Unexpected Threesome Ch. 30

Silently, I was yelling to myself...

"Come on Tash, come on, just cum..." over and over.

She was clearly enjoying it. The moans and groans of pleasure told me that. But I almost got the impression she was holding back from climaxing - if girls can do that - to prolong her ecstasy. Then at last, her release came...

"Oh...oh...ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh...aaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

There was no time to worry about prolonging her orgasm. Mine wasn't far away. I brought my hands to her hips to steady myself, bent my knees just enough to align with her, and went for it; pounding her to get as many thrusts in as I could before my climax brought it to an end.

It was only five. But it was enough to cause a monstrous wave of pleasure to shoot up my shaft, leaving me wobbly kneed and spent; draped over her back as my body weeded out every last drop of cum in my balls and delivered them to her in a series of little mini after-climaxes; all while I could still feel the press of Tash's orgasmic contractions on my cock.

Even after my climax had completely finished, I still just lay there, enjoying the press of her sex on my still hard manhood; wondering if it was her contractions that I could still feel varying the pressure. But I couldn't stay hard forever. As I softened, I eventually withdrew, letting the juices I'd plugged inside her ooze into the gusset of her swimwear.

I always find that moment awkward. I'm never sure what I should do not to make it feel like I'm just doing a 'bang and run'. This time Tash made it a lot easier.

"Oh god Ned. That was beautiful. Thank you."

"My pleasure. I suppose we'd better untie you."

Still draped over her back, I extended my arms down to unwrap the tape that bound her to the pulpit. As I freed her, she stood up, turned around and wrapped me in her arms, planting her lips on mine and penetrating my mouth with her tongue.

Now the bow of a yacht isn't that safe a place to stand unsupported while at a sea. As I reciprocated her hold, I did so with one of my arms circled around the rolled up jib on the forestay; binding us both to it. Just in time too as the bow again dropped into a trough to be slammed by the cross swell to let another explosion of sea water drench us. Tash moaned and shuddered, rubbing her body against me and her mound against the residue of my erection as she even more aggressively kissed me.

It was a delightfully sexual and sexually provocative moment. It left me wondering whether she'd even had some sort of mini orgasm from it; although I refrained from actually asking her that.

I just held her, responding appropriately but passively to her entreaties, until she decided to bring it to an end. She unbound us, kissed me with one final peck on the lips and with a...

"Thank you again. I might go and get dry..." retreated back to the cockpit and down the companionway.

The rest of the time at sea passed without Tash making any more move for sex.

And so it was that on the morning of the sixth day at sea - after a longer than expected passage - our first view of one of the Cook Islands came into view.