Unexpected Threesome Ch. 37

Once or twice some change in the screwing motion of my erection in her vagina caused a surge of pleasure to flood through its length, but it was never prolonged enough to start that process of brewing up my balls; letting it subside before it got an unstoppable momentum.

She brought herself to another climax; this one a bit longer, her lower body quivering in response.

Through her moaning in my ear, she added...

"Oh god Ned, that was nice. How do you do it?"

I stroked my hand through her hair...

"I don't. You do."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"I want you to enjoy yourself for as long as you want and I last."

Again she lifted herself back on her arms and started circling. But now her movement included a bit more in and out. That was a bit more provocative. I started to calculate how long I could last. I knew if I just lay here and let it happen, it would be something of a damp squid discharge. Nice enough, but not something that was going to blow your mind. That's just the way I find it happens if I'm triggered by these subtle movements, instead of some good firm thrusting.

Tash was clearly working towards another climax and I dearly wanted her to get there before I felt compelled to override her movements and thrust from under her. I tried countermoveing to her action, minimising the in and out movement while increasing the circling action that was clearly working for her; all to give me a bit more endurance.

To try and move her along, I furiously sucked at one nipple while tweaking the other; acutely focusing on her breathing, trying to judge how close she was and whether anything I was doing was making it better or worse. As her nipples jutted further and became as hard as rocks and little moans started emanating from deep within her, I fought to hang on just that little bit longer.

I was so pleased when she came again. This time as she bent down over me to moan in my ear, I wrapped my arms around her and started furiously pumping up into her quivering sex. Her moans rose in pitch as they were joined by my own groans of pleasure. Even before her climax was finished I was flooding her sex with my cum as wave after ejeculative wave of it pleasurably rushed up my shaft to forlornly invade her body.

In the end, she was left collapsed down on top of me, both of us panting in a spent state.

She recovered first; easing herself off the bunk. But immediately she almost fell to the floor.

"Ohmygod, my legs are killing me. I seemed to have pulled every muscle in them last might."

She struggled to don one of her fuck me bikinis. She bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips...

"Thanks Ned. That was great. I was getting desperate for a good fuck, but I never expected what you gave me last night. Now I'm famished. Are you ready for breakfast?"

I watched her arse wiggle and her legs wobble as she exited the cabin before I eased myself out of the bunk. With nothing to put on, I leisurely followed her out, still naked. Ellen was sitting at the table facing me while Tash was in the galley serving herself some cereal.

"Morning. How was the night?"

She asked it straight, although I didn't doubt the question had an undertone. I was about to answer as Tash cut in...

"Want some cereal?"

I stopped by the edge of the table as I answered Tash... "Please."

As I was momentarily distracted, Ellen cupped my balls. My cock, sort of flaccid, but still with that post sex swollen feeling, rested across her wrist...

"My god, it's even stickier than last night. Look it's covered in gunk."

I looked down. She was exaggerating. Yes, I suspected it was sticky to the touch and there was some evidence of...'cough'... dried bodily fluids -- both mine and Tash's I'd say. But 'covered in gunk' was definitely a beat up.

"Sorry, I'll go and put something on."

Ellen beamed a smile at me...

"Definitely wash it first. And who threw who against the cabin wall last night? For a minute I thought I was going to have to stage an intervention."

Tash leaned over the half bulkhead that separated the galley from the bench seat Ellen was sitting on. Putting an arm around each of her shoulders, she cupped Ellen's breasts as she brought her head alongside Ellen. Then looking up at me, she answered...

"That was me having orgasmic seizures. I'm starting to see what makes Amy such a screamer."

Ellen squeezed my balls a bit in mock torture of me as she looked at me with challenging eyes...

"So, you're giving other girls seizures and not me. Are you playing favourites?"

"You've passed out many times."

See broadened her grin as she obviously amused herself with her thought...

"That's different. I probably just fell asleep. A seizure is taking it to another level."

"I can't control how you react. But we can work on seizures if that's your ambition."

"Good. Now go and wash that thing before it starts to smell."