Unexpected Threesome Ch. 45

I drew out every last ounce of pleasure from my next immersion in her body; millimetre by slow, steady millimetre; unable to contain the prolonged moan of delight as I did so. I was only half way in when I knew I was about to erupt. Groaning far too loudly for a crowded yacht, I plunged myself into full penetration and jerked upwards as the first blast of cum rushed up my shaft into Amy and jerked again and again with every following rope of cum, or wave of my orgasm or whatever it was that repeatedly wracked my body with intense pleasure.

The effect was to almost violently rag-doll Amy and send her into another profanity spewing orgasm. For a moment our bodies were locked together in an orgasmic dance, jerking and thrusting against each other and grunting and groaning as we surrendered to our bodies' demands.

And then, we were still and momentarily silent except for our heavy breathing.

By the standards of my love making with Amy, it had certainly been a quickie. But not, to turn a phrase, a quietie.

As the focus of our bodies' senses moved from being entirely on our sexual organs, the sounds of Shelley and Adam making out in the front cabin permeated them. Shelley wasn't screaming like Amy does, but she's not quiet either and Adam's grunting was louder than the previous night.

You could well imagine that they'd felt secure with the thought that Amy would put on a sufficiently loud and prolonged performance that they could get away with their own lovemaking flying under the radar. Now as ours came to an unexpected early finish, they were like a couple caught swimming naked when the tide went out.

Perhaps too focused on each other to be aware their sounds were now broadcast into an otherwise silent boat, they continued, and continued, and continued some more, until at last, with a loud grunt, Adam clearly came and brought the show to a halt.

As we'd laid there listening to the performance, Amy couldn't stop herself from giggling. Not a gentle one; a burst of expressed merriment that wracked her whole body, causing her vagina to pleasurably move against the now well drained, but still completely hard manhood I had buried in her.

As they finished, she stroked my hair...

"Is that what we sound like to others?"

"I think we're a bit louder. A lot louder actually."

"It's a bit weird listening to others make love like that."

"Yep."

"I'm sorry. I thought if we got it over with quickly I might not build up such a head of steam. I didn't know I'd end up having multiple orgasms. I thought I might not even get any."

I looked down lovingly at Amy...

"I deliberately gave you multiple orgasms. I could deprive you of that. I know how important they are to you. We can't have you go a full week without them.

Amy, I recognised you were trying to be noble and it is so like you to deprive yourself in considering others. And I love you all the more for it. You knew I was sensitive to the issue. But on this I've changed my mind. We're not going to let it be an issue. Ellen, Issie and Liddy are well familiar with it, even if Ellen and Issie are finding it a bit frustrating. And it doesn't seem to me like Shelley and Adam are suffering too much. We don't have to overdo it, but I want you to enjoy your sex as you normally would."

Amy pulled me down into a passionate kiss.

But through all of this, Amy was still bent double with my weight on top of her -- even if well supported on my elbows and haunches. As the moment of additional passion passed, I offered...

"I think we'd better let you straighten yourself out."

I was with some reluctance I lifted my hips to withdraw my still firm manhood from the glorious embrace of her sex, lifting myself clear of her body to give her room to bring her legs back down to their normal position. Then with her outstretched arms making an obvious invitation, I lay back down on top of her for some more cuddles.

But we were both meant to be getting some rest. Eventually, almost reluctantly, we rolled onto our sides, still cuddled up, and sought out the sleep we needed.