Unexpected Threesome Ch. 03

Needless to say, that action got Ned's full attention, since she was now right in his face. Wordlessly, she lifted herself up, pulled Ned's erection out and mounted him, planting her face against his and pushing her tongue down his throat.

Lifting herself up and down, Issie slid Ned's hardness in and out of her; pulsing her womanhood against it as she clenched and relaxed her pelvic floor muscles. Ned revelled in the warm embrace of her body around his erection, in the sensuous closeness of her and her delightful womanly scent.

His continued pleasuring of Amy was almost on auto pilot as Ned closed his eyes and groaned quietly in physical bliss with every rise and fall of Issie's body.

Suddenly Amy screamed out...

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... Fuck...oh my god...aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh"

As Amy's orgasm detonated inside her she threw her hips up, clamping Ned's fingers within her womanhood with her hand as he could feel the contractions of her orgasm bearing down on them. Her thighs pressed together; once again crushing his hand in the uncontrolled throes of her pleasure.

But Ned's attention was elsewhere. His hardness had become unbelievably sensitive. In Ned's experience, there was a moment before release - just a nano-second really - where his cock felt unbelievably good; but no amount of holding back was ever able to extend that moment. As Issie continued to lift herself up and down on him, pulsing her pussy around his manhood, what he felt at that moment was pleasure flooding that manhood almost as intense.

But instead of it being followed by a release Ned found himself consumed by an irresistible passion; as if trying to satisfy a pleasure too great to endure. What Issie was doing somehow didn't satisfy his need for physicality.

Ripping his hand from Amy's still clamping embrace, he placed both hands under Issie's butt to take her weight as he rose up on his knees. Desperately he tried to deep thrust into her but found he had no leverage or movement to achieve what his body was calling for.

In an act of un-Ned like recklessness he leaned forward, letting gravity take over as their bodies swivelled flat onto the bunk. Issie's back slammed down; burying itself deeply into the soft bunk mattress as Ned used his forearms to cushion his own landing and prevent him from crushing her. Immediately Ned lifted himself up on his arms and deep thrust into Issie, grunting loudly.

Ned briefly registered Issie's short sharp moan in response and her attempt to hold him into her and grind herself against him. But that brief sign the moan was one of pleasure not pain almost didn't matter. Ned's need to pound her was something that just couldn't be denied.

At a measured pace - neither slow nor fast and with an even louder grunt - Ned withdrew and deep thrust again; this time twisting his cock inside her and her mound against his pubis and ball sack almost as if he was trying to screw the tip of his cock directly into her womb. Ned held it there for a moment thinking his release would follow, giving Issie a chance to add her own grinding to what Ned had given her.

But no release came. Ned's was experiencing a pleasure in his cock so intense that it somehow had to be relieved. Ned withdrew and thrust again; both his grunt and her almost scream like moan rising in volume. Again he twisted and screwed his cock inside her and again the release he anticipated failed to materialise.

Almost manically he started pounding her. As he looked down at Issie rag dolling under him he was peripherally aware that Amy next to them still had her hips raised, groaning in the midst of an orgasm; her head buried in the bed as it lolled from side to side. What he didn't know was that, not satisfied by the one Ned had given her, she'd substituted her hand for his and taken another.

Issie's own moans were rising in tempo as well as volume. Suddenly Issie came; throwing her hips up so that it met Ned's thrust in a crashing of bodies. The contractions of Issie's orgasm on his hardness, the physicality of the meeting of their bodies, even the hormonal miasma of two women being in the throes of orgasm under him, pushed Ned across the boundary. With a bellowing grunt, and a final deeply penetrating thrust that threatened to push the still arched Issie off the top of the bed, he came.

Holding himself up on his arms he felt wave after wave of this incredibly intense orgasm washing through him as if he was drowning Issie's body in his seed until, still shuddering with the final vestiges of it, he collapsed into Issie's embrace. Under him Issie was still writhing and pushing herself against him; her own orgasm far from complete while next to him Amy was still groaning away. Ned found himself a little jealous of the length of the orgasms the girls experienced.

Finally Issie lay still under him before lifting a hand to stroke his sparse hair.

"Hey Ned! Who's unleashed his inner animal? Way to go man."

Ned was pretty chuffed by her comment. Still, the habits of a lifetime took over when he blurted out...

"Sorry about that. I got a bit carried away."

"Hey, no apologies. It was pretty full on exciting."

By now Amy had closed the gap between their bodies and was on her side pushed up against Issie and Ned as they lay one on top of the other; her arm over Ned's back. It had reached that moment where Ned wasn't really sure what to do or what was expected of him. But he was sensitive to not crushing Issie under his weight for any longer than was necessary.

With Amy blocking one side, his only escape was out of the bed on the other. Ned waited for what seemed like a reasonable time resting on top of Issie, then kissed them both and extracted himself from the bunk. Emerging still naked onto the deck, he quickly dove into the tepid water to both cool and rinse off after what had been a pretty sweaty session. Normally careful about appearing on deck naked in the crowded anchorage, he made an exception because of the early hour.

Climbing out, he rinsed himself off as discretely as he could with the stern shower, dried himself and put on a pair of swimming briefs, awaiting the emergence of the girls. Any sense of modestly had well and truly disappeared between them, but they'd quickly discovered prancing around naked had problems when you were going on deck and it required you to carry a towel to sit on. So swimwear was still the most convenient form of dress.

It was half an hour later Amy emerged dressed in one of her new bikinis; the one Ned had suggested was too brief when she was buying it; but encouraged by Issie, she'd bought it anyway. What he really meant was it went way beyond sexy into the blatantly sexual. The bottom was, at the front, a tiny piece of deeply plunging material which barely covered her mons; narrow enough the flesh of it emerged from the side of the bikini before merging with her thigh. At the back it followed a Brazilian cut rather than a thong; a narrow covering extending all the way up to where it meet the waistband two thirds of the way up her bum crack. Like most of these minimalist bikini pants, when pulled up the material tended to fold into her bum crack. The top required you to follow the new 'underboob' trend; being too small to be tied around the base of the breasts without exposing the nipple, instead it had to be tied insecurely over the peak of the breast, exposing the flesh of the orb all around it.

On anyone else it might just have looked try hard ridiculous and, for that reason, not all that attractive. On Amy it drove Ned wild with desire.

Amy loitered talking to Ned until Issie also appeared; also dressed in a tiny bikini - although of more conventional proportions. Together they dove into the water; frolicking noisily together, squealing and splashing, wrestling and pulling at each other's bikinis, for maybe fifteen minutes. Although infinitely distracted by the sight of the girls at play like that, Ned tore himself away to set out the cereal, milk and bowls on the cockpit table for them to share breakfast when they emerged. Then filling his own bowl, he sat with his back comfortably against the cockpit bulkhead, legs spread along the seat; eating breakfast whilst being entertained by the sights and sounds of their playfulness.

When they emerged they dried themselves and filled their bowls. Issie went to sit on the same seat as Ned, moving one of his legs off the seat onto the floor to make room for herself, then turning along it to spoon her back on Ned's front. Amy sat opposite, sitting facing Ned with one leg on the floor but the other raised to bring a foot up onto the seat.

Embarrassingly, Ned found himself almost overwhelmed by their presence and the effect they were having on him. He should be too old to be affected like this. After what they'd shared below an hour ago, he thought he should have been incapable of any sexual reaction for most of the day.

Issie had managed to spoon herself close enough that her butt cheek almost sat on his initially flaccid manhood as it lay along the cockpit seat cushion within his speedos. Now he had a view over her shoulder to where her bikini top barely covered her nipples; their jutting hardness, as the morning breeze blew across the wet clingy material filling his vision. With one of her legs raised into a folded position on the seat, the waist band of her bikini bottoms had loosened, creating a raised fold of material from the waist all the way down to the turn of her mons that completely aligned with Ned's angle of vision.

With his breakfast finished and his hands now free, he did what felt natural and put and arm around her waist.

Opposite him, Amy's raised leg position had pulled at the tiny front section of her bikini bottom, folding the material into her crease and leaving a wide band of her perfect flesh between it and her thigh. The top of her crease just peeked over the top of the bottoms. Even more so than Issie, her nipples projected out, stretching out her translucent bikini while their darkened colour was clearly visible through the wet cloth.

His senses overwhelmed, his manhood reacted; extending itself to push hard into Issie's butt cheek where she sat in front of it. It managed to bury itself deeper into the cushion as it sought to project itself under Issie's body, but there was a limit to that. Having nowhere else to go, Ned could feel it bending as blood continued to flood into it.

Issie could feel it too and shuffled herself to align it with her bum crack. That gave it a bit more room and Ned could feel it push between her cheeks; the material of her bikini bottoms wrapping around it. But still it ran out of room, the shaft ending up bent along the line of her crack.

Putting on her best Italian tinged imitation of Ned's Australian accent, Issie teased him.

"Mate, can't you ever keep that thing in your pants and out of mine?"

"But it's still in my pants and not in yours."

"Sure but it's trying to rip them both apart."

"Well, if you didn't have such a cute butt it wouldn't happen. Anyhow, who sat on it?"

"Yea, well don't get yourself too excited. We've got to get ourselves heading ashore in another 10 minutes. Don't forget our family visit to the clinic booked for this morning. Another week and Amy and I will be rooting you silly without condoms."