Unexpected Threesome Ch. 42

And all with Ellen and Liddy watching on.

"That depends on you. I can't make it work if your body doesn't react that way."

"Well, after what I heard of Amy's I'll just have to make it work. She rated it a 20 on a ten point scale. A once in a lifetime orgasm she called it, even as she tells me she asked for another."

"I'm not sure putting pressure on yourself is the way to do it."

"Whatever. Anyhow, how are you going to cope with making love to four women every day?"

"I don't know. We'll just have to work that out. Anyway, Liddy's not every day. But I don't think five of us can fit in the bed, so you girls are going to have to work out what to do about that too."

"We'll just have to work harder at the fuck me clothing and teasing you up. Did you know I read somewhere that scientists proved that women in really provocative clothing can do more to stir a man's feelings that naked ones?"

"Is that right? I think they might have only been social scientists and I sometimes think someone needs to have a good hard look at some of the research they get funded for."

Throughout the conversation I'd been casting glances towards Julie, who could clearly hear it all. Sometimes she'd pretend to be oblivious. Sometimes, such as with the talk about Amy's seizure orgasm, I'd get a smirking, "OMG is that true" look from her acknowledging she'd not missed a thing. But the way I'd watched her nipples jut out in her t shirt indicated she wasn't unaffected by it. Issie finally picked up on my distraction and looked about; maybe for the first time focusing on the fact our conversation had been public.

But never one to shy away from something Issie couldn't just let things be.

"Sorry Julie. He's a bit popular with the girls and good in bed too."

I flirted with the idea of disclaiming or playing down Issie's words, but quickly realised the best thing was just to let the topic drop, leaving Julie hanging with a slack jawed silent response.

"Why don't we go home?"

I was the only one surprised by Issie's homecoming. All the others knew of it, even if Liddy had never even met her in person before. I'd kept up a sort of cursory 'how are you going' contact with her by email; which I now discovered had been even more superficial than I'd known, since it disclosed nothing of her loneliness.

A whole conversation stream had been going on among the girls without me knowing about it; far more intimate and spelling out nearly every aspect of our lives. In a way, the social habits Amy and Ellen had started to form on our way down the coast was the final straw in bringing Issie back to us. At every port, they'd go and socialise in whatever was the most popular pub in town.

For Ellen it was all part of her awakening to the wider world that existed outside our yacht's bubble and the males that inhabited it. Amy was there more as her wing girl; enjoying the attention she attracted, but maintaining her distance from any real engagement as her determination to stay with me never wavered.

But Issie decided she liked the sound of all that and it sealed the deal of her move to Australia.

But the first issue was that of the sleeping arrangements. There was no simple way of fitting five people in one bed.

I suggested alternative nights; but most of the girls weren't happy with that. And it was in any case complicated by Liddy's shift arrangements. So the final compromise was to move a spare double bed into the master bedroom to accompany the super king size one already there. In that context, the girls were willing to have some rotation between the two beds. It was just lucky the master bedroom was an old converted lounge room; much larger than your standard bedroom.

How a single man has group sex with four women was another matter altogether. It was complicated enough with three; but at least the 111 and 41 positions we used on the boat sort of let everyone participate together. And three could sort of pile on me horizontally for a variation of the orgy style sex. But when it comes to four, a man only has so many body parts and so much skin surface area.

If I really spread my legs apart, so that there could be one girl on each thigh, then 111 and 41 could sort of become 1111 and 411, but to my mind, it all started to be a bit impersonal and uncomfortable, even if the girls didn't seem to complain. The alternative of taking turns riding me cowgirl style while the others cheered the rider on was really only a variation of 1111 without the others having intimate body contact while waiting their turn.

But the problem started to become that the chance of me brewing up and going early when four had to have their turn increased greatly.

On the other hand, if we substituted individual sex for group stuff, I'd need to spend half the day in bed to satisfy them all.

Added to that the fact that Issie had come back almost insatiable in her initial desire for sex - trying to angle for at least one extra time alone for herself, and sometimes more, on top of any group sex - and it would be fair to say it took a while to work things out. As usual, I let the girls make the decisions. It was much safer.

Satisfying Issie's desires was assisted by the fact she had a month off before starting work, often leaving her alone with me during the day. In a way, the day we went down to finish the job that her arrival had interrupted was typical. She offered to come down and help. That was something that would be really useful, since I was lacking anyone to pass tools in as I needed them.

This time I'd remembered to do up the drawstring of my swimmers before butt walking into the hole. But that didn't make any difference. No sooner had she passed in the long wrench I needed to crack the stubborn nut that had delayed me last time - making sure she dangled her barely covered tits in their tiny bikini across my field of vision out of the access hole as she did so - than Issie had undone the string and pulled the front down to expose my own nuts.

And the success I had in getting the blasted thing undone at last, paled next to her success in getting a full boner out of me in no time at all. Next thing I knew, she was sitting on my shin, leaning forward and deep throating me; drawing my shaft back against tightly pressed together lips before plunging it back in again where the back of her throat and the press of her tongue erotically compressed its hardness, only to repeat the process time and time again.

After about six immersions, she came up for air, only to quickly start it again.

Before her next coming up for air, I had my head buried back in the cushion I was resting on moaning...

"I'm about to cum."

"Go for it."

Issie reduced the depth of her repeated immersions just enough to let her take the cum directly into the back of her throat. Two more and I was shooting my load; unable to respond in any way as she sucked it dry and then licked it clean, eventually tucking the wet flaccid member back into my swimmers.

It was really hard to concentrate on the job at hand as Issie then started rubbing her crease along my bare shin while leaning forward over me; brushing her breasts across my limp manhood every time she came forward. As I looked back out of the compartment, all I could see was her pretty face, surrounded by her gorgeous hair and those lovely breasts massaging my manhood as she pumped my leg.

"That's OK Ned, finish your job. Don't mind me."

As if it was that easy. Still, having got the thing released from the bulkhead wall, I couldn't help but bring it down to where I could see it, to notice that one end of the anti syphon device had been crushed between some of the panels surrounding the engine compartment. So at long last I'd found the cause of the engine cooling problems.

Even as Issue kept pumping my leg, I managed to free the device from its inlet and outlet hoses and replace it with a new one I had.

As Issie noisily came she collapsed face down with her open mouth covering my swimmers where they bulged over my manhood; tickling it with her tongue as she breathed through her nose and leaving me with a final distraction as I bolted the new fitting back up on the bulkhead to finish the job.

I eventually persuaded Issie to take the tools from me as I passed them back out of the compartment, and get off me long enough to let me out of the compartment; although she remained determined to keep playing with my cock as I did so.

If she was looking to tease it up again, she was obviously forgetting about the refractory period of an older male.

As I finally got out and stood up again, Issie pressed quickly herself against me and kissed me; undulating her body against mine, particularly grinding her crotch across my manhood. It was only in retrospect that I fully realised her mindset. With the job finished, I was likely to just pack up and go home. But Liddy was there and it was clear that Issie wanted more sex. So she was somewhat desperate to either tease me up quickly or delay me until I was more vulnerable to her charms so we could frolic in the relative privacy of the yacht.

Which sort of explained her next move.

"It been a bit hot and sweaty. How about we get a milkshake from the café before we tidy up?"

"Sure, I'll put something on."

"You're fine like that."

I was less than sure about that proposition. It might have obeyed Ellen's 50/50 rule about wearing speedo type swimwear (over 50 years of age and not more than 50 metres from the water), but even with that I figured there was probably an exclusion covering public buildings. I wasn't sure her tiny bikini was really all that suitable for the location either; it was so brief it only just covered her mound and the line of her crease and bum crack and the top triangles were barely wide enough to cover her nipples. And that's before I mention the obvious wet patch through her crotch.

I might go bare footed, but normally I'd be in a pair of shorts and t shirt at the least to go the office/café. But Issie was up the companionway steps and half way off the yacht before I could even answer. I meekly followed, a wallet in my hand with nowhere to put it.

I turned the corner into the office/café just in time to see Julie's wide eyed reaction to the sight of the near naked woman in front of her, followed, as she lifted her head towards me, by the same reaction to swimwear that a guy her age wouldn't be seen dead in.

Issie had ordered the milkshakes to drink there before I got a word in, meaning they'd be served in those old fashioned aluminium flasks and I couldn't even slink away with a take away. Then she led us to the table; making me feel somewhat overexposed and with a vain need to hold my stomach in and chest out.

Oh well, at least I got to ask her about something that had been chewing at me for a while...

"You and Liddy get on well given that you'd never met her before."

"Ah Ned, you underestimate me. I was probably aware Liddy was joining the boat before you were. And I'd spoken to her on skype with the others. Why do you think I was on her list of your permitted sexual partners that she agreed to?"

I inwardly groaned. This conversation had turned not suitable for public places way faster than I'd anticipated.

"I always wondered about that. I thought it was some remote contingency inserted by Amy. I get the impression you were controlling the boat even when you were back in Italy."

"Never underestimate me Ned. I hadn't given up on you, even if you'd sort of relegated me to your history."

Issie was right. As fond as I remained of her, I had relegated her to my history. Her departure was so sudden and determined, I really had no cause to think we'd have anything more than a long distance correspondence relationship. And while I felt the pain of her loss, much of what I had missed about her had been substituted by Ellen; that same intellectual strength and quickness of wit.

"I'd just assumed you'd met a nice Italian guy and get married and if we were lucky we'd be invited to your wedding."

"Yea, well, I could see that wasn't going that well. I was already planning our next fuck by then."

Issie winked at someone over my shoulder. I turned to see Julie walking towards us with the drinks; clearly in earshot of that last comment. I could see I was heading to the point I'd be cringing every time I had to deal with Julie from now on.

We waited for her to put the drinks down and retreat before we continued, Issie sliding a hand up my thigh under the table and caressing the bulge in my swimmers with the side of her fingers...

"Speaking of which, how's your recovery going?"

She got enough of a reaction to feel it...

"Ah good, won't be long now."

We sat there drinking our milkshakes through a straw; Issie holding hers in one hand while the side of her finger on the other continued to play against my flaccid manhood. As for me, relieved though I was that Issie's action was blocked from Julie's view by my own body, I was completely distracted by the need to keep it flaccid; even as I could feel the blood start to flow into it under Issie's constant stimulation.

I've never drank a milkshake so quickly. But since Issie was determined to take her time, that still didn't get me out of the shop. Issie drank in unhurried bursts, only accelerating to the finish when, against my wishes, my manhood suddenly developed a good half mongrel.

She put her tin cup down with an attraction drawing clang...

"OK Ned, time for a good fuck."

I stood up and behind Issie to draw her chair out for her; keeping my back to Julie. As we walked out and towards the marina berths I walked the other side of Issie, using her to block the side view of me that Julie would otherwise have had; praying that, at this time in the middle of the week, we wouldn't run into anyone else on the way to the yacht.

No sooner were we down the companionway steps than Issie was undulating her body against me in a full contact embrace. This time she quickly got what she wanted as my manhood stiffened into a full hard erection; its progress unimpeded by the tightly tied drawstring of my swimmers as it instead simply stretched the material well over the waistband, pulling the leg hems away from my thighs until I could feel my balls hanging out each side.

As Issie put one hand around the back of my neck to hold my head to hers to kiss me, she slipped the other inside the gap in the leg hem of my pants and slid her fingers up and down the bare flesh of my shaft. I had one arm around her and cupping her butt. The other I slipped between our thighs on the side opposite that she was using to touch me up and slid a finger through her crotch; pushing the thin and soon very wet material of her bikini pants into a deep camel toe the length of her crease as I fingered her clit.

As she started breathing heavily, I broke away from her...

"Let's go into the cabin."

I took her hand and led her the few steps into the cabin, then guided her to lie down on the bunk. She sprawled herself languorously out; seductively but like a princess simply waiting to be serviced by a favoured, sexually desirable underling.

I stripped off my swimmers and knelt on the bed over her alluringly prone form; my rampant erection towering up towards my navel.

Issie was right about one thing. There is something terribly, teasingly exciting about their fuck me clothing; especially the bikinis. Partly that's because they were proper bikinis; not merely try hard concoctions of straps, postage stamps and bandaids. Brazilian cut, not pussy floss thong bottoms and proper - although small - slide tri tops that might have showed underboob and plenty of the flesh of the delightful orb of the breast, but didn't squeeze it out of shape as it fought to stay in place Certainly they pushed the limits of public respectability as the look on Julie's face showed. But they teased by provocatively hiding, rather than merely defaceing, the sexualised beauty of the wearer.

Her jutting nipples pushed titillating out the narrow triangles covering them, daring me to expose them, while the small rectangle of material covering her mons folded at its base into her crease. The wet, sexually suggestive camel toe ran right through her crotch. It pulled in the material to expose a wide strip of her perfect golden olive flesh, where the top of her thighs turned into her crotch, right up where it rose to meet her outer labia; a veritable invitation to any number of carnal delights. And it was all so flimsy, so easily pulled off or aside to expose the delectable sexual playground that lay below.

The end of the tie strings of her bikini top lay out to her left because she had shuffled to the right as she settled on the bunk. Taking my weight on my crab positioned arms, I bent over her to pick up between my lips the end of the neck tie. As it came within reach, I dropped my hips down to thrust the tip of my erection firmly into her crease; wiggling it about in there as I took a few goes to grasp the thin string in my lips.

Then I arched my back to lift my head high, pushing harder into her crease and jerking it, as I pulled the string with my teeth, stretching it until I felt the knot release.

By now Issie was getting quite excited by the play of the tip of my manhood against her clit; the hands she had on my butt encouraging my playful poking of her as she squirmed her hips around to increase the effect.

The next step was to orally pull the triangles of the top off each breast and give each nipple a good suck and tickle up with my tongue; still all done as the bell of my erection was jerked against her.

With a final pull of the end of the string of the lower tie, just visible under her left lower chest, I was able to pull the top right off her. It was time for the main game.

I sat up over her again. The now very wet pants were string sided, but didn't have ties on the side. They'd have to come off the conventional way. I brought one knee over and slipped it between her thighs, then encouraged her to spread her legs so the other could join it. Lifting her hips, I slipped a couple of large pillows under them, before grasping her thighs and lifting her legs vertically up.

The pants followed; giving me a face full of their wet gusset as they brushed past me on the way to flipping them off her elevated feet.

Spreading her legs slightly apart, I rested one on each shoulder and pinned them there with an arm across both while I took my shaft in my spare hand and bent it down to her clearly a receptive sex. A slight push gave me an initial penetration; allowing for a firm thrust to complete the job.

Now I could kneel up, elevating her hips to deliver firm upward thrusts that would rake across the front of her sex. I knew from previous experience it would strongly stimulate her g spot. Issie's no screamer like Amy, but she's not quiet about it either. She was soon moaning and groaning up a storm. Anyone walking past along the marina would have not the slightest doubt what was going on below.

As she loudly came, I spread her legs apart and put them on the bunk either side of me; doing my best to maintain my near full penetration of her as I eased myself down on top of her. Moving my legs outside hers, I started long thrusting her; this time for my own pleasure.

I was just starting to brew up into a climax when I could feel Issie using her hands on my butt to try and signal for a deeper, more sustained, penetration from me as she lifted her hips up into mine. It felt like she was trying to grind her clit against my pubis; either to sustain her orgasm or work towards another.

It wasn't going to seriously affect my own pleasure to give her that. The deeper penetration felt nice of its own accord and Issie was squeezing me tightly. As I basically rocked my hardened shaft inside her in slower shorter thrusts it almost gave me time to feel every individual part of my manhood that was being stimulated; the tight grip of Issie's pelvic floor muscles around its base, the rub of the centre front of my slightly curved erection against the back wall of her vagina, but maybe more than anything else, the play of the bell of the erection in the upper cavity of her sex, near her cervix and maybe even against the cervix itself. But I wasn't going to be able to deliver her a sustained performance; it was too late for that.