Unexpected Threesome Ch. 16

I just hoped her grunts and moans signalled an approaching orgasm. I was being completely overwhelmed by this girl's raw sexual power. She was in some sort of pattern where she'd three quarter bury me for two strokes as she rubbed me firmly against the upper surface of her sex and the take me in completely, jiggle her mons against my finger that would be then captured between our bodies and then squeeze it like a python as she withdrew.

Those withdrawals were mind blowing. They sent a shot of pleasure along my shaft and racing into my brain. Every one of them felt at the time like the last stroke before the best orgasm I'd ever had. I was sure every one would be my last before I filled her with my cum. Somehow I hung on, waiting for her to go first.

Her moans grew more intense but the palpable evidence of her arousal just drove my own to more intense heights. I prayed for her to go. I needed her to go; now, quickly.

At last, with a suppressed, back of the throat, groan, she came. Her thighs clamped against my hips and her sex tightened even further around my shaft. With that I lost it, automatically thrusting my hips forward, throwing myself into a full penetration of her just in time to blast her cervix with the first of many jets of cum; each accompanied by a mind blowing, groan inducing, body folding flood of ecstasy.

Before the last rope had blasted out of my shaft I had somehow pushed her down flat on the bed in an autonomous, uncontrollable attempt to bury my shaft just that little bit deeper in her as my whole being shuddered in innumerable little mini after-climaxes as if every last droplet of seed was being extracted from my balls as my body desperately tried to impregnate the fecund beauty under me.

I lay there over her momentarily before I was overwhelmed by another shuddering burst of cum squeezing pleasure; compelled to lift my hips and thrust in and out of her a few more times. She put her hand over my head and held it against her breast as it happened again. This sudden irresistible need to raise my hips, wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up to me to have another couple of pokes as my whole body shuddered in ecstatic release.

She obviously was pleased by my display.

"Having a good one are you Ned?"

She squeezed my cock inside her, triggering another one.

"Issie was right. You are a bit of a stud. I can see why she fell in love with you."

I was spent. She squeezed again on my still hard cock. But while it felt nice, the after-shudders were over. She stroked her hand through my hair as my head continued to enjoy the embrace of her cleavage. It might have even been a bit patronising on her part, but I wasn't complaining.

She was the one who brought the moment to an end.

"I suppose we'd better get up before the other get back. I'm going for a swim."

When Amy and Ellen motored back to the yacht they found us still in the water. In some ways it was just in time. Tash had started to get frisky again and with her in that stretched to bursting, translucent, deeply plunging one piece, I was back with a hard on; already quite enjoying touching her up through the swimmers. Ten minutes later and they might have caught us in the middle of something more serious. As it was I only just got my erection under control before they came along side us.

Tash and I followed them up into the cockpit as they unloaded their shopping. On the yacht in the tropics, going for a swim is not always an innocent act. It's a frequent follow-up to some hot and sweaty sex.

As I passed her, Ellen raised her eyebrows in a silent but very obvious question. I nodded in reply to which she screwed up her face in a knowing sort of "I might have guessed it" response. On the yacht, there's no secrets.