Unexpected Threesome Ch. 08

While she was still lying on top of him, Ned sought to capture her. If she rose up and started pounding him too soon, there was a good chance she'd drive out of his manhood whatever portion of an erection she'd achieved. There was a certain pleasure just in being penetrated into Issie youthful body. Already he could feel his shaft responding to that pleasure; completing its own journey to a full boner. But it needed at least a modicum of time to do that.

Anyhow, Ned felt the focus of the last half hour had been too myopically physical. There was a person he was meant to be making love to and he felt the need for closeness to that person. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he pecked at her lips, trying to distract her from instantly going the animal on him.

Already her hips had been jerking up and down on him. Bringing a hand around her butt, he tried to quell the movement, raising his hips up against hers to just hold a deep penetration into her; one where maybe her clit would just mash against his pubis. Still he pecked at her lips, trying to change her focus. Reluctantly at first, she let herself relax down onto him; starting to return the play of his lips against hers, flicking her tongue out to be captured momentarily before being released for another game.

He playfully challenged her.

"You're in a hurry today, aren't you?"

"Well time is limited and I wanted to make the most of it."

"I want that too; but I'd like to make love to your soul, not just your body."

Issie contemplated for a moment his carefully chosen words. They seemed to strike a nerve with her. She relaxed her body down onto Ned's, pushing hard against his erection to maximise his penetration of her and the pressure on her clit, but no longer trying to rip his cock off its mounts with her hip movements.

Perhaps for the first time that day, she seemed content to just nuzzle at him, gliding her nose and cheeks against Ned's, stroking his thinning hair and pecking at his lips instead of almost forcing her tongue down his throat. It took a few moments. Ned could almost feel her choke on the words; wanting to get them out but finding them stick in her throat.

"Ned, you know I love you don't you? Don't reject me for it."

"I think we've all crossed that bridge Issie. I've fallen in love with you too; as much as I started out saying we shouldn't let it get serious.

I don't know how it all works from here. I figure we just have to go with the flow and deal with the issues as they arise. We're in a threesome, I'm way too old to offer either or both of you a good future, yet none of us want to see the end of anything.

But I'm certainly not going to reject you for it."

The tone of their whole sexual encounter changed with that simple exchange. Until that moment, Ned's arousal had been more a matter of form than function. Yes he had been up and it had felt nice; but in a way had been lacking passion or conviction. It had really been a matter of letting Issie do what she would with him.

Issie had almost been at the other end spectrum; a determination to use Ned's body for her own physical objectives; as ambiguous as they were to Ned.

Suddenly Ned felt a deep desire for Issie; completely tuned in to what he was sharing with her. His manhood felt as hard as it could and highly sensitive to its presence in her body in a way that was previously missing. He couldn't help it. Even as they continued to peck and nuzzle each other, he just had to slowly mini thrust from under her; savouring the wetness of her sex and the feeling of his manhood slipping within her velvety folds.

Issie's approach also changed. The single minded obsession with the physical act morphed into one of simply sharing an act of love making with Ned. She initially responded to Ned's subtle thrusting by raising her hips to give him more scope for movement before extending her arms to rise into a reverse missionary. But now as she took over the role of satisfying Ned's cock, her actions had gained something; difficult to put your finger on, but maybe best described as a connection. The hurry was gone, as was the determination to simply pull another ejaculation from Ned.

Ned could feel her pleasuring her own sensitive areas instead of gripping him for a quick release. Her eyes remained focused on his, even as his view regularly drifted down to where her breasts wobbled with every thrust and his fingers brushed against her nipples. Periodically she bent herself down to nuzzle and kiss him; no longer thrusting her tongue deeply down his throat, now just playing against his lips and teasingly wrestling the tongue he offered in return.

Twice she came before Ned sensed her gripping him to bring him to his own climax. Each time she collapsed back down on him smothering him with affection under the effect of the endorphins flooding her body; nuzzles which covered his face, kisses which left his cheeks stained with the residue of her lipstick and hands which caressed his head.

On the third time as she rose up over him Ned sensed she quite unambiguously was gripping him tighter. Her movements changed too; long thrusts which pleasured the whole length of his shaft in the wondrous, warm and wet void of her sex, were substituted for the shorter, clit banging ones she was using before.

Ned's body reacted and as his breathing grew heavier, he relaxed his head back into the bunk cushion, letting Issie do all the work, his eyes drawn increasingly to the visual pleasure of her breasts. As Issie's third climax broke, so did his with a gushing warm flow of pure pleasure rushing the length of his hardness and flooding Issie's sex with his seed.

Ned wasn't really sure what happened after that. Maybe it was the night disturbed by the girls' demands, maybe the day's activities, maybe just a petite mort taken too far. But whatever it was, soon after that release, he and Issie must have fallen into a deep sleep.

As Ned drifted back to consciousness his mind slowly took stock of his situation. Something had woken him. Not a sound; perhaps it was a movement or a smell. Issie was still on top of him; completely still except for the rise and fall of her body with his breathing. A delightful sprinkling of her long hair lay across his face. His shaft still lay within her; neither flaccid nor completely hard he tried surging it and found it only capable of a tepid response while discovering it was once again bound into her sex with a sticky mucus -- saying something about how long they'd been asleep.

For the first time his eyes focused on something other than the strands of hair covering his eyes. He looked up and in his still confused partly awake state, for a moment was unsure of what he was seeing. The scene unrolled like a slow motion film that didn't reflect the real life speed of what was happening.

A pair of tiny yellow panties seemed suspended above his head. As his mind cleared, his eyes filled in the details that surrounded it. A pair of shapely, clear skinned, coffee coloured legs disappeared into them. Between the legs the panties rose into a mound. Bisecting the mound was a crease; not a camel toe, just the slightest visual suggestion in the form of a line of recess of the pleasure that lay beneath.

Around the panties there was a skirt; the edge of its hem and the shadow it cast on the panties being his only perspective of it. As his eyes focused more deeply he found Amy's face looking down at him between the panties and the side of Issie's head which blocked his vision. She was smiling, which even in Ned's confused state, he registered as a positive, as were the perky bare breasts which jutted out into his line of vision.

Pinned under Issie, his body reacted in the only way it could; with a rush of blood into his manhood which filled Issie's sex with its hardness and ripped apart the mucus binding which had constrained his previous partial erection.

"What time is it?"

"4.30."

"Have you just got back?"

"You mean after unloading the provisions by myself and taking off my top because it left me dripping in sweat. Yes."

"What happened?"

"Because it was late in the day a lot of the stalls had run out of the things we needed, so I had to go further afield."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault Ned. You guys seem comfortable."

"We seem to have fallen asleep."

"You don't say."

The conversation had been conducted in a whisper. The words on the page might seem a bit testy, but the tone and Amy's eyes conveyed a different message; banter maybe, tinged with friendly challenge and a touch of sarcasm. But the real message was the one given out by the tightly fitted material of her panties. Ned could see the crease widening; a single pin stripe line of fold rapidly enlarging into a small canyon flanked each side by a ridge. And there deep in the recess a dampness was permeating the material. Ned suspected there was a price to be paid for being caught asleep with Issie long after their time was up. Not an unpleasant price, but a price just the same and Amy was contemplating it even as they spoke.

Issie was still dead to the world. Ned tucked his left arm in against his body to stop it being pinned under her and rolled gently that way; easing Issie onto the bed on her side. Then he eased his erection out of her sex. Issie stirred but seemed willing to surrender to continued sleep as Ned crawled out of the bed.

Amy and Ned both slipped through the cabin door into the main saloon, quietly closing the door behind them. But Amy didn't stop there, grabbing Ned's hand and leaded him and his erection into the amidships berth cabin that was once occupied by the girls.

As Amy pushed Ned against the bulkhead, forced herself against him, pulled aside the leg hem of her panties and brought his erection up under her skirt and into her sex, Ned recognised she was indulging herself in one of her fantasy quickies. These were the girls' adaption to getting some time alone with him even when everyone was aboard. A permitted quickie that satisfied their deepest needs. And one of Amy's was a quickie so passionate and rushed there wasn't even time for her to take off her pants.

Amy was quickly bouncing up and down on his erection with an energy that left Ned exhausted just watching her. As she clung to Ned for balance, she progressively arched her head and upper torso back. She may have been looking for a better angle for her own satisfaction, but one immediate consequence of that was to bring her lovely breasts directly into the line of Ned's vision.

They wobbled delightfully with every bounce of her body, rising teasingly against her torso on the down thrust, stretching the bounds of their normal perkiness on the nadir of Amy's thrusting and valiantly fighting the gravitational forces of Amy's rising action to bounce upward once again at the top of the cycle.

He buried his face in them, licking the jutting hardness of her right nipple every time it bounced across his lips.

The speed with which Amy brought herself to a climax astounded Ned. Something had got her blood boiling. Maybe she had been standing there watching them sleeping in their coupled position for a while before Ned woke up; although it was more often Issie who reacted by being highly aroused when she caught Ned and Amy in action together. Whatever, with a lot of noisy moaning she came; clamping herself against Ned as her body tensed and her sex contracted firmly on his manhood.

Ned figured it was probably loudly enough to have woken Issie; although not as loud as the stream of profanities that normally accompanied one of Amy's g spot orgasms.

Almost immediately she clamped her sex more firmly around Ned's hardness and started trying to draw his own climax out of him. Ned had no reason to hold back. This was meant to be a quickie, not a marathon. When his shaft started to sensitise, his body automatically imposed its own rhythm and stroke length on Amy's actions, looking to maximise his own pleasure.

Not wanting to have Issie hear him and risk restarting any cycle of competitive sexual demands by the girls, Ned suppressed as much as his could the noise he made as his well-tested balls found another load of seed to insert into Amy with a series of pleasurable squirts that left him wobbling at the knees.

Almost as soon as he was finished, Amy pulled his still hard manhood out of her, closed the leg hem of her panties across her sex to let them capture the inevitable discharge that would follow and kissed Ned teasingly on the cheek. Then she looked up at him with a cheeky grin.

"I figured you owed me that for going overtime with Issie and if we're setting sail tomorrow I might have had trouble collecting on the debt."