Unexpected Threesome Ch. 34

The dash through the wind, driving rain and mud back to our yacht left us as wet and bedraggled as before. But at least this time a change of clothes awaited us and, because it was our home, not someone else's, we could be a little less paranoid about getting stuff wet as we dried ourselves. We were going to be locked up in the yacht for quite a while. There was plenty of time to sort things out.

But as we dried ourselves and generally sorted things out, I couldn't help but notice that Amy stuck to me like glue. Although apparently going about the processes like everyone else, the fact was there was rarely a moment when some part of her body wasn't in contact with me. In the close confines of a yacht, that can happen, but Amy was clearly making it deliberate and it started to become increasingly -- although still incidentally -- sexual. It was clear she wasn't kidding when she'd said 'more than maybe'. Something had clearly got into her. This was taking the frothing soda bottle analogy to a new level.

We were about to settle around the table for yet another cup of tea or coffee when Amy intercepted by attempt to slide along the seat by taking my hand and pulling me against her as she stood there...

"I need you now."

"What do you mean?"

"In the master cabin."

I could have played the innocent all day until she was completely explicit about what she wanted. But that was pointless. I looked towards the already seated Ellen and Liddy who were watching us with a combination of intrigue and amusement. They might not have been able to hear Amy's words over the storm, but her actions were making it clear something was up.

As Amy took my hand and walked me aft towards the cabin, I looked back over my shoulder at the other two with an attempted 'I don't know what this is about' look. We all know that Amy can be as randy as hell sometimes, but there's usually a more logical connection to when it's exercised. Given we were preparing for the biggest storm any of us had experienced, this just seemed completely random, even by her standards.

As we entered the cabin, Amy closed the door behind us and actually pulled the locking bolt across -- something that never happens. Then she pushed me on my back onto the bed and insisted I lift my hips while she pulled my pants off me. That left me naked; lying and just watching as she pulled the strings on her bikini top and removed it, then pulled her pants down. Even that was different. Amy's got something of an obsession about bikini sex. Normally she would have leapt on me with it on and might or might not have permitted me to remove it as things developed.

For a moment she stood there naked over me; her full beauty on display. Her gorgeous softly featured face framed by long hair which, even in its still wet and bedraggled state, could seduce men with its feminine charm. Her flawless olive skin. Her slender womanly figure with its perky full breasts capped by those wonderous nipples. Her washboard flat stomach which ran all the way down to her distinctively bulging, sexually suggestive mound; that mound which just seemed designed to advertise the playground of delight that lay within in.

Her actions both left plenty of time for and provided the visual stimulation for my manhood to respond. When she lay on top of me, there was a rock had shaft lying between our lower stomachs already aching with desire.

We'd never really properly dried from our time in the rain. In an atmosphere of close to 100% humidity, it was impossible to do so. Both her flesh and mine were still cool and damp in a way that acutely sensitised me to every point of contact between our bodies; unlike the amorphous feelings between hot sweaty bodies that you normally experience on yachts in the tropics.

As she lay on me, offset with her left leg slipped between my thighs, I could feel her beautiful bulging mound pushed against my right thigh; thoughts of the engorged bud that lay within it and now being gently stimulated by the contact flooding my mind. My shaft lay in the smooth rounded recess between that delightfully sexy mound and the skin of her thigh, where almost immediately I could feel it surging and discharging pre-cum onto my stomach.

Her nipples, cold, jutting and raised on her swollen areola came to rest below my own; moments before her lower chest and stomach merged with mine as she eased herself down and transferred her weight onto me.

Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her.

"What's brought this on Amy?"

Amy seemed to ponder the question.

"I need you."

"I know. But why now? Why so urgently?"

"Just a sec.."

Amy lifted her hips and guided my hardness until it was just inside her sex. I hadn't realised how cold even the flesh of my blood engorged manhood was until it was overwhelmed by the warmth of her body as she dropped her hips and pushed herself down to immerse it completely in her sex.

She rested her head on my chest and just lay there silently. I didn't want to ruin things for her, but needed to understand what was happening. As gently as possible, I repeated my question with a soft spoken...

"Well?"

"You're going to think I'm silly."

"No, I never think that. I know you much better than that."

She turned her head to rest her chin on my chest and looked pensively at me.

"It's complicated. You know, the biggest adventure I actually shared with Frank was walking to the local pub with him for a night with his mates. Not much of an adrenalin rush there even if the area was a bit dodgy. And of course the biggest fear I had in his presence was getting beaten by him; and that was a constant fear. A fear for my life sometimes. Frank was never my partner in adventure; always my nemesis.

Our trip so far has been pretty benign in terms of weather and risky situations.

So this is the first time in my life I've had to work hard to face a challenge and really prepare for something dangerous with my lover both on and by my side, instead of him being the source of the danger. There's just something about sharing that with you that's really affecting me. It's an incredible feeling of togetherness and support. And it just makes me want more intimacy with you and I just can't let the moment pass without giving vent to that.

Can you understand that?"

Oh god! There were depths to Amy I couldn't even begin to anticipate. But I could understand it. I was feeling a sort of sexual frission sharing the preparation with the girls, so I can see how her background might amp that up. A simple 'yes' seemed like a grossly inadequate response.

"Yes, I understand that. You're not being silly. I feel really very privileged that I'm allowed to be the one to share that with you.

You know, I felt more than a little sexual frission preparing for the storm with you lovely ladies, so I can easily see how your background might multiply that."

"Ned, you know, as I sat on the floor looking up between their legs as you had sex with the others it struck me that I should be jealous. But I wasn't. Not the least. I could see your manhood, that precious part of you, intimately disappearing into their bodies, giving them something that I wanted more of for myself. I could see their swollen labia, like little fingers seemingly pulling you into them, grasping your shaft as if they wouldn't let you go. With every thrust I watched their juices coat your manhood as if trying to stake a claim to it. I watched Ellen quiver with excitement as she approached orgasm and saw the jerks and spasms of your shaft and balls as you came into Liddy.

But all I really saw was you giving love. Giving it to them like you'd given it to me. And somehow I felt satisfied that what they were receiving didn't diminish what was available for me.

I know penetrative sex and love can be entirely different things. God only knows how often I had to lay on my back and let Frank use my vagina in a way that had nothing to do with love. But this was different. What I saw was love and all I knew was I hadn't had enough of it. I wanted more."

How do you respond to that? What do you say that isn't just putting your foot in it? The adult, and even the parent, in me wants to try and bring her back to a more grounded perspective. Sex and love aren't always the same. When her horrible history with Frank becomes the base off which our relationship is built, it always leaves me worried that I'm exploiting her vulnerability and taking advantage of the damage he did to her; however much or often she denies it.

But there's a time and a place for grounding and that moment wasn't it.

"That's very poetic and beautiful Amy. And I do feel a love for all of you; one that's not diminished by the fact it's shared around."

"Ned. Roll me over and just make love to me. Nice love. Real love. Gentle love. I came to realise why Liddy said she got what she wanted after you came into her without her having a climax. Sometimes it isn't about getting orgasms, it's about the merging of bodies and feeling the passion the other person has towards you and giving an orgasm to the other."

I didn't really get a chance to respond. Almost immediately it was Amy rolling me over, leaving me on top of her. I brought my knees up under me outside her thighs, to let me take more of my own weight and give me more freedom of movement as I tried to satisfy her request. But what did it mean? Maybe less emphasis on her orgasms? Maybe being more lovingly lustful with her -- if that's even a concept -- without actually going the animal.

I nuzzled her cheek and slipped my lips across hers as I slowly performed some deep long full body thrusts that brushed my chest against her nipples, making sure each finished with a strong push into her mound.

All the while I stared into her beautiful eyes; doe eyes that looked back at me with their dilated pupils. And as always, I couldn't help wondering why I was being allowed -- being encouraged -- to make love to someone so beautiful and young.

On the third pass of my lips across her, she licked them, inviting me to loiter over them as our tongues wrestled. And then as if I'd stirred a fire of passion within her she brought her hand around the back of my head and pulled me down where her tongue invaded the back of my throat in an intense kiss. At the same time she started lifting and dropping her hips in time with my thrusts; meeting my full penetration with a firmer collision with her mound and then lifting her chest to tease her nipples more forcefully through my chest hairs.

Her eyes were closed, her head buried deeply into the bunk cushion, her long, wet and still bedraggled hair spread like a halo around her and yet still she wasn't ready to release my lips from hers. Quietly at first she started moaning into my mouth; her tongue going limp as she dealt with whatever she was feeling.

"Oh Ned I...mmmmmmm...I wanted this to be about you."

"It is. I'm loving every minute of it."

"Ooohhhh...Oh Ned."

The hand behind my head started pushing it down. It wasn't hard to work out she wanted me to play with her nipples even as I kept up those long slow thrusts.

I arched my back to let me keep achieving full penetration as my lips were pushed down to her right nipple. I looked down at the breasts that rose from her chest under me. Glorious orbs of female perfection. Large for one so slender, beautifully round and upright, they were capped by areola which seemed to swell to thrust up the large jutting nipples which sat atop them. They made you feel as though you could cum just looking at them.

I circled the nipple with my tongue, watching as Amy arched her chest up at me and hummed in pleasurable response. As I did it again, I knew it was teasing her; offering her a mere taste of pleasure while denying her the full measure of it. Her nipples were so sensitive she could be brought to orgasm just sucking on them.

The hand on the back of my head applied a downward pressure that told me to do just that. The feel of the nipple's jutting hardness in my mouth was a tactile delight. I held the flesh of the swollen areola in my lips while I first flicked my tongue against its firmness and then sucked it like a baby, rubbing my tongue up and down its length. All the while I was still slowly long thrusting her.

Amy was undulating her whole body under me; bring her hips up to meet the thrust of mine, then raising her chest to force her breast more firmly into my mouth; moaning constantly.

"Oooooohhhh...oh Ned, I'm...ooohhh...going to cum."

"Good, let it rip."

Although, since it was said with a nipple in my mouth, the diction might not have been as clear as the written words suggest.

I sucked harder on her nipple.

"But...but...oooohhhhhh...oh god...oh Ned...oh Ned...aaahhhhh...AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH...ooohhhh...oh...oh...oh."

With Amy, I knew better than to stop just because she was climaxing. I don't know why she'd think it was a problem. Half the fun of making love to her is playing her body like a fiddle and bringing it to an almost constant state of orgasm.

She started to run her fingers through my hair instead of forcing my mouth down onto her nipple; while at the same time gripping me more firmly internally as I kept up the thrusting. I took the opportunity to transfer my attention to her left breast. But it seemed like the previously undisturbed nipple brought with it a more acute sensitivity. Almost immediately I got a reaction...

"Oh no, oh Ned..."

As another climax built in her, she pushed my head down onto her breast again and softened her internal grip.

"Oh god, oh Ned, OOoooooohhhhhh... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...oh...oh...hhhh...hhh...hh..."

Until now, I'd just been along for an enjoyable ride. It felt great, I was strongly aroused and absolutely loving the visuals and the sense of oneness with her. But I was nowhere near cumming. But with this orgasm, as her contractions pummelled my hardness, I felt her grip tighten even more firmly around me. Something in it triggered the first vestige of my own approaching climax.

I wanted to make the most of it. I lifted my head up so I could look down on the stunning female beauty that lay under me as I thrust faster and harder. Sensing what was happening, Amy had her hands on my butt, encouraging me.

It was a lovely measured build up; every stroke sending a jet of pleasure up my shaft without bringing it to an instant end. But eventually it had to happen. I knew the next one was the last. I thrust hard and held it there as ropes of cum filled her sex; each one accompanied by a groan inducing shot of ecstasy that ran the length of my shaft and flooded my brain.

After the usually shudders of additional mini climaxes that follow a really good orgasm, I settled down on top of Amy; much of my weight still on my haunches.

Amy ran her hands through my hair again...

"I'm sorry Ned, I wanted that to be about you like Liddy had done, instead of about me. But I couldn't help myself."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. It's not like a guy where when he shoots his load it's all over. I'd feel guilty if I cum and you don't and I love watching you really get off on having sex with me."

"But what about what Liddy did?"

"Maybe she just wasn't really in the mood for an orgasm but wanted to be part of the sex play anyhow. I don't know. But rest assured I enjoy sex much more when my partner cums; but even that's not to say you should fake it."

"I've never had to fake it with you."

"Well, that's good. But the day might come when it's not working for you and know that all I'm wondering at that stage is whether you want me to finish anyway or just stop. You're allowed to ask me to stop."

I lay me head down on her chest and rested there until it was time for me to reluctantly withdraw. After getting dress again, Amy gave me one final kiss as I unbolted the door and rejoined the others.

I was uncertain how they would have reacted to Amy's sudden need for sex. Things can get a bit competitive at times. But Ellen just gave me a quizzical look as if recognising something was out of balance and wanting to know what it was. But there was no easy answer to that. I gave her that "I don't know, but you're right, something is strange..." skyward glance in return.

Which fortunately seemed to satisfy her.