Fifty Cent Piece Ch. 03

"Fuck Anna, that's so good," I panted, my breathing becoming more and more ragged. "Can I come?"

Although Anna's mouth was otherwise engaged her eyes smiled at me and I let myself go. I began to come, my spunk shot into her hot mouth, each spurt accompanied by a grunt from me. It was as if a tap had been turned, releasing all the pent up pleasure, my entire groin felt like it was on fire. Anna continued to suck as I came, swallowing as much as she could but even her talents were unable to cope with the volume, some of my come leaking down her chin.

My orgasm finally faded and I slumped back, completely spent. Anna was still on her knees on the carpet of pine needles, a huge smile across her face.

"That was incredible," I said weakly.

"Mmm, you taste good. There was so much!" she laughed. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked down at her tits to see where else it had ended up.

She looked at my softening manhood, some sperm still oozing from the tip. She gently took me into her mouth and sucked me clean. I spasmed at the touch but even post-orgasm her mouth felt so welcoming. "Your cock is so nice Sam," she said, kissing the tip.

"Thanks," was all I could manage.

***

After our unscheduled stop we'd pedalled on for a couple of kilometres before stopping for lunch in a glade with a picnic table. It was a gloriously sunny and warm day and the setting was perfect, a broad open space surrounded by the pine forest which provided the air with a wonderfully fresh smell. One of the most amazing things about New Zealand is how few people go there. We'd only passed two other cyclists all morning and a background of chirruping cicadas was the only sound.

I'd brought us some sandwiches and a couple of soft drinks and we sat at the bench, refuelling. I'd slipped my shoes off and was enjoying the ticklish sensation of the pine needles on top of the sandy forest floor against my bare feet. Once again, there wasn't much conversation but I felt so relaxed I didn't feel the need to make small talk and my background research into who Anna really was didn't seem a priority. We'd talked a little bit about how nice the ride was and what a beautiful place the forest was but that was it really. Anna had asked me to look after her phone as her shorts were too tight to comfortably carry it and, having asked me for it, seemed to be busy texting. Having received a mind-blowing blow job not long before I told myself it really didn't matter who she was texting, she obviously fancied me and that was good enough for now.

Anna had shown the day before how much she liked to get stoned and, remembering what happened when she was, I'd brought along a couple of joints on the off chance. I lit up and tapped her on the shoulder to pass it to her. Her eyes lit up as she saw what was in my hand.

"Oh Sam, you always do the right thing." She smiled, took a deep toke and held in the smoke.

"I do have some good ideas," I said, feigning modesty.

"You don't need to get me high to have me, you know. You're a great fuck."

I think I must have blushed at this point because Anna leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and giggled.

"Aww, and you're so sweet too!"

We finished the joint and I lay back on the bench, nicely toasted by the grass and the sun. I think I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Anna was tickling me.

"You're like my cat," she laughed. "You're always sleeping! Come on, let's get going."

Anna was right, I did like my sleep but surely I was entitled to a post-climax nap and she'd been causing a few of those recently.

We rode off again along a narrower part of the trail. I rode behind Anna and took in the fabulous sight of her denim-clad bottom wiggling on the bike saddle as her shapely legs moved leisurely up and down. Just above her cut off shorts her little dimples led my gaze up her tanned back, adorned only by the thin black straps of her bikini top. The only thing I could think of that was better than her arse were her tits. I hoped the track would widen soon so I could get on with ogling them as well. Even looking at Anna was turning me on and I had to adjust myself through the tight material of my shorts.

My bike computer told me we'd gone about 12 kilometres and we'd already been out for about four hours, having burned off a not very energetic 150 calories. As we slowly pedalled I drifted off, wondering how many I'd burn whilst having sex with Anna. Perhaps she'd actually taken some on board when she gave me the blow job earlier. We'd definitely have to work those off in that case.

Anna turned round to speak to me.

"Hey Sam, look. Do you think we should help?" she said, pointing ahead of her towards someone wrestling with a bike.

We approached the figure who was a little way off the track, sitting on a tree stump in a little clearing, trying to take the back wheel off their bike. As we got nearer the person waved and called to us and I realised the figure was a she.

"Hi! Need any help there?" I asked.

"Oh yes please," the girl said forlornly, "I don't have a clue what I'm doing with this!" Like Anna her accent had a distinctive intonation but I couldn't place it. Also like Anna she was blonde and pretty. This was turning out to be a good week!

"Here, let me have a look," I said gallantly, probably showing off a little to try and impress Anna. I could see the back tyre was punctured. Luckily I had a repair kit with me.

"There you go again Sam," Anna laughed. "Always there to rescue the ladies." She turned to the girl and said, "he is very helpful you know."

The girl had a huge smile on her face, clearly relieved to have some help. "I'm so bad with things like this. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't come along."

"Don't worry," I said, "it shouldn't take long." The back wheel was already off and I was working my way round the tyre, inching it off the rim. "I'm Sam, this is my friend Anna," I said, nodding towards her.

"Hi guys. I'm Sara."

"Nice to meet you," said Anna who had leant her bike against a tree and was already stretching out on the sandy floor beside Sara, basking in the sun.

I carried on taking the tyre off and used the opportunity to take in Sara's appearance. She looked a bit taller than Anna and was a slightly bigger build all round but definitely no less attractive for it. Her long hair was in a single plait and, like Anna she had big blue eyes and a beautiful tan. Probably another Scandinavian, I thought. The most striking thing about her, though, was her mouth. She had the fullest pouting lips I'd ever seen. They reminded me of a joke I'd heard about being able to stick Angelina Jolie to a window but, jokes aside, I couldn't help but imagine them doing what Anna had done to me earlier.

The girls were seemingly happy to let me do all the work while they relaxed in the sun. Sara was wearing tight black shorts that failed pitifully to cover all of her buttocks and a pink sports bra-type cropped top. Considering how little support Anna's bikini top had given her I thought Sara was probably wise. Her tits were quite something. Not too big but nevertheless very impressive. I was never any good at judging sizes as present shopping for Amelia had repeatedly shown but I guessed she was probably a D cup. Buxom, I decided the word was.

I had the inner tube out and was concentrating on looking for the puncture. I heard the girls chatting and giggling away, no doubt at my expense but I was quite enjoying my role as the handy male riding in to rescue the damsels in distress. I'd already been round the tube once to no avail but it was always hard without a bucket of water. The girls were whispering conspiratorially to each other and I thought about how differently men and women act when they first meet. I didn't think I'd be chatting away as happily if it was a bloke that we'd bumped into. Mind you, not many blokes were as eye-catching as these two so they could whisper all they wanted as far as I was concerned. I looked over to the girls who were applying sun screen to one another's backs, obviously anticipating a lengthy pit stop. Anna had helped herself to the other joint that I'd brought and they were obviously enjoying its effects. Neither of them passed it to me.

"How's it going over there?" Sara called out.

"Umm, I haven't found the hole yet. Did it go down on you all of a sudden or slowly?" I asked.

Anna and Sara shrieked with laughter. I looked at them blankly.

"Ooh, I think it went down s-l-o-w-l-y," Sara replied before they both collapsed in a fit of giggles again.

I realised the weak double-entendre and smiled, trying to play it cool whilst cringing inside. I wasn't quite the gibbering idiot I'd been when I first met Anna but I was still perfectly capable of making an idiot out of myself in front of a beautiful girl given half the chance.

"Could be the valve then," I muttered to myself as I started to re-check the tube. I blew out my cheeks in bemusement and carried on searching.

I gathered from their conversation that Sara was Danish and was on an extended holiday with her parents who had gone to visit an old friend for a couple of days. Whilst they were gone she was staying in a backpackers' hostel not far from our campground. Sara had evidently split up from a long-term boyfriend fairly recently and had escaped to the southern hemisphere for a few weeks. That was about all I'd garnered as when they weren't giggling like schoolgirls Anna and Sara kept slipping into their native tongues, trying out what they knew of one another's language.

I hadn't found a puncture hole so was fiddling with the valve to see if that was the problem, a little annoyed that I'd been beaten by something so simple. I tried blowing the tube up and it inflated straight away. I cursed silently for not trying that first off but reminded myself it wasn't worth getting angry about. It was still a beautiful day and I was in the company of not one but two stunning blondes. I put the tube and tyre back together and reattached the wheel.

"There you go, all sorted," I said.

"Oh thanks Sam," said Sara. "Was it a puncture?"

"I couldn't find anything wrong so perhaps it's a leaking valve. You might want to mention it to the guy at the shop."

Both girls had come over to where I was. Now she was standing I could see Sara properly. She was gorgeous; a beautiful womanly figure with broad shoulders and hips and a narrow waist but her best asset was that stunning pouty smile. Her sports bra squashed her tits together giving her a fantastic cleavage I couldn't help but stare at.

"You're so kind Sam. Thank you for helping," she said, politely ignoring where my eyes were fixed.

"Oh Sam, you're wo-nderful," Anna teased, "What would we do without you?"

Sara stepped forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth, her hand on my right shoulder, her breasts squashed against my left. Her skin smelt of sunscreen and a familiar, flowery perfume. She smelt great. As she pulled back she gently caught my bottom lip with her teeth. A tingle shot through my groin.

Anna was on my other side. "I was thinking Sara could say thank you properly," she said in a low voice. As she slipped her tongue into my ear her hand wiggled its way down the front of my shorts and she held my rapidly hardening cock. My head swam yet again.

"What do you think?" asked Sara, pouting.

Even though I hadn't smoked anything my mouth was dry. I struggled to form a word of reply. Sara didn't wait for one. She took my hand and put it on her right breast and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue slipping between my lips. I kissed her back, more out of instinct than a conscious action, my lips mashing against hers, our tongues entwining. Anna's hand continued its motion in my shorts and I could feel the tip of my erection moistening already. Sara and I continued to kiss and my right hand squeezed her fabulous tit. Even through the sports bra I could feel her nipple hardening on top of the fleshy mound. As Anna slowly wanked me she used her other hand to undo her bikini top and lifted it over her head, revealing her equally fantastic bosom. My free hand rubbed Anna's tits, squeezing and stroking her, pinching her nipples.

Sara broke our kiss to pull her own bra off over her head. As she pulled the tight fabric up her tits bounced free. They were as fabulous as I'd thought, big and round but firm and as tanned as the rest of her body with large, brown nipples. Both Anna and I paused to admire them before we each took a breast in our hand, feeling the weight and rubbing the succulent fleshy orbs. Sara responded by matching my movements, rubbing Anna's breasts.

Somehow I wasn't as shocked by Anna touching Sara as I might have been and Sara certainly didn't object. My expectations of what was normal sexual behaviour had changed considerably over the past few days. Seeing two gorgeous blondes rubbing each other's tits while one of them wanked me off, while not exactly normal, was less flabbergasting than it might have been the week before. I thanked god anyway that Anna had sucked me off earlier that day otherwise I didn't think I'd have lasted long at all. With Anna's hand buried in my shorts I kissed and sucked first Sara's nipples, then Anna's until all four nipples stood hard and proud.

We were in plain sight of anyone who happened to be passing but none of us seemed bothered, in fact I couldn't have cared less who saw us. Sara kissed me again and then Anna did before they kissed each other. Anna's hand was still down my shorts, doing what it did best and I could have happily watched them kiss and rub each other's breasts for the rest of my life. Removing herself from the powerful suction of Sara's mouth Anna turned to me and grinned.

"Now you can see what I was telling you about," she said to Sara as she pulled my shorts down to my knees. My cock bounced upwards, free from the tight lycra and both girls giggled.

"Mmm, I see what you mean," purred Sara, taking me in her hand and gently squeezing.

It didn't take a genius to guess what they'd been talking about earlier. I had been told in the past that I was quite well-endowed and I'd always just thought it was girls being polite but the greedy look on Sara's face suggested there was some truth behind the compliments. I lifted my top over my head and leaned forwards to kiss both girls in turn.

"Why don't you sit down over there," Anna said, pointing to the tree stump. "I've always wanted to do this."

I did as I was told, sitting down, kicking away my shoes and pulling my shorts off completely. My mind raced at what fantasy Anna was about to fulfil. The girls knelt in front of me and, one either side, kissed the head of my throbbing cock then, taking turns, took my head into their hot, wet mouths. They alternated, each sucking me for a few moments before their tongues flicked across my tip and in and out of one another's mouths, then allowing the other to take over. As my end popped out of Sara's mouth she looked up, her eyes glinting with lust.

"That's how we say thank you in Denmark," she laughed.

I groaned at the sensation of their tongues dancing around my member, their mouths engulfing me as they slowly sucked. I looked down and did my best to capture the image for life. Two stunning blondes sucking me off was the stuff dreams were made of. When Sara's beestung lips slid to the top of my cock, she looked up and winked as she rubbed my tightening balls. It was all I could do not to explode right there.

Anna sensed I was becoming a little too aroused and she stood up and began to unbutton her shorts.

"Careful Sara," she said, "Don't get poor Sam too excited, remember our plan?"

My cock fell out of Sara's amazing mouth with an almost audible plop. It bobbed around, wet with the girls' saliva, as if it was searching out a hot, wet, welcoming place. Sara stood up too and they kissed again, their breasts pushed together, their hands on one another's head and back and bum, passionately pulling each other in towards them. Anna began undoing Sara's shorts and as soon as she had had access, slipped her hand down the front. Sara gasped and bit Anna's lip as Anna's fingers began to explore.

I managed to resist the temptation to pleasure myself whilst watching this live-action porn scene. I didn't know quite what was going to happen but I didn't want to waste the opportunity. Anna's hand was still hidden inside Sara's knickers as she vigorously worked it up and down. Whatever she was doing was having an effect. Sara was panting and shaking, gasping for air as they continued to kiss. Suddenly Sara yelped and her knees buckled; whimpers and squeaks half-audible through their kisses. Anna carried on rubbing her new friend, not letting up until Sara's moans and squeals had subsided and she pulled away, breathing heavily, a red flush covering her chest and throat.

Sara's face bore a huge smile and she looked at me, her eyes half closed in a dreamy, post-climactic bliss.

"Your friend is a naughty girl," she murmured.

"Fucking hell," was my measured response.

Anna was pinching her own nipples, licking her fingers clean. She looked very naughty indeed.

Sara wiggled her way out of her shorts and knickers and kicked them away. Like Anna her pussy was almost bare with only a little patch of blonde pubic hair. Her excited labia were clearly visible and I caught a glimpse of the pale pink treasure her lips were supposed to protect. She stepped towards Anna and pulled her denim shorts down, then her black knickers. Save for the girls' feet the three of us were completely naked.

Anna looked at me and gestured with her forefinger, almost pulling me towards them. Without any direct stimulation I'd managed to calm down a touch and as the three of us exchanged kisses and touches, I slipped my hands between each girl's thighs and began to rub. Sara was soaking wet and hot to the touch and as soon as I touched Anna's vulva I felt her moisture as her lips eagerly parted. I slipped my middle finger on each hand inside them and took a moment to savour exactly what was going on. As a horny teenager I'd masturbated over this very scenario, the chance to finger two gorgeous girls at once and I grinned involuntarily at the thought of a lifetime's ambition fulfilled. It seemed pretty likely I'd soon be doing more than fingering.

Both girls were moaning softly as I gently probed their soft interiors and Anna's pussy had almost instantly opened itself up, clearly greedy for some attention. She looked into Sara's eyes and took her hands.

"Let's give him a real show shall we?" Her voice was husky with desire. Sara simply nodded.

Anna lay down on the soft, sandy ground of the clearing. She spread her legs wide and rubbed her clitoris, opening her lips as she did. The inside of her cunt was a vivid pink. Her wetness was obvious. Sara knelt between her legs and leaned forward, her own shapely bum and pussy pointing up at me. She kissed her way up Anna's legs, her hands rubbing all over Anna's tummy and hips. Anna was already sighing with pleasure at Sara's touches. Neither of them seemed nervous or hesitant, it looked to me as though they both had some experience of their own gender.

My eyes must have been on stalks as I watched the amazing performance before me. Sara was licking Anna's pussy from bottom to top, lapping at her like a cat. Her fingers were exploring inside and around, rubbing and teasing Anna's clitoris, stimulating her and exciting her in ways I guessed only another woman could. Anna's hips were bucking and heaving as Sara licked and sucked her clit and I saw Sara's index finger slide smoothly into Anna's tight arsehole. Anna's eyes shot open at this new feeling and her entire body rippled in a wave of pleasure. She moaned loudly and grabbed at Sara's head, pulling her closer and closer.