Unexpected Threesome Ch. 05

Ned looked back at Issie with the sort of wide eyed stare usually reserved for a deer caught in headlights. The last question was rhetorical and delivered with the sort of quizzical grin that told him she was teasing him.

"But we don't want to wear you out, so we're suggesting a couple of loose rules so you know no-one's going to be upset by you succumbing to one of our come-ons.

Amy and I are each allowed four quickies a week. So you know you're succumbing to one of them, they have to accord with our preannounced fantasies; we can add to them, even on the spur of the moment, but they have to be made public.

And we're not allowed to wear you out. They can't last for more than about ten minutes; which we know means they might be more about your orgasm than ours.

Finally, they can't be less than three hours before bedtime or dawn so that you're in good condition for group sex."

By now Ned was vaguely aware his jaw was hanging down slack, possibly with drool coming out of his mouth. This was not the sort of conversation he'd ever had before; nor was he ever likely to again. It was just like Issie to take control of situations and deal with things so directly; but this was beating anything she'd done before in its sheer directness.

"My fantasies are simple. I like it when you unleash your inner animal. I know by the time you've satisfied both of us, there's not much left in the tank to make it last very long. I want to be able to have quickie animal sex sessions with you where you just unleash your passions on me. So does Amy."

Ned knew what she was referring to. On a couple of occasions, after satisfying them, Ned's hardness had sensitized in a way that sort of just demanded hard passionate, almost reckless, pounding by him to reach his own climax. Issie had been the girl under him for both sessions and had quite got off on it; although since he'd only lasted half a dozen thrusts, she'd not reached another climax of her own.

Still he was surprised. It was against everything he thought he knew about what women liked in sex. Maybe he could see Issie was of a style that would like a bit of that. Amy, especially with her relationship history, was less intuitively someone who would be asking for it. Ned wasn't sure he could even do it to her - as much as he lusted after her body.

But Issie wasn't finished.

"I want to be able to take you in the water sometimes and I want to be able to slip you into me in the middle of the night for a penetrated cuddle; if you want to release you can, but that's not what I'm looking for and obviously we need to do it in a way that doesn't disturb Amy.

Amy wants to seduce you into taking her standing up like she tried to do the other day.

These are quickies Ned. It's assumed the third person is on the boat. We don't want to subject them to the sounds or sight of a long drawn out love making session. Except for a quick warm up, no playing with clits or aiming for g spots. You've already seen what I like in the water. Except for that and the penetrated cuddle, we want it hot, passionate and fast.

Oh, and by the way. You're allowed to have us for a fantasy too. Of course any of us can plead a 'not right now', we're not sanctioning something akin to rape for you or us. It's just you need to know it is allowed within the relationship. But the same rules apply, it has to be a quickie. But to keep things fair, you have to use us alternately."

By now Ned was sure he could feel the drool running out of the corner of his mouth.

In the narrow companionway they had from the outset been close to each other. As the boat had gently rocked to passing waves, Issie had allowed herself to come against Ned; her legs straddling his thigh, her crotch gently moving against it with the rocking of the boat.

Certainly one part of his body was on the ball. As Issie laid out the girls' sex plan for him, his manhood had clearly recognised what the future held for it and was already responding to that; as well as to Issie's contact with him.

But the thinking brain was frozen. Once Issie had finished her little monologue there was a moment's silence while Ned tried to get his brain into a gear that could cope with such an unusual conversation. He did a quick calculation; their morning session of group sex, eight quickies for the girls a week plus whatever additional sex came out of their one on one sessions with him. That was heading to an average of three times a day.

There had been a mere few times in his life when three times a week hadn't been regarded as pretty good going - and that was in his youth. For the last decade once a week was more normal and twice was doing great. Since Louise had left the boat there'd been none at all until this thing with the girls had exploded onto his cock. He doubted he'd be taking up the invitation to explore his own fantasies; but who knew what the future might hold. But sometimes he did wonder if Issie had forgotten his age.

Ned felt as if some witty, self-depreciating reply wasn't called for. Certainly the self-depreciating part would have been easy enough. It was just that he'd never in his life had a woman come up and tell him that 'this is what I want and I want more of it.' For the most part it was great. He suspected most guys would love to know exactly what their lover wants and just about every one of them would like to hear they want more.

But 'hot, passionate and fast?' At least in the context of him just selfishly unleashing his animal spirit on them, he kept coming back to the thought that's the very thing guys are told women don't want; especially the fast bit? His brain was spinning. As he held eye contact with Issie, it knew the silence had extended to long.

"Aarrr, hmmm, OK...but how do I know your body's ready to take it 'hot, fast and passionately?'"

Issie broke into a broad grin.

"We'll make that clear. But I think you can assume by the time we accost you that we're already feeling pretty hot for action.

Let me show you."

The grin became a broad smile as Issie took Ned's hand, isolated out two of his fingers, pulled down the front of her bikini pants and slipped his fingers inside to feel up her crease. It was damp - more than damp, it was wet; her clit engorged into a firm button. As she pushed his fingers deeper he felt her womanhood readily accept their entry.

Issue slipped her other hand inside Ned's swimwear and wrapped her fingers around the extended length of what was now a full boner, releasing it from its containment as she tucked the now loose hem of his pants under his balls. Pulling on both the hand she held to her crotch and his erection, Issie walked backward towards the master cabin.

Now at least the focus of Ned's brain could narrow itself. He knew the constrained Ned could put on a fairly good show of hot, passionate, sex while still treading the 'take it step by step' approach a life time of interaction with women had instilled in him. But he also knew that wasn't really what Issie wanted. Alternatively he could just let himself go and give full vent to the arousal of his body that the nubile young woman in front of him had brought about.

He decided to try the second approach; the passion which he allowed to consume him meaning that was the last considered decision he made for the next ten minutes.

As Issie stepped backwards through the cabin door, Ned took an even bigger step forward, bringing his body into full contact with Issie's. He pushed his erection into the space between Issie's bikini bottoms and her crotch that the forced withdrawal of his hand from her grasp created; immediately bringing the length of his shaft hard up into the valley of her crease; thrusting it subtly back and forwards as his hands wrapped around her body and drew her face to his for a prolonged kiss.

Fiddling out the back clasp of her bikini bralet, he released it, pulling the top off her body as he slipped down her front to suck her nipples and letting his hands in turn come within reach of her pants. These he pushed far enough down her legs that they'd drop to the floor, followed quickly by his own. In moments he had them both stripped naked.

Ned threw a pillow into the spot on the bed that approximated where her bottom would be before pushing Issie backwards into it. Almost instantly his own body was covering her, his legs outside hers as the hardness of his manhood pushed up into her crotch. They both squirmed enough for the alignment of the contact to let Ned surge his shaft along the line of her crease and feel out the warmth and wetness of the void that awaited it.

Without hesitation, he thrust the full length of his shaft into her womanhood; enjoying the sensation of that single firm thrust opening up her body to him; pushing aside the velvet folds of her sex until his ball-sack allowed it to go no further. He savoured its capture, the pair of them momentarily mewling in harmony at their mutual pleasure.

Now he had unleashed his animal, Ned's focus - indeed all his senses - narrowed down to two things.

The first was pleasuring his hardness inside the embrace of her sex; feeling the way it gripped his manhood as he slid it in and out, pleasuring himself as the taut skin of his erection moved against the well lubricated cavity of her young body. The pace, angle and depth of his thrusting was governed to satisfy him. If the crashing of his ballsack into her crotch as he sought maximum penetration somehow stimulated her clit, that was nice for her. So too was any stimulation provided to her g spot by the raking of his shaft across it because of the elevation the pillow provided.

But in contrast to every other act of love making Ned had engaged in, these were not objectives. The animal had been unleashed, and for the next ten minutes at least, the only box it would be in was Issie's.

The second was enjoying the visual excitement of having laid out under him Issie's young, nubile body; of looking down the gap between her flat, tight stomach and his own body to see the length of his manhood appear, shining with her juices, before thrusting back inside her, to see the way her breasts - capped as they were by her jutting nipples - wobbled as she rag dolled to his thrusts.

He saw her looking up at him; her face framed by the cascade of her dark hair tinged as it was with sun bleached ends, smiling at first with her seductive engaging smile before her head fell back, eyes closed, her mouth circling around the groans of sexual pleasure that reached his ears. But always, his eyes were drawn back to her body; its womanly perfection nearly as arousing as the feeling of his cock gliding in and out the length of her sex.

Ned was grunting; loudly. This was high energy stuff. Supporting his weight on his knees and outstretched arms to give his shaft maximum freedom for its play and his eyes the best panoramic view of Issie's womanly body, it was only the flooding hormones rushing through his body that submerged for the time being the discomfort and plain physical exhaustion of his efforts. A price might be paid later, but for now it meant nothing.

For his pleasure, not hers, he bent down to suck her nipple, twisting his eyes to get a close up view of the adjoining breast, its nipple standing erect in the profile presented to him. With his back now arched, still he thrust; his hips dropped a bit to fold his body up more tightly to give him more comfortable access to her breast; oblivious to the fact this had increased the pressure applied to her g spot by his raking shaft.

He may have vaguely recognised Issie's groans were becoming louder, her breath more rapidly taken, but none of that was allowed to change the way he was pleasuring himself. Issie started to writhe under him, lifting her hips up to push against his.

For Ned, it all just felt fantastic. Somewhere in the back of his mind might have been a slight surprise that this much pleasure could last this long; maybe all the orgasms in the last two weeks were giving him more endurance. But it didn't matter; he just kept going, both his cock and his eyes flooding his body with hormones of pleasure and excitement.

His manhood was becoming more sensitive. There was a tingling as his balls as though they were starting to boil; each thrust feeling better than the last. He knew the end must be coming.

Suddenly Issie squealed under him, scratched down the length of his back and threw her hips upward...

"Ned, oh Ned...Ned, Ned, Ned,...OOOhhh,...oooohhhh..." the whole thing morphing into a continuous moan.

Issie's upthrust hips were rocking from side to side, her breasts teasingly wobbling sideways in reversed synchronisation, but still Ned kept pounding her, trying to keep himself centred on the moving target; her contractions gripping his manhood.

The rocking of Issie's hips turned to a circular motion, her mound arched up by her so that it rubbed firmly against the movement of his stomach with his every thrust until his cock bottomed out and his pubis brought firmly up against it. Ned's grunts grew louder; something in them signalling to Issie his own climax was imminent. Unwilling to be satisfied by a single climax, she started jerking herself up and down, throwing her crotch down to meet his thrust with an almost violent crash.

Issie's body tensed, every muscle was quivering under Ned as she continued to pound back against his thrusts. For a few long seconds she trembled on the brink, groaning with a higher pitched moan. Then with a squeal she came again, her sex contracting violently on Ned's hardness as he continued to plunge into her body.

For Ned that was more than he could take. It felt like the head of his shaft had swelled and his whole manhood would explode as a sensation of shear ecstasy formed in his balls and travelled up his shaft. He threw himself down flat on Issie, pinning her to the bunk cushion and plunged his shaft as deeply as he could into her as he felt the first spray of his cum hose against her cervix; a long bellowing groan vocalising his pleasure.

With his face buried into the cushion alongside the cascade of her hair, he lifted his butt to achieve a slight withdrawal and thrust deeply again to deliver the second spray. His body was on automatic, some primeval force taking whatever action nature demanded to deliver his seed deeply into the woman under him. A third and then a fourth plunge and spray, each with a groan loud enough that Ned turned his head away so as not to deafen Issie.

Finally he was reduced to a sequence of ecstatic shudders, as if her sex was squeezing from him the last drops of his cum.

Exhausted, his body's reserves fully expended, he rested his whole weight on Issie as he continued to enjoy the feeling of his still hard manhood resting in her sex; the last residue of her contractions squeezing it as her body started to reclaim its own domain. Where previously there had been a crescendo of primeval noises, now there was silence.

With their torsos still pinned together by Ned's penetration of her, he rolled both their bodies over, leaving Issie's limp form draped on top of him, his arm wrapped pleasurably around the feminine shape of her waist, his hand on her back. That took away any concern he had about crushing her and let the fluids which he could already feel leaking from around the base of his cock become matted in his pubic hair instead of on the bed.

Her hand shuffled up and started stroking his head; fingers tangling themselves in the residue of his hair and slipping through it. They just lay there as his manhood finally started to soften and gradually withdrew itself.

Issie finally broke the silence.

"Wow Ned, just wow."

Ned didn't know what to say. There was no doubt that had been some of the best sex he'd had in his life, but somehow 'you're a great root too Issie' just didn't seem right. There was also no doubt he was becoming more attached to Issie - great shared sex will do that to you - but pledges of love were impossible.

"Wow for me too Issie." was the best he could do even as an internal voice reprimanded him for the pathetic attempt.

Issie lifted herself up on her arms, drew her haunches under her and ended up sitting over Ned's lower stomach cow girl style. Ned could feel the trail of fluids she'd left along his body with the movement of her crotch and the continuing discharge where she sat.

Issie must have felt it too because she volunteered, "I think we might need a swim after that." Adding for good measure, "Pity we can't go naked."

But she was right. The noises they'd just made would have traveled through the anchorage. They would have drawn too much attention to offer any hope of sneaking off the back of the boat. Goodness only knew what Amy had thought of the whole thing.