Unexpected Threesome Ch. 10

We fell into a momentary silence as her hand slipped behind her back and wrapped her sensuous fingers around my hardness. It was my turn to let out a little moan.

"Ned, I hope you don't think I'm some sort of slut coming onto you so strongly. It's just I feel so comfortable with you. You've unleashed a whole lot of pent up needs; even just to rest secure and comfortably in the arms of a real man.

It's hard being a professional woman. You have to be so strong, so independent and so careful about your reputation. But in the process you lose some of what it is to be human; the closeness and intimacy of personal contact. Just to be able to cuddle someone, really cuddle up against them. To feel their body and the person inhabiting it and to be able to do that without it immediately leading to sex. It's just an aching need I've felt for so long.

That was always the problem with a friends with benefits. The minute you put your body against them, they think it's time for the benefits and then all too soon it's over and it's too late for just a cuddle. The thing is, after I'm cuddling you, once I feel I've made contact with the person who is you, then I feel the need to complete the connection with sex. I know I'm being completely inconsistent, but it's just a matter of getting it the right way around.

You must think I'm some sort of crazy woman talking like that just after we've met. But Issie and Amy have given you such a wrap, it was like I already knew you. And everything you've said or done since I've been aboard just fitted in so well with what they'd said that it reinforced that feeling of having known you for longer."

"That's very sweet Ellen. And the truth is I'm actually I awe of you; your intelligence, your maturity and I'll admit, your beauty. Rest assured I don't think you're crazy or a slut. I might question the judgement of all three of you in wanting to sleep with me, but I'm not complaining and it's probably better if I just shut up on that score.

And don't be too hard on younger guys. I was once one too you know. There's some pretty heavy duty hormones in their bodies that they need to deal with. You might find that if they really know what you want they'll give you everything you ask for. But absent that knowledge, all they know is that they have a fairly anxious hard on and a beautiful and seemingly willing woman to stick it into. Nature sort of takes control."

With her fingers still around my erection, Ellen turned in my lap. For a moment the thought occurred to me that she was about the straddle and mount me and Issie's rule about her using a condom flashed into my head. But any rush to forestall that was held back by my knowledge of Ellen; sensible and trustworthy.

Instead she kissed me briefly on the lips before going down on me.

She took the end of her mane of hair and brushed it over my chest and down my stomach before tickling my hardness with it; twirling its length in several circles around my extended shaft before pulling it gently off. It was a delightfully unique feeling.

Finished teasing it, she bent down further to lick the length of it, from its base to where she swirled around the tip with her tongue. As her butt rose up with her deeper bend, I rested my head back against the mast and groaned in pleasure; not just at the feel of her tongue against my hardened flesh, but at the sight of her body. Her head was almost lost under the cascade of her thick hair. Her back, femininely muscular and ram rod straight, ended in those glorious butt cheeks, the extraordinarily long and deep valley between them showing the reason she looked so great in a thong.

I don't usually think like that, but there was just something in the shape of that valley and the final turn of her arse that imprinted on me the thought of her sex that lay just out of sight. Open, receptive and dripping with her juices. The thought of my shaft embedded in the warm wetness that had prepared itself to receive me caused it to surge far more than the actual stimulation of it by her tongue.

But then my shaft found itself in another warm wet void as she thrust it into her mouth; tightening her lips against it as she slid it up and down to where it met the sensuous grip of her hand wrapped around it. I was overwhelmed by a need to touch her. My hands had been by my side supporting me. One I slipped under her exposed side to feel up her nipple; finding it already firm and rapidly fully hardening to my touch. The other I ran through the silky length of her hair, gliding it down her back and up again.

Each of Amy and Issie had deep throated me at the start of our sexual arrangements; catching me by surprise because I'd never had that happen before. Goodness, I didn't even think it was possible.

Since then, they'd rarely given me oral sex although they'd willingly sought it. I suspect it was because my erections were far too precious to waste on a mouth ejaculation. Precious not because they were any better than anyone else's but because with an older male's refractory period and two girls to share it, every erection could be put to a better use, so to speak. It might be different for a younger guy who could get it up again in a few minutes but I was long past that. And given the use to which it was actually being put by them, I certainly wasn't complaining.

Ellen wasn't deep throating me, just working over the top third. It was still pretty nice. She soon had me on the verge of coming. I was trying not to be too loud about it because I didn't really want to advertise to the other girls that Ellen and I were at it again. I don't know why; probably so we didn't start up some sort of competitive thing.

But Ellen must have sensed it because, even before I could say anything, she took it out of her mouth and held the tip against her breast, jerking it as she flipped it against her nipple the additional two times necessary to set me off, taking the first two ropes on that nipple and then pushing it across so the rest sprayed the other and my fingers which were playing with it. Then without unwrapping her hand from my erection, before it had even started to go flaccid, she was straddling my lap pushed against me and kissing me; smearing my chest with my own seed in the process while my cock continued to drip cum onto her mound and through her landing strip of pubic hair.

"You know why I did that, don't you?"

I wasn't entirely sure what exactly she was referring to. But the answer was appropriate anyway.

"No."

"Because now were going to have to help each other use the cockpit shower to rinse it off."

'Kinky' I thought. A girl who's planning the next stage of sex play before the previous one has even been brought to a climax.

Ellen stood and offered me a hand to help me to my own feet, capturing the hand and wrapping it around her and resting it against her sticky mons as she turned to walk back down the side deck with me behind her, my cock brushing against her butt because she was holding me on such a short leash.

There are times when a post ejaculation cock goes almost instantly flaccid and times when it seems reluctant to give it up, so to speak. A really good climax helps, but it not always obvious why. Issie has ridden it like a Sybian without stopping its collapse, so it's certainly not a matter of heavy stimulation.

This time mine was reluctant to pull stumps #(a cricketing idiom for those not familiar with the sport - look it up). The reason it was brushing against her butt was that it was decidedly half to three quarter mast, projecting forward and as she deliberately and provocatively sashayed in front of me, it was flipping across her cheeks. The visual teasing and gentle physical simulation was working a treat. I could feel the blood coursing through it as if the blood itself was almost anxious to pump it back up hard.

We moved around the wheel to the shower head retracted into a housing at the stern. As I stood immediately behind her, Ellen knelt down, pulled the extension line from the housing and turned the tap to warm, turning on her knees back towards me. Then she leaned forward, pushing my partial erection between her breasts.

Ellen looked up at me cheekily.

"We don't want to use too much water. What's that they say about showering with a friend?"

With her firm nipples against my upper thighs and the bell of my cock surrounded by her breasts and upper chest, she held the tap over the collection of body parts and pushed the button to fire a little squirt of the warm water directly onto the tip of my manhood, using her other hand to slosh it around.

As she fired off a second squirt she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slid her hand up and down a couple of times as if she was jerking me off, making out as if she was doing nothing more than giving it a light scrub.

"We want to give this a good clean, don't we? It's been getting a bit of use. Here, can you hold the hose?"

With both hands free, she pushed in the sides of her breasts firmly against my captured cock.

"I think we can spare it a bit more water."

I gave it a soft push of the button, releasing a continuous light flow of the tepid water directly onto my shaft as she moved her breasts up and down. The warmth of the water, the feel of her breasts and just the plain sight of this beauty titty fucking me as I looked down at her did the job; indeed, you might call it performing a miracle. As I let out a little moan of pleasure, my manhood hardened completely.

Ellen grinned at me.

"That's pretty impressive Ned, but we've got a bit more cleaning up to do."

She stood up, pressing her breasts against my chest as she took the hose and directed a squirt between us, moving her breasts with their firm nipples from side to side against me as if they were dual action cleaning cloths.

"We don't want those chest hairs getting tangled with sticky stuff, do we? Ah yes, there's one other spot I nearly forgot."

She separated our upper halves and reached down and wrapped her hand around the hard shaft that had been pressing against her mons. Squirting some water on her landing strip of pubic hair, she brought my cock against her and brushed it from side to side; adding a bit more water from time to time.

If she kept going the way she was, there was going to be a whole another round of cleaning up to do. The pre-cum I was leaking was already doing a good job of replacing what she was washing off. I wondered how this was going to end.

"Ned, I've been a bit naughty. I always was planning on seducing you while we were on deck alone tonight, but things sort of went in a different direction from what I'd planned. Earlier today you made really beautiful love to me. I was wanting to make beautiful love to you this time."

She reached into the storage alcove of the steering wheel binnacle and pulled out the little notebook she kept there to record our latitude and longitude for transfer to the paper charts. Flipping it open to the back cover, she pulled out a condom that she'd stored there. She held it up as her other hand circled around behind my butt and pulled me firmly against her.

"Can I still do that?"

Funny, but in my many years I don't know I could actually remember a girl asking me 'can we have sex now?' It usually sort of just happens. Rising passions, octopus hands, groping to get clothing off and all that. Maybe in my younger years I might have asked if they wanted it, just to make sure I was reading the situation correctly. But the other way around? My brain raced to deal with how to vocalise the right response.

Don't get me wrong, it was always going to be yes, but somehow putting on a strong Aussie accent and going, 'sure love, strip off, bend over and we'll get started' just wasn't going to cut it; not least of all because she was already naked. And with Ellen, as had been so often the case in the last 24 hours, the biggest battle was not to let my voice quiver as I dealt with the maturity and directness of her manner.

I reciprocated the hand on butt pulling us together that she was using on me and brought my lips close to hers.

"That would be beautiful."

Ellen closed the narrow gap between our lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth and across the front of my teeth.

"Let's use Amy's sun bed."

Amy's sun bed was nothing more than two cockpit seat cushions she'd secured side by side across the aft part of the cabin top just in front of the companionway. As skipper I certainly appreciated it when she used it because it meant she was laid out flat in her tiny bikini, right across my field of vision; those gorgeous breasts reaching skywards while her plank flat stomach ran down to where it slipped under her bikini bottom and turned into the absolutely perfection of the teasingly swollen rise of her mound. It was all magnified in its effect by the convex curve of the cabin top which stretched out her stomach and multiplied the impact of the brazenly sexual display of her breasts and mound.

I don't know whether she knew the impact it had on her skipper. While she appeared entirely nonchalant in the display, she probably did. But for me it was a leg crossing tease, even if I'd just finished fucking her in our morning threesome mere hours earlier. Because her perky breasts were just a size or two too big for her whispishly thin figure, because her nipples were always visibly pushing up the material of her small top, because the areola which surrounded them also pushed up as little plinths on which the nipples sat and because of the clarity of the definition of her raised mound, everything about her appeared swollen in peak arousal. In reality, that was simply the way her figure was. But in perception, it was like her body was silently calling for me to simply mount her and go for it and it took all my will power not to.

Many a fantasy had been built around that sun bed; ones incapable of fulfilment while in the crowded anchorage of Papeete or in today's ocean sail while the other girls were lolling around on deck.

Ellen took my hand and led me there, inducing me to lie on my back. Straddling my thighs, she bent down and kissed my hardened cock, licking up its length, circling the head with her tongue and then extending her body to stick her tongue into my navel.

Moving forward so that her thighs straddled my engorged cock without touching it, she sensuously ran her hands up my chest, fingers extended, touching my body as if it was some precious object. Her gaze caught my eye and held it there, the most wondrous benevolent smile making me temporarily forget this 25 year old stunning beauty was staring down at the wrinkled face of someone more than twice her age.

The first erotic touch was so light, so gentle, I barely noticed any feeling against my cock at all. But it registered on her face; a lip biting, eye rolling look of sexual pleasure. Alerted and aroused by that, the touch against my hardness and Ellen's movements of her hips became more into focus. It was like someone was softly gliding an extra-large ball tip permanent marker pen slowly up and down the central length of it.

I realised she was ever so lightly running her swollen bud up and down my erection, leaving a trail of slippery wetness in its wake.

When Amy or Issie have used my cock as some sort of external dildo, it's usually been more of a mashing action; their crotches firmly planted down on my cock, their actual bud indistinguishable by me from all the other parts of their wet sexual anatomy grinding on my manhood. But I knew from my first encounter with her that Ellen's bud is exquisite. Larger than any other I'd seen; when swollen, it projects further out than normal, making it far easier to stimulate.

Don't get me wrong. It was no miniature cock. Its surface shined like any other and glistened in her wetness, just a bit bigger and more jutting. Really to a dumb male it looks more like you think a clit should have been; something easier to find and more likely to get itself in the way and stimulated while a guy's pounding the woman's sex.

And now she was touching it along the length of my manhood. For me, at first it was just something nice; not mind blowingly great or even likely to set me off. Just nice, especially when her vulva lips touched down on my cock and it was suddenly surrounded by the feeling of wet slippery flesh. But for her, it was clearly a powerful stimulant. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip nearly sucked into her mouth in an expression of barely tolerable pleasure as her breathing became fast and excited.

Perhaps it was the ultimate demonstration of the infinitely greater number of nerve ending in the female clit than there is in the male shaft.

My own nerve ending woke up suddenly when her bud slipped into the recess under the bell of my shaft, finding the little vee'd notch on the underside, and stopped, like it became stuck there. A shot of pleasure went down my manhood and all the way up to my brain. Ellen's went off the scale. For the first time ever, an audible groan of sexual ecstasy escaped her.

Having discovered a sweet spot of pleasure, Ellen started working it, slipping her bud back down the shaft a small distance and running it back up to be stopped in the recess under the bell again, where she'd circle it. Suddenly she was gasping and writhing, barely able to keep her clit moving along the path that was giving it so much pleasure, whimpering under the insistent waves of pleasurable stimulation that she clearly so desperately craved after so many years of sexual denial.

I could sense her orgasm wasn't far away. I lifted my hands up to her breasts, tweaking an already jutting nipple with each one. Maybe that was the final additional stimulation that pushed her over the edge, maybe it made no difference at all. But with that she came. Came hard - harder than she had any time before with me. She bent over me, thrusting her bosom over my face, a nipple right at my lips, as her arms wrapped themselves around my head and her moans and groans of extended pleasure were muffled by the press of her face into the cushion over my head.

For maybe two minutes her orgasm continued as she alternately gasped for breath or moaned in release. I brought the nipple on my lips into my mouth and swirled it with my tongue, encouraging it along.

At first her hips held that sensitive little bud out of contact. But after the first few moments of release, she brought it back down on the tip of my shaft, pushing firmly against it. Periodically she would shudder, the movement clearly stimulating it as another wave of pleasure seemed to engulf her, causing her to clamp my head harder and whimper as if she was begging for an escape from an overwhelming of her senses.

Finally her body settled in a manner, but clearly her mind wasn't.

"Oh god Ned, I need you in me. I need to make real love to you so much."

Maybe for the first time I sensed Ellen having less than full composure. As she fumbled with the condom packet and rolling it over my shaft as she held herself suspended over me, she seemed to be almost trembling with need. In a single long stroke, she brought herself down on me and had me fully penetrated to the point once again I was sure I could feel that swollen bud against my pubis.

Ellen settled her head down next to mine, her body still, as it draped over me in that delightful way that lets you feel surrounded by this warm, soft, female flesh. It seemed that for a moment merely being filled by my swollen hardness was satisfying some need she felt as I heard several soft moans of satisfied pleasure escape from her. I put my arms around her, one hand covering her delightful arse, the other around her back.

The first movement I detected was a turn of her head to start nuzzling my neck, bite my ear and then glide her small little ski jump of a nose across the skin of my cheek. She pecked at my lips, flicking her tongue out occasionally to dart between my lips, as if tasting me without wanting to be captured in something more penetrating or lasting. From there her lips moved down to let her take my chin into her mouth, the circle of her teeth ever so lightly pressing on my flesh.