Unexpected Threesome Ch. 14

I'd spent half the afternoon pounding that mound and yet already I could feel a slight firming of my manhood just from that view of it.

Still there was work to be done and I tried my hardest to concentrate on it. The underside needed only a light sand, but the top was badly sun affected and I needed to strip back most of the old varnish.

To try and make myself comfortable, I'd put a few cushions on the cockpit seat where I was working, raising my bum to the point I could rest the top front of my swimmers against the table and tilt my torso comfortably over it. I'd done this job before and knew that standing up and leaning over was really hard on the back, but so was sitting on the seat and leaning forward into it. This was a much more comfortable compromise, even if I had to tuck my feet closely into the side of the seat and spread my knees wide apart so as not to intrude on Amy's space.

It wasn't that long before I felt Amy's hand brush against my swimmers and their still only partly flaccid contents. That mound was still a distraction, especially as her body rocked gently with her sanding motion causing her mound to move in a most beckoning way. The touch caused a reaction; although whether it was enough for her to notice, I couldn't tell. But with the way I'd stacked the cushions, it wasn't that easy for me to change positions.

"Am I in the way?"

"No."

She brushed against it a couple more times. By now the response of my manhood was obvious.

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, I can work around it."

She brushed it twice more, achieving in the process a full horizontal. The tip of my erection was pushing firmly into the underside of the table and I could feel the breeze blowing through my swimmers where the leg hems had been pulled away from my legs. Because I hadn't tied off the drawstring, the waist band of my swimmers had also disappeared under the table and was now stretched well away from my lower stomach. I'd given up worrying about whether I was in the way. She had the whole table to work on. This was obviously a game. I just tried to go with the flow as I kept sanding the top surface.

Her fingers wrapped around my sheathed member and pulled it down from the underside of the table. I could sense her other hand sanding the area it was previously in contact with.

"Are you sure I'm not in the way?"

"Yep, I've got it under control."

As she continued to hold my erection down, I felt her other hand, sandpaper and all, thread itself through the open leg hem of my swimmers, go over my erection and out the other leg hem. Then, letting go with the hand holding it down, she kept sanding, her forearm sliding against the upper surface of my hardened shaft.

"Am I safe down there?"

"Wadda mean?"

"Well, sandpaper and male members don't go that well together."

"So you say. Have you ever thought a nicely textured surface might be better for us girls?"

"I think nature knows best in these things."

"Maybe, or maybe a bit of experimentation wouldn't go astray."

Any answer I had was cut short as I felt her tongue lick against where the tightly drawn material of my swimmers moulded against my ball sack, followed shortly thereafter of the feeling of them being drawn into her mouth.

"Hhhmm, salty. Nice. I told you swimwear and sex go well together."

Her tongue was playing gently and oh so delightfully around the curvature of my balls as I sensed them held in her mouth almost by a sucking action. A hand pulled firmly at the waistband of my swimmers, drawing it out over the end of my erection and then gently bringing it back against my ballsack before momentarily taking it out of her mouth to let her expose its nakedness. Then the bare flesh of it was back in her mouth as her hand gripped my shaft and she tea bagged me.

After playing her tongue against my balls for a few moments, she took them out of her mouth. Next thing I knew, her lips were parting themselves around my erection, sliding all the way down it until she had deep throated me.

Oh god, it felt nice. Maybe not as nice as having it buried deeply in her snatch, but pretty nice just the same. It had been a fair while since she'd really deep throated me; since virtually the start of our sexual relationship. As she'd said earlier, with the demands on my erection and my mature age refractory rate, it seemed they were too precious to waste on a mouth ejaculation.

As she pulled it back out her mouth I heard her pipe up from under the table...

"I'm going to bash my head on the underside of the table if we do it here. Unless you fancy finishing by deep throating an unconscious woman, you're going to have to slide down a bit for me to keep going."

I slid forward to let my bum drop off the edge of the cockpit seat. Initially I'd intended to stop myself on my elbows to leave me suspended half over the side. But I'd missed catching myself on the way down, ending up with my butt on the cockpit floor with Amy's hand still wrapped around my naked shaft and her grinning countenance right in my face.

Sitting across the cockpit floor like I was gave little room for anything, so I squirmed around until my upper back rested against the binnacle stand, which gave me room to angle my torso away from the vertical and run my legs out lengthwise along the floor. Never having for a moment released her grip on my erection, Amy knelt straddling my legs down near my feet. With a final screwed up facial grin, she leaned forward and buried her head in my lap.

Again I felt her lips circle the tip of my erection, her tongue swirling around the bell. She slipped it about a third of the way in, her tongue pressed firmly against the underside, then held it there as her tongue rubbed up and down against it.

All the while I couldn't help admiring the view along her raised back; the little bit of bum crack emerging from her taut low slung pants, those teasing twirls of her bikini top ties just begging to be pulled to release her beautiful breasts from the slings that bound them and that glorious, ever so perfect, golden skin.

As she pulled it out again and held the tip to her lips, I could feel her forming saliva in her mouth and depositing it on my shaft. I ran my hands through her soft locks of hair, being careful not to suggest any sort of controlling downward pressure on her head.

Suddenly she plunged my hardness back into her mouth again, her lips tightly pressing against its firm flesh. All the way it went until her lips came up against the base of my shaft. I could feel the tip compressed as she brought it into the back of her throat. How she didn't gag doing that I'll never know.

Again she did it, and then again. The feeling was beautiful and yet in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder whether she really enjoyed deep throating me like that; feeling some guilt about her possible discomfort to give me pleasure. I almost found myself willing my body to a quick climax to bring it to an end.

And yet that was the last thing likely to happen. It was like a beautiful massage; full of lovely sensations, but not yet causing my balls to boil and my shaft to burn with an impending climax.

Engrossed in my own pleasure, it was only then I realised she had the crotch of her bikini pants pushed firmly against my foot, rubbing it up and down with every plunge. In a way realising this was a two way exchange made things much better. I stiffened the line of my foot, giving her a firmer object to push against while turning it slightly so she had the narrower ridge of the line between my big toe and my ankle to push more deeply into her crease and against her clit.

I also brought my hands under her chest to play with her nipples, knowing how exquisitely sensitive they were in helping her to an orgasm. Slipping my fingers inside her bikini top, I found them already jutting but enjoyed the way they hardened and projected further to my touch and playing with them.

The deep plunges continued, one after the other. Just once she seemed to come up for breath; an interlude where again she took a couple of shallower penetrations and time out to saliva up my shaft. And then down it went again.

But the silence that until that time had only been broken by little grunts of pleasure from me started to be broken by her own moans. Suddenly I could sense her legs tense up and almost start to quiver as the rubbing of her crotch on my foot became faster; no longer just in sync with every plunge. Her moans got louder, even if they were sometimes suddenly cut short with a brief gurgle as my shaft rammed into the back of her throat.

As she climaxed, her lower body tensed and pushed firmly down on my foot while prolonged moans of pleasure formed around a shaft which was still held half in her mouth. As her own orgasm finished, Amy started the plunges again, faster and almost more furiously than before. But they were having a stronger effect on me now. Seeing Amy get so aroused had been contagious. Even before she'd climaxed, my shaft had become more sensitive; a little percolating feeling in my balls and a warming of the front of my hardened manhood signalling I'd crossed a threshold into a building orgasm of my own.

Largely autonomously, but partly given to Amy as a signal she was really making things boil and her ordeal - if that's what it was – would soon be over, my own grunts were becoming louder and faster. It was nice; really, really nice. With Amy doing all the work I just sat there; a mere passenger on the train of my own approaching release.

"I'm going to cum."

I felt the ecstasy of my seed rushing up my shaft where it seemed Amy had positioned herself to have it injected directly down her throat; rope after pleasurable rope of it. As she sensed my climax had passed and my manhood started to soften, she released my shaft from her mouth and wrapped her arms around my waist as she buried her head in the side of my lap.

I stroked her glorious hair, uncertain as to what to do or say; my usual discomfort with this moment multiplied by my guilt at what I thought was a somewhat asymmetrical giving of pleasure. Knowingly or not, it was Amy who released me from my dilemma.

"Well, we'd better get back to work on the table. The others will be back soon."

She knelt up just outside the table, looking in at me, my flaccid cock still hanging out of the waistband of my pants.

"You're in my way."

I took the hint and moved back to my starting positions sanding the top of the table; enjoying watching Amy lie back down and shoulder walk back under it. And there I got to watch all over again her delightful little mound, barely covered by her fuck me bikini pants sticking out from the end of the table and jiggling up and down as she sanded underneath. Some days are just diamonds.

It was about half an hour before the other girls motored up in the boat's tender; excited by having completed their first scuba diving class. Still, for all their high spirits, their questions and looks made it clear they knew that Amy had got a good banging in their absence. I could detect Issie looking at the front of my swimmers for cum or juice stains.

It had been Amy's turn for a one on one today so in a way they had nothing to complain about. But these classes were going on for a week. I decided that it might be wise for me to find some reason to spend the afternoon in town while the girls went to tomorrow's class.