laila was just a few years ago, I probably would have ejaculated all over her hand by now. Much the same with the way the girls have being sexualising their playing with me whenever where in the water. My cum would have been swimming all around them. Now it just feels nice. Arousing? Yes. Climatic or anything near it? No.

When dinner came around, I was surprised the girls still wanted to dress for it; over and above just pulling on one of their mini skirts and a crop top. The restaurant wasn't that fancy.

But they did. Not to the standard they'd done in Sydney -- especially for Annika. But they both put on the sort of sheath, spandex, dresses they might have worn to a birthday party for girls very confident of their bodies; the ones with high hem lines, plunging necklines and very thin material. As usual, Laila took it to the greatest extreme; the top of her dress showing not just generous cleavage, but side boob and, when looked at from the side, a tunnel of under-boob as well. And nipples on high beam.

Which made for a very distracted dinner. And while I might be somewhat used to is by now and hadn't lacked for views of their bare breasts often enough, it's amazing on the effect it still has on a male almost helpless to the effect of female sexuality. Including a half mongrel in my pants for most of dinner. Laila was right about me being easy to arouse.

There was a growing sense of excitement as we climbed naked into bed. The moment when we'd pick up the truck early the next morning was getting closer.

The main bed in the apartment was queen sized, not the king sized one we'd had in Sydney, so the three of us in it -- with me in the middle -- was somewhat more cosy. Funny, there was a second single bed in the room, but no-one suggested it be used.

The fact there would be sex was a foregone conclusion. The question with our threesome always is, what sort? Taking turns or multiple players? And do I climax once or twice?

Annika and Laila had a bit of a conversation in Swedish and it was decided they'd take turns; with Annika first.

She just wanted missionary sex with a pillow under her hips to give her a better angle for my shaft to pleasure her g spot. That was my favourite too.

After a bit of very intimate foreplay, including where I fingered her clit and digitally penetrated her to make sure her g spot would be receptive, I mounted her and started 'hammering' -- to use Laila's expression -- away at her.

She came remarkably quickly, making me wonder whether I'd overdone the foreplay to the extent I'd brought her to the edge of a climax. What surprised me was that, as soon as her climax started, she gripped my shaft very tightly; something Annika rarely does.

The effect on me was predictable. As I kept thrusting through her climax, I very quickly brewed up myself and the first pleasurable pulses of my own climax were hosing Annika's vagina with my cum before her climax had finished.

As soon as Laila sensed my climax had finished, she cuddled up to my back and literally pulled me off Annika; pulling my still hard erection out of her in the process. Rolling me over to face her she told me...

"I want to try something different. It might take a bit longer and I wanted to make sure you had a fresh erection for the job. So we need to make this thing go down and refresh itself."

She started playing with my shaft as she pushed herself against me and kissed me; in the process triggering it to go flaccid. Once she sensed that, she separated from me and sat up...

"Now we have to refresh it."

Grabbing a damp cloth, I hadn't seen her place there, off the bedside table, she thoroughly washed my penis. It wasn't difficult to guess she was about to do something that Annika had done on the day I met them, to get me to a quick refreshment of my erection.

Kneeling between my legs, she bent over and took the whole of my flaccid penis into her mouth, sucking it and swirling it around inside her mouth with her tongue. Then she went deeper and took my balls into her mouth too, licking them.

Taking half of it out of her mouth, she clamped her lips on my shaft and sucked at it while she gently pulled at it, extending my soft cock until it would extend no more.

Then it was back into her mouth for another swirl and suck.

As Annika found out -- or maybe already knew -- it was a remarkably effective way of refreshing an erection. Three cycles of that and I felt it start to fill with blood. Laila sensing the obvious, put even more effort into the next cycle and ended with a full, very hard erection in her mouth. Pulling it out, she observed...

"I think it is ready for me. I will present myself to you."

She laid on her back and, in a feat that impressed me, pulled both her legs up so her knees were basically next to her breasts, her body slightly curled to get them there...

"My research said this is a good way of getting deep penetration if I can't ride you like a horse. They called it origami position. Can you go as deep as you can please."

I sort of sniggered as I positioned myself on my knees in front of her...

"Shouldn't we have some foreplay first?"

"Sucking you did it for me. And you look as though you are ready."

OK, I thought. She's the boss and should know whether she is ready. And she certainly looked ready; well open labia and a vaginal opening that looked like it was begging for an erection to enter it. I was about to penetrate her when Annika, sort of shouted...

"Stop."

I looked at Annika, who was folding up a bath towel...

"My sister seems to squirt when you do this to her. We'd better protect the bed."

She placed the towel carefully under Laila's hips and extending to where I was kneeling.

"OK, now you can fuck her."

Lovely, I thought. One sister giving me permission to fuck the other. It was a strange world I was living in at the moment.

Mounting Laila. in that position wasn't as easy as I thought it might be. Getting penetration was the simple part and I certainly felt as if it was going deep; once again giving me that feeling I was up against her cervix. What was difficult was supporting your weight. In the position she was in, I felt if I put my weight on her, I'd sort of break her. So I had to carry my weight on my arms and knees.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Screw your shaft around on my cervix on full penetration and do very short, gentle and frequent thrusts against it."

In a way, the screwing about was easier, since all I had to move were my hips. So that's what I started with. At first I didn't get much of a reaction but it didn't take too long for her to start making the short sharp 'oh-ing' noises she'd made before, more so as I moved into the gently jabbing thrusts she'd also asked for.

Then her whole body started quivering as she progressed to the long, stuttering, 'ooooohhhhs' that marked an actual cervical orgasm.

I was pleased that I was getting such obvious signals that I was having the effect on her that she desired.

Now familiar with the cyclic nature of these orgasms, and with the fact they seemed to become more intense with every cycle I was even more pleased as, by the fourth cycle the period between orgasms seemed to have reduced to almost nothing and her body was now almost violently shaking as her vocalisations got louder.

The only thing was, I wasn't sure when the moment would come to bring this thing to an end. It seemed like it was something that could go on forever, especially as there was nothing in her light grip on me or my movements that would readily bring me to my own climax.

I was starting to contemplate taking control and just thrusting in a way that would brew me up when, with the fifth cycle her shaking became even more violent -- to the point I almost wondered if her arms and legs would separate from her body -- and she cried out...

"Hammer me."

That was the invitation I had been waiting for. And I did. Long, hard, thrusts, angled to aim at the g spot, but not going so deep as to crash against her cervix.

It took only four, of what was for me were, incredibly pleasurable thrusts, before she almost screamed out the groan of her g spot orgasm, somehow lifting the hips of her contorted body up and throwing them about, squirting prolifically and making it really difficult to keep my erection in her with the long thrusts I been using.

I shortened my thrusts to a deeper cycle to try and pin her as I felt her grip me more tightly. But it was more than just the incredible pleasure I felt in my erection that quickly started to brew me up. There was something about her level of stimulation which was contagious; visually as her gorgeous body squirmed and moved about under me, and emotionally as her level of pleasure transmitted itself to me.

As I had earlier in the day with her, I started climaxing well before she'd finished hers; battling to keep my cum pumping shaft in her moving body. The pulses were intensely pleasurable, but some of that was lost in the battle to stay penetrated.

When I eased up my thrusting as my climax passed, while hers was still raging, she almost yelled at me...

"Keep hammering."

It seems my thrusting prolongs and increases the pleasure of her orgasm, so in a way, I wasn't surprised. And positioned as she was, she wasn't able to do the thrusting herself as she'd done earlier in the day.

But my orgasm was over. I could thrust for a while in a way that felt a little bit good, but that soon turned to that post ejaculation uncomfortable sensitivity that nature has built into the male penis. I was grunting in discomfort as much as for the effort of what I was doing.

As I felt the first sign of softness creep into my shaft, I intentionally let it fall out of her, instead grinding my pubis against her clit to try and satisfy her needs.

Fortunately it didn't last much beyond that and her orgasm instead turned into that intense degree of passion she displays post climax; even more intense with these cervical orgasms.

Annika gave her sister a few moments before commenting over our pressed together bodies...

"Well, that was quite a display. But we have a big day tomorrow. I think we should clean up the mess you've made and get to sleep."

The night was surprisingly uneventful. Surprising because I usually get asked for sex by at least one of the girls in the middle of the night.

And that continued on as we got up and ready to head off to the yard where our hire truck awaited us. The girls keenness to get the show on the road seemed to suppress their sexual desires.

The process of getting out of the shop and on the road wasn't a quick one. They wanted to give us a full briefing on the truck, and that involved a compulsory watching of an instructional video. Plus we had to pack in, not just the gear we'd brought along with us, but also the extra safety gear that the girls had ordered.

So it was mid to late morning before we drove out of the shop and headed on the highway South.

We were headed for the township of Katherine, a 350km trip, expected to take a bit less than four hours of driving time.

On the way, we'd be passing some of the Northern Territory's prime tourist spots -- Litchfield National Park and Kakadu National Park. But the girls' plan was to visit them on the way back. They were keen to get out into the real outback before the monsoons set in. Plus they had planned to get me back to Sydney for my exam by flying out of Kununurra and their timing for that didn't allow for stops in these other places on the way out.

After allowing for some refueling and food stops, taken at any opportunity given the remoteness of the towns we went through, we arrived in Katherine mid afternoon.

I had found the trip an interesting one. We'd all had a turn driving, so that was normal.

What wasn't really normal was Laila's sexual restlessness. It really left me wondering how she got on at home before I came along and thinking I should have taken the time to give her a good fucking before we'd got up that morning.

On our two stops, she wanted me to go into the rest rooms with her to...well... you know what. She was a bit annoyed that I declined. I just don't fancy sex in those sort of environments; but maybe I was being too mean and narrow minded.

Then as Annika drove she wanted me to be in the back seat with her. Frankly, when you're travelling down an outback highway, in a 4WD vehicle at 120km per hour, there was no way I wasn't going to have my seat belt properly fastened. So there was definitely a limit to what she was going to achieve with me; but I knew there were some possibilities, so I agreed.

I sat by the passenger side window while she buckled up into the centre seat.

As soon as we were back on the road, she started kissing me. Then she moved my hand into her crotch, to find she was commando under her short mini skirt.

So, predictably, I found myself fingering her. Once she'd got me started on that, she pulled down the front of the plunging neckline of her crop top to expose her breasts. As tempting as it was to bend down to suck them, it wasn't safe, so I played with her nipples with my other hand.

She exposed my manhood by pulling down the waistband of my shorts and started to play with the erection she had generated and released. But I really had no desire to cum in the back of the car. Her playing with my shaft was pleasant, but not stimulatory enough to trigger an orgasm, so I left her to it.

It took about five minutes to bring her to a climax; fingering only her clit, since I didn't want her squirting in the car either. As her orgasms went, it was relatively low key; some humming, and squirming about in her seat belt, but nothing too loud or violent. It was followed by her usual passionate kissing, this time accompanied by her vigorously jerking my erection.

I gently pulled her hand off my erection...

"I don't need you to do that."

"You know this was just a teaser. I'm going to want a lot more when we get a chance."

"All the more reason not to drain my erection."

For the rest of the trip, or so much of it as I wasn't the driver for, she seemed to be contented with holding my hand against her mons, letting me gently stroke her mons and labia, with an occasional brush across her clit.

But I could sense that, by the time we pulled into Katherine, she was as randy as hell.

We checked into the nicest motel in Katherine that the girls' research could find; not really needing to use the camping gear at this stage.