It was a worry. A real concern. Nothing in his wallet except for a credit card maxxed out. No job lined up and most contacts lost; but at least he had a place to stay for a while. His parent’s apartment; until they came back from Spain in three weeks.
“Oh, well. One more free drink and some free sleep.” he decided as he reached up for the buzzer. “Maybe something will pop up”; and hey, he’d had a great year overseas spending money like there was no tomorrow; except that now, when the plane landed in a few hours, it would be tomorrow.
Two more beers, one more pack of peanuts, and some fitful sleep, Jon was on his way back from the toilet when he finally came face to face with one of the young Swedish babes he’d spotted when they were getting on. And she was friendly, and smiley, with ruffled hair, and invited him over for a chat. “So you’re an Aussie!” her friend joked. “Our first kangaroo!” she continued. “Do you live in Soydney?” she asked.
Jon soon knew that it was their first trip to Australia and they didn’t know a soul. They even seemed a bit nervous about it. Jon knew there were plenty of backpacker’s joints around the city but the girls were gorgeous and friendly, and he really fancied the tall one, so he quite soon invited them to stay at “his place”, encouraging their positive response by letting them know it was overlooking Bondi beach. Everyone knew Bondi and koalas.
“That would be great.” The shorter one said, looking relieved. “We really don’t want to stay in one of those backpacker places. I hear they are so crowded and noisy.” she said in that Swedish way.
Jon felt good cruising up to the front of the sturdy block of apartments where Philipa paid for the taxi before he helped them up the stairs with their spotless packs. Once inside the apartment the girls really relaxed, and after putting their gear in the spare bedroom, and looking out at the blue ocean when Jon drew the curtains aside, they flopped down side-by-side on the lounge and looked at each other with huge grins. “We made it!” Sophia said, “that has to be a reason to celebrate! Where’s that duty-free?”
“Tell you what, girls,” said Jon, showing empty hands. “I’m just about skint, so if you want to chip in 20 each I’ll go down the street and buy us a little bag of buds.
“Sure. Sounds like a great ideah.”
“One of those reddish ones. What some call lobsters.” Jon said encouragingly.
“I was pretty sure you were a smoker, coming back from Amsterdam and all.” said Sophia.
“Hey, we’ve got sunnier grass here than the cloggys’ll ever have! Just wait.”
Soon he was back and they were puffing on big aussie joints, unknown in more genteel regions, and all three of them were laid back casually toking on their individual spliffs. The Black Label was gone and they were finishing off the second bottle of champagne Jon has gone for.
The more they drank, the more exuberant the Swedish babes became. Giggling and slapping each other on the upper arms, slapping their own thighs, and laughing really loud at just about anything he said.
Jon loved it. Not the lonely, deflated homecoming he’d expected. It was turning into a hot day and the girls were wearing less and less with every joint and glass of champagne until Jon started thinking he might be lucky enough to have some fun with the tall one. Minutes later they were in an absolute fit of laughter hugging each other and rocking back and forth to something someone had put on.
Next time they were all lying down catching their breaths.
When things had calmed down Jon talked about work, what he might do now that he was back, and he asked them what they would do? Where they might go? General plan stuff that was going around in his head.
“We won’t have to work while we are here, and maybe either will you. Seeing we get on so well and you have been so nice to us.” said Philipa.
“What do you mean by that? I’m broke. How long are you going to buy groceries?”
“You can work for us.” replied Sophia.
"Work? For you two. What have you got in mind?”
“Should we show him?” asked Philipa.
“Put him out of his misery.” she continued.
“Okay, let’s do it!” said a very excited Philipa. “Yeh, lets do it!”
Enthralled Jon watched the two drunk, stoned young Swedish bombshells holding each other with their hands cupped around their faces. What a picture.
“You first.”
“ No you.”
“Okay, together!
And with that decisive statement they both sat back on the sofa, swiftly pulled off their panties, hitched up their skirts, lifted their heels up onto the edge of the sofa, and spread their knees, grinning from ear to ear.
Jon was astounded, and flustered, trying to look at both blonde pussies at once was almost impossible. He was thinking he was suddenly about to have the wildest twosome he’d always dreamed of, but it was more than that.
Once the girls legs were spread they simultaneously reached down to their fannies, sliding their fingers deep inside, each of them drew out a pink penis-sized ‘dildo’ and held it up laughing so hard that tears were streaming from their eyes. “We did it! We did it!”
Jon was still trying to take up the mental slack. What had they done? What kinky scene was he being part of?
His questions were soon answered as the girls unscrewed the plastic capsules and slid out a cylinder of pills from each of them.
“Ecstacy! They squeeled quietly to him. “Six hundred of Amsterdam’s best! And ready to finance our Aussie holiday!”
Jon was still trying to get used to having these beautiful girls with him, and then them flashing their naked fannies at him, but now, there they were laughing and slapping holding 1200 amsterdam eccies. But he pulled himself together quick enough.
“Right! Let’s try them!” he said.
“Now?”
Yeah, now. When’s a better time?”
It was that easy, and soon enough they were all getting floaty on a nice mixture of jetlag, champagne, skunk and the E, all enhanced by the ocean breeze coming in through the balcony doors, and the excitement of being relative strangers.
Not that that lasted long. The girls had already taken their pants off and pretty soon Jon was sandwiched between them on the lounge, kissing one while fingering the other, then kissing the other while playing with her tits and having his cock sucked.
It was a pleasant couple of hours of licking and fucking, and being sucked by them both at the same time.
The afternoon turned into the night and then the next day and then the next week. Jon had already off-loaded almost half the E and they had plenty of money to eat out, buy nice clothes, drink whatever they liked, and fuck themselves stupid at every opportunity.
Being consenting adults free from religious inhibitions they could enjoy themselves to their utmost so combining their fertile imaginations they’d built a bed shaped like a flattish mushroom and on it they could have the best together. The girls at 69 o’clock and him standing there choosing a mouth or snatch as he pleased, rotating the ‘bed’ to get fresh adventure.
The pills eventually ran out, even had to buy some of their own back, but Jon had been sensible enough to patent the mushsexroom and associated 4 or 6 holed (if you are that way inclined) sexual positions and royalties was soon flowing into their bank accounts . It was all too easy he thought as he slid his penis out of Sophia’s mouth and slid it into Philipa’s slit. The height was perfect for him rocking on the balls of his feet. “Come to my face said Philipa so he pulled out of Sophia’s wet and slippery hole and spun the table so that her smile was right where we wanted it.
Sure, another guy or guys could appear on the scene anytime or the honeys might get homesick and that’s it. “But nothing lasts forever,” he thought, sliding from the sweet lips of Philpa’s sucking licking mouth to Sophia’s juicy glistening lipspilling cunt, “and someone’s gotta do it.”