Unexpected Threesome Ch. 34

I was drying Amy's back when she turned around...

"Now the front."

Her breast was still hanging out. Even though she had pat dried her front before I did her back, but water was still running in a stream out of her long hair, across her breasts and down her front. She stared at me with big dilated eyes as I ran the towel slowly down her hair, rubbing it between two hands, trying to collect up at least the surface water to stop it dripping. As I reached the bottom of the hair line on her right side, she thrust her chest out...

"It's been running down my chest and stomach too..."

I took the hint and pat dried her breasts and stomach and even down to the top of her bikini line.

"A bit further..."

I rubbed the towel across her mons and through her crotch, repeating the movement a number of times, raising my eyebrows and grinning at her as I checked...

"Is that what you'd like?"

But she wasn't going to entirely let me get away with that. A significant hardness had developed in my swimmers.

Partly that had been a degree of sexual frission as I stood in very close proximity to three attractive, barely clothed and now dripping wet woman. Even as we'd been working out in the rain, there was a certain spirit of shared primitive adventure surrounding the whole preparation exercise at this stage which I found added to that frission; more so because of the close, even intimate, physical contact that much of the preparation required simply because of the severity of the conditions. The incident with Amy had simply been one example of that; a sort of high point of blatant sexuality visually, but not even close to being the most intimate as we'd worked together in close proximity on a yacht that was already rocking in its berth.

As we dried ourselves, that was compounded as Ellen had been rubbing her butt against mine as she towelled herself -- enough to half peel down her bikini bottoms. I don't think it was deliberate; just a function of the lack of room. And Liddy had just about had to swallow my cock as she's bent down to dry her feet. OK, swallow my cock was a small exaggeration, but her face had been willing pressed up against my wet swimwear sheathed manhood as she'd done it. She'd compounded the frission by looking up at me and making chomping movements with her mouth while millimetres away from the bulge.

But the bulge had certainly enlarged to something much more as I'd touched up Amy.

She stretched out my swimmers to release the bulge from its curled up position. As it straightened upwards she tucked the swimmers around it, then slid her finger up and down its length a few times to complete my arousal.

"I suspect it's more what you like. I'll dry your back now."

I was about to turn around when she took the towel off me and simply pressed her body against mine as she reached around behind my back to start patting it dry. As she rubbed the towel up and down, she rubbed her crotch against my erect shaft.

After about three up and down movements, she released from the towel the hand on the side away from Ellen and Liddy. I felt her reach between our bodies, pull the gusset of her bikini pants aside, then peel the front of my swimmers off my erection. A moment later she stood on her toes, still rubbing my back with one hand as I felt her guide my erection into her body with the other.

The morning had been a busy one, I'd been up early to keep the momentum of storm preparation going. Without that being any big deal for me, there'd been no waking up romp that morning. That first penetration of my rain chilled shaft into the wondrous slippery warmth of her sex felt incredible.

It was difficult to repress an audible groan of pleasure. In fact I couldn't. It was only the wind howling in the rigging and ran pelting heavily on the deck that didn't immediately announce Amy's action to Liddy and Ellen standing right next to me.

With exaggerated movements, Amy kept rubbing my back while lifting herself up and down on my shaft by some repeated ballet like pirouettes. For the moment Liddy was focused on drying Ellen's back and Ellen was turned away from us, so Amy's actions weren't visually spotted. But I knew from the outset the secrecy wasn't going to last long and couldn't help but wonder how this was going to play out.

Amy had clearly been heavily aroused when she'd first brought me to penetrate her. She was wet slippery and clearly fully receptive as I'd gone in without the slightest resistance or friction. In fact as I reflected, I could see that she'd very likely been sexually touching herself up even as we'd worked together. The exposure of her breast had been the only one I'd noticed at the time as having a sexual context because of my focus on getting the job done. But her breasts had often been resting on my hands or arms and her crotch had frequently straddled my thighs as we'd braced ourselves against the wind. Moving was part of the job, so both were being rubbed against me and with all the girls having jutting nipples out in that wind and driving rain, Amy's weren't significant except for the fact hers are always bigger than the others. And as for any wetness down there -- well, who was to know in those conditions.

So I figured whatever lay ahead, it was going to help if I could bring Amy to a quick orgasm. On the side away from the other two, I brought my hand down and slipped it between us to finger her clit. The other I brought onto her exposed breast and its cold jutting nipple; unable to escape the fact it would be easily seen by the others once their attention came our way. But Amy's nipples are too sensitive not to be stimulated if you want a quick reaction from her.

Her movement quickly changed from an up and down one to a grinding of her mons -- and presumably her clit -- against my pubis and the base of my shaft. That was a lot less immediately obvious and since it crushed my finger out from where it had been between our bodies fingering her, let me use it to play with her nipple instead of the one nearest the others.

By now her head was resting on my chest, her face away from the others. Still making a pretext of drying me, her moaning told me she was approaching climax. But since it was still drowned out by the conditions, just for a moment I thought we might get away with this without the others knowing.

But that was failing to allow for Amy. As she came, she did a full Meg Ryan plus. Throwing her head and the top half of her torso back, all pretext of towelling me disappeared as, holding me by the hips, she jerked her body repeatedly and forcefully against me as she cried out loud. Then suddenly turning weak kneed, she caused my shaft to bend out horizontal as it slipped out of her when she collapsed to the floor.

Like a man caught naked as the tide had gone out, I was left there with my erection exposed and Amy spent and on her bum at my feet, knees up with her exposed, just fucked, pussy there for all to see. I sheepishly turned to the other two somehow hoping they were still distracted and a quick slip of my erection back into my swimmers would fix everything. But no; they were standing there staring at the scene with wide eyed, 'what the f..' faces.

Ellen stepped between Amy and myself and stuck her finger into my chest. With raised eyebrows and a rising inflection indicating her faux imitation of real annoyance, she yelled over the howl of the storm...

"So, you thought you could get away with a quick fuck did you, without having to be put to the effort of looking after Liddy and myself. Don't think I didn't notice you snuck out of bed this morning without seeing to your morning duties. Couldn't be bothered ay? Or aren't we pretty enough anymore? Starting to look around for even younger pussy to play with maybe?"

There wasn't really anything I could say as her jabbing finger slowly backed me up against the companionway ladder. Anyway, she was clearly enjoying herself working herself up to a confected, and wholly put on and not to be taken the slightest bit seriously, rage.

"Don't you think I have needs just because of a bit of rain outside?"

The companionway ladder lent back at an angle of about 15 degrees to the vertical. By this stage she had me pressed flat against it, her crotch pushed against my exposed, pushed forward, erection.

"It's just lucky for you Amy didn't drain your balls."

She rubbed herself up and down on my shaft...

"And that you've managed to keep it hard."

She pulled aside the crotch of her bikini pants and, like Amy before her, lifted herself up to have me penetrate her. As she levelled back out to fully immerse me, she grinned...

"Ah, that's better. In fact it's nice that Amy pre-warmed you. Given what it's been through, I bet that thing was like a shaft of ice when you first stuck it in her."

She screwed up her face and poked her tongue playfully out at me, like a little girl might to a friend in the playground. Then closing her eyes, she moved her hips alternatively slowly away and back towards me; bending my shaft as she withdrew it, then plunging it back in to grind herself against the base of it. I knew what she was doing. I could almost feel the swollen tip of her large, prominent clit being drawn along the length of my shaft with every movement and the manner of her movement was intended to increase the pressure applied against it. She may have been humming or moaning through what quickly became a little round circle of mouth but I couldn't tell over the din of the storm.

I just watched transfixed as this tall, slender, beautiful young woman pleasured herself on me...just used my body for her sexual delight. I had to be amused by the way Ellen became turned on by her own trash, dominance and sex talking. She really seemed to get off on it; working herself up into...sexual frenzy sounds a bit too dramatic, but something related to it. But it also turned me on too; if only because I got to watch this display of confidence in someone I cared so dearly about and of the sexual invitations implicit in it.

Casting about, I noticed Amy still sitting exposed, knees apart on the floor just watching us with a smirk on her face and who knows what thoughts in her head. She'd have a pretty nice view of Ellen's cute little butt as it worked away on the hard shaft she had buried inside her; and probably of my balls between Ellen's legs. To my left, Liddy was actually filling the kettle with the nonchalance of someone who'd broken away from a mere conversation to get everyone a cup of tea. It was clear she was still getting used to this whole group sex thing. It wasn't sharing me that seemed to unsettle her; rather the effectively public sex -- whether she was the actor or the audience.

Ellen leaned into me and yelled over the noise of the storm into my ear...

"Play with my tits fuck you."

I couldn't help myself. I yelled back...

"You already are."

It took a moment for her brain to process my reply as she leaned back into her grinding position again. Then she just grinned and poked her tongue out at me again.

Her tits were eminently playable with. It was only my loving focus on the effect of her arousal on her beautiful face that had distracted me from them until now. The wet material of her tiny top was moulded to the delightful orbs that they struggled to even only partly cover and in the centre of each triangle jutted out her tightened nipples.

I cupped a hand over each of them. Ellen didn't share Amy's near obsession with bikini sex. Flesh on flesh contact was her preference. I pushed the triangles aside and took each nipple between my fingers. They were cold and wet to the touch but I could feel them harden further and to warm as I tweaked them.

It was with a certain disconnect that I watched Ellen bring herself towards her orgasm. Yes, it was my body she was using and it both felt nice down there while providing a degree of interconnectedness. But my role was essentially passive; to offer up my manhood for her use. The real pleasure lay in just watching Ellen. It was almost like watching porn while being part of it at the same time -- good porn, nice porn, loving porn or at least porn where the actors are making a good job of convincing you of it; if that even exists.

As she became more aroused, she almost seemed to glow; or at least to radiate the pleasure she was feeling inside her body. Maybe it was just a manifestation of the aura that I always find encircles Ellen, but it had a powerful effect on me. Not one that was going to brew up my balls and make me cum. No a deeper, far more meaningful effect than that.

As her legs started to quiver in excitement, that effect only became stronger. I could almost feel the orgasm building inside her. She might not scream like Amy does, but she doesn't need to. She conveys her arousal far more effectively through her body than her voice.

Her orgasm, when it came, was obviously a good one. She pressed herself against me shaking and quivering -- no longer just her legs, but now her whole body as little waves of it overcame her and her strong contractions pummelled my shaft. And then, when it was all over, pressed her mouth against mine for a passionate kiss.

Still binding me tightly, she turned to Liddy and yelled over the top of the storm...

"Hey, Liddy. Do you want him or will I finish him?"

Liddy just tapped her finger on her wet bikini top, indicating she was up next. Almost reluctantly, Ellen stood on her toes again to release my shaft -- now copiously covered in the juices of both herself and Amy -- from the embrace of her body and vacated her position in front of me.

Liddy stepped into her place -- still needing to negotiate her way around Amy, who seemed content to sit there staring up at proceedings with the full length of her crease still on display. In the brief time between Ellen stepping aside and Liddy filling her place, I was left staring down at Amy. She flashed me a grin. With a raise of her eyebrows, she licked her tongue provocatively across her open lips, before jerking her hips, and the exposed pussy her thighs framed, momentarily upwards to attract my attention down there to what seemed like a very aroused womanhood.

Any possible reaction from me was cut short as Liddy pushed her body up against me. The possibility of whispered sweet nothing was negated by the storm. With my back still flat against the companionway ladder, and thus my body angled back with it, Liddy leaned against me and kissed me as I felt her hand pull aside the gusset of her tiny bikini pants. She wrapped her hand around my now sticky shaft and bent it down to slide its tip through her crease and back up to what I presumed was her clit. Playing with it there for a few moments, she then slipped it back down her crease to enter her body.

Normally Liddy and I use lube; particularly if we're planning vigorous sex. But I went in easily without it. Whether that was because of the juices of the other girls coating my shaft or Liddy's own arousal, who could say?

Amy and Ellen had slipped me in and out of their bodies with a loose grip; letting me enjoy the movement of my shaft within their sex without being pushed to orgasm. Maybe because the other's had already had their turn, Liddy did nothing of the sort.

Pulling the triangles of her bikini top to the side of her impressive firm breasts, she rested her jutting nipples on my chest. Then gripping my manhood almost crushingly firmly inside her sex, she moved her body to rub her nipples up and down on me.

The result was almost no movement of my shaft relative to her sex; only the brushing of her nipples on my torso. The only analogy I can think of is gripping your shaft in both hands and jerking it up and down without sliding it along. Except, instead of being a pair of cold, dry hands doing the job, this was full immersion in the warm, moist and delightful embrace of Liddy's vagina. I could only imagine that for her, she might have been trying to grind her clit against the base of my shaft.

I've never been one for wanking -- I just don't find it works that well and haven't often been frustrated enough to need it. But this worked -- if working is defined as bringing on an orgasm. With the second upward movement of her nipples on my chest I could feel that first sensation of my climax starting to brew up. With the fourth I had to whisper in her ear -- or at least a whisper loud enough to be heard over the storm...

"I'm about to cum."

If my intention was to let her know that a change of approach might be necessary if she wanted a longer performance from me, it failed. All I got in return was...

"Good, enjoy it."

By the sixth, my ability to resist the inevitable was spent. All I could do was hold her tightly against me while I jerked my hips -- lifting her bodily up and down - as my seed sprayed her cervix and I hummed with pleasure in her ear...

"oohhmmmmmmmm."

But it seemed Liddy wasn't content with that. As I eased her back down, she squeezed a bit tighter and jerk again. A flood of pleasure shot up my shaft and invaded my brain. I turned my head upwards and hummed again, loud enough for her to hear me over the storm...

"oohhhmmmmmmmmmm."

Five times she did it, each eliciting the same result. By then my shaft was so sensitive, I didn't think I could stand another. I squeezed her butt tightly with my hands, limiting her movement. Still she managed a series of little mini jerks, each of which sent another progressively diminishing shot of pleasure through my body, until there was no more to be had. Sensing that, she stopped, leaving me weak kneed and shuddering under her.

It was far from the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, but it was certainly one of the longest. Her wish had been fulfilled. I certainly enjoyed it.

But as the climax passed and my focus could shift back from my inward self to Liddy as my sexual partner, I was aware she hadn't been satisfied. I slipped a hand down to push it between our still firmly embraced bodies to tickle her clit. Sensing what I was doing, Liddy intercepted my hand even before it had pressed itself between our stomachs. She lifted it to her lips and kissed it...

"That's OK, I got what I wanted."

She winked at me, then rested her head on my chest and held me tightly for the several delightful minutes it took for my shaft to start softening inside her. As I stroked her wet hair, I couldn't help but ask...

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"What?"

"Prolong my orgasm like that."

"Just then. You seemed to be enjoying it, so I kept doing it."

Then with a final kiss on my lips, she released me and readjusted the gusset of her still wet bikini pants to its proper place.

As Liddy moved aside to the galley, it left me with a clear view of Amy again, still sitting as I'd left her; on her butt, knees up and spread apart and her crease and breast still exposed. I tucked myself back into my own pants, then offered her a hand to help her up. She took it and let me lift her to her feet. Bringing her body into full frontal contact, she cupped my balls in her hand and brought her mouth to my ear, and essentially confirmed my suspicion that I thought her sex still looked aroused as I'd lifted her up...

"I'm not sure I've got all of what I wanted yet."

"Later maybe."

"More than maybe."

After our warming cup of tea, we tidied up the cabin of Liddy's yacht as best we could. This would be our last visit until the storm had passed. Externally we'd doubled up the mooring lines, brought in everything that we could and double lashed down everything we couldn't. Internally we hung up the wet towels, closed all the sea cocks and turned off the gas and just hoped for the best. The yacht would have to look after itself.

The lagoon was designed as a cyclone shelter; but nothing is perfect. The expected tidal surge, refracted waves coming through the entrance, another boat breaking away from its mooring and crashing into Liddy's and the rigging getting tangled in that of the yacht alongside as it heeled bare poled to the wind were all known hazards. And that, to use the words of an infamous US politician, is before you factor in the unknown unknowns.