Unexpected Threesome Ch. 46

"I think that's an exaggeration."

Amy grinned at me...

"Not much. But it's OK, she's having a tough time of it. I'm happy to lend your body out for a few minor indiscretions."

"That's very kind of you. Would you like to turn the engine on when I'm in position?"

"Why not. That's about the only thing not turned on around here at the moment."

As I leaned over the rail I signalled for Amy to turn the engine on.

A comforting flow of water emerged from the exhaust. Looking into the companionway, I could see Ellen give me a thumbs up on the plate seal too. I gave Amy the thumbs up, letting her put it into gear to bring our speed back up to our target cruising speed.

Ellen closed down the companionway stairs to seal the engine bay and let me come back down into the main cabin.

She stood the standing erect and naked at the foot of the stairs as I first took off my harness/lifevest and then came back down them, leaving me no alternative but the end up standing right in front of her, just short of a full body contact, but close enough that the tip of my sheathed erection brushed against her stomach, and her nipples lightly touched my chest.

As I came to a stop, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts more firmly against my chest, and gave me a kiss on my lips...

"Thanks for letting me help you fix that."

"Thanks for helping me. You'd better get some more rest before the next change of watch."

Ellen hesitated, winked at me and turned and walked back towards her cabin, swivelling her hips sexily as she did. I did her the honour of standing there watching her. It was certainly no burden on me, quite the opposite; although it did rely on Amy and Liddy having a pragmatic view of my relationship with Ellen.

Just before entering the cabin, she looked back, saw me there and gave me a cute little wave and blow kiss before she disappeared.

A glimpse of my watch told me that I too had time to try and get more sleep; although not much.

I turned off the night light and snuck as quietly as I could back into the master cabin, closing the door behind me. Figuring Liddy would be asleep and I'd be getting up again soon enough, I crawled gently into bed with my erection still sheathed inside my speedos.

But it wasn't quietly or gently enough because a half awake Liddy reached out to locate my body then brought herself against me...

"Oh my, you're cold. I'll warm you up."

Pressing herself more firmly against me to share her body heat, she discovered my fully formed erection sitting tidily in my speedos in a way that was impossible to have come about in the moments since she first touched me. Rubbing her mons against it to signal her awareness of it, she added...

"I take it Ellen was helping you do whatever you had to do?"

It is fair to say there virtually no secrets between the girls. What they don't share verbally they understand anyway as a result of sharing me on a small yacht for some two years. And my complex relationship with Ellen is part of that. It's a strange position to be in that the sexual partners to who I am fully committed understand and accept that there's a third woman in my life who has both the power and inclination to arouse me...

"Well I might just put her efforts to good use. I found myself a bit randy after you abandoned me in the bed."

Liddy reached down, pulled down the waistband of my speedos and hooked it below my balls, lifted her leg over my thigh and brought me back in to penetrate her. But she wasn't just going to fall asleep penetrated again. She gently thrust me in and out of her body; humming nicely.

Then, impatient to bring herself to an orgasm, she took it out and used my shaft as a dildo against her clit; moving her hips back and forwards to generate a sliding motion through her crease as she held it firmly in contact with her bud.

I leaned the upper part of my body back to bring her breasts into my line of vision; arousing even in the pale reflected moonlight that was all that penetrated into the room through the small windows. I greedily took the nipple of the upper one into my mouth and sucked at it to bring it to full hardness before flicking my tongue against the towering edifice I'd created in my mouth.

Liddy's breathing rapidly grew faster until, with a hissing sound that was the complete opposite of Amy's orgasmic screaming, she climaxed. Immediately she pushed my manhood back into her body to let the contractions of her orgasm bear down on my hardness inside her.

As her contractions faded, she rolled onto her back, pulling me over on top of her to let me take my turn.

Liddy knew that my best orgasms are generally taken in the boring old missionary position.

But in the world of the Screw Girls, that 'boring' position has grown to have a spectrum of not so boring possibilities. At one end is the 'go the animal'; a wild lust driven pounding which the girls themselves expect to be an almost purely penis focused indulgence of my erotic desires, although the girls greatly underestimate the extent to which even lust driven sex brings with it a desire to please the woman who has made her body available for such pleasure.

At the other extreme end is what has come to be termed 'making beautiful love' to them; an extended, slow, patient long thrusting while you kiss, cuddle, nuzzle and suck each other; absorbing in the process the essence of your partner's humanity and the privilege of being so intimately joined with them.

In a way Ellen's behaviour had triggered in me a need for the latter as I now made love to Liddy. It is after all something close to what Ellen was emotionally seeking from me. Her behaviour was never about tempting me into her bed and into her body. It was rather about interacting with the whole me, a naked, sexually responsive me. It's an interaction our reserved bound up world human denies us for all but our one intimate partner (or two in my case), dressed to hide our nakedness and hide our sexuality and taught to respect boundaries.

I get it because when Ellen was one of the Screw Girls there was no one I loved making 'beautiful love' to more than Ellen. Whatever it was that causes the present sexual frission between us at that time also caused making beautiful love to her to bind us in a way I'd never experienced before, and our mental and emotional engagement blew her away orgasmicly more meaningfully than any targeting of erogenous zones ever could.

Only her discovery of cervical orgasms, and how to get them, took it to an even deeper level.

I slowly slid my manhood two thirds out of Liddy and just as slowly slipped it back into full penetration as I first nuzzled her cheek. Liddy understood my movement and ran her hand through my hair as she offered her lips for a kiss.

As her tongue penetrated my mouth and her hand held my head close to her, I ground my pubis against her mons as I circled my fully penetrated manhood inside her -- rubbing the base of hardened shaft around the tight circle of her pelvic floor muscles. At the same time I circled my chest on hers, feeling her breasts bend gently to my movements and her hardening nipples excite themselves as they glided across my flesh.

Liddy hummed in pleasure into my mouth and pushed her body even harder against mine. It was pleasing to feel her excitement in response to my actions and it encouraged me to repeat the cycle.

After I'd done that four or five times, I sensed her body relax, even as her breathing became heavier and her humming conveyed a more excited tone. She had reached a sort of 'do it to me' phase, trusting in me to complete the orgasmic cycle I'd brought her into.

As her body relaxed, so did her grip on my head. Her tongue slipped out of my mouth and I could feel her biting her lower lips, desperately trying not to emulate Amy's vocal response to sexual excitement.

That freed me to kiss affectionately down her cheek in a line as I moved to her neck and gently bit and sucked her delicate skin. A groan escaped her, confirming she liked this particular stimulation of her neck.

I was not lacking pleasure from what I was trying to do to her. Every slow movement of my shaft inside her warmed it and sent waves of pleasure to my brain. But it was a different, more intense but less climax inducing, pleasure that accompanied my circling of the base of my shaft around the firmness of her pelvic floor muscle as I ground my pubis as best I could against her clit.

I knew the tip of my shaft would be in contact with and massaging her cervix and adding to her arousal, but the real pleasure for me came from the feeling of resistance offered by those strong pelvic floor muscles.

You can wax lyrical about the effect of the warm, velvety, well lubricated folds of your lover's vagina as they do the job they were designed for and tease you to release your seed. But there's something impersonal about them. You know, and derive incredible pleasure from the fact you're so intimately bound to your lover. But their very softness depersonalises them.

But there's nothing depersonalised about those hard pelvic floor muscles. The set boundaries, they represent the external point of access to her body, they remind you of the reality of the woman you're making love to and I love the sensation of their containment of my shaft all the more for it.

Projected up and held firmly against my chest by her large firm breasts, I could feel Liddy's jutting nipples bend against my chest as they were dragged across it by the way I circled my torso across the top of hers.

Liddy's breathing and succession of soft moans soon told me she was approaching her climax. The erection I had inside her had been immersed in her body for over an hour when the engine overheating alarm went off and teased unmercifully by Ellen as we fixed the impeller. It already had experienced a life well beyond that of most erections and had not lacked stimulation along the way. It too was starting to announce to me the fact it was nearly ready to blow its existence away in a flood of cum.

By doing more grinding and circling and less slow thrusting, I tried to extend its life long enough to ensure Liddy got there first.

So I was enormously pleased when the tensing of Liddy's body and groan followed by intense hissing (as she suppressed her need to vocalise her orgasm) signalled her climax.

Just in time too. The pummelling from Liddy's contractions combined with the stimulation of the rapid thrusts that Liddy's hands on my butt encouraged me to as she tightened her grip on my manhood boiled over my balls and had me groaning out my own climax in synchronisation with the rush of cum up my shaft.

Of course, Amy was on deck steering the boat right above where Liddy was getting fucked. There could be no secrets on the boat however quiet you were. In any case she was always going to get her share, regardless of whether I indulged Liddy.

But my refraction period had to be taken into account. There was no point her dragging me into the cabin as she came off watch. Rather it was later in the night she made it know my presence was required.

There I was induced to go the animal on her. Now less stressed about the noise of Amy's screaming, I came a lot quicker; Amy only coming twice before me, with only the second of those moving into the screaming register.

Having passed to the seaward side of Fraser Island, the next day found us off Bundaberg. We were now at the lower end of the Great Barrier Reef.

Running well ahead of schedule due to Ellen's fantastic navigation and routing skills, we decided to curve into the coast to bring us to the Keppel Islands the following morning. It took a bit of navigation double checking from Ellen to ensure we could safely make an approach overnight, but we were starting to suffer from a bit of cabin fever and half a day spent playing on a lovely sandy beach was an attractive proposition.

It was during that night, nearing midnight, as I was inside the cabin preparing some hot chocolates drinks for the impending change of watch that I heard a strange noise from the central bunk cabin. It was a slightly strangled...

"Glug."

Followed by an...

"Uugg"

A bit alarmed, I approached the door, concerned that one of Ellen or Issie in there was in trouble. I heard Issie ask...

"Are you OK?

I was about to knock on the door when I heard an equally truncated...

"Ah."

Followed very quickly by a much clearer...

"Oh...aaaahhhhhh...oooohhhhh"

Well, that at least was the unmistakable sound of Ellen climaxing. Unmistakable to me anyway.

As Ellen stopped making noises, Issie cut in again...

"What the hell was that?"

Ellen's voice was feint and groggy...

"I had a...Oh, oh, just a tic...ooooooohhhhhhhaaaaaaa.

I...oooohhhhhh...I had a wet dream."

"You didn't squirt did you?"

"No, it was a dry wet dream...I think...yea, it looks like it was dry."

Amused, and at least reassured no one was in trouble, I left them to it and went and finished getting the hot chocolates ready. They'd be up for the change of watch pretty soon anyway.

It was mid-morning as we approached Great Keppel Island that Ellen sidled up to me, a sheepish grin on her face...

"I'm sorry about what I did to you last night."

The look on her face told me 'sorry' wasn't really her frame of mind. I was being played the equivalent of a knock-knock joke. But I took the bait...

"What did you do to me last night?"

"Raped you."

The midnight noises escaped my mind as I was momentarily taken aback by her response. I knew somehow I was being set up, but couldn't work out where this was going. So I played a straight bat...

"I don't recall being sexually molested and any time I was asleep either Amy or Liddy were next to me."

Ellen punched me playfully on my left bicep...

"It was in my dream you goose. I had a wet dream that when I couldn't seduce you, I drugged you enough to be unable to resist me but not pass out and crazily went the animal on top of you. God you were a good root too. I haven't had an orgasm that good since..."

Ellen hesitated. It only occurred to me later she may have been concerned she was about to defame her husband...

"...well for a long time. You squirted enough cum to sink the boat. It came gushing back out of my vagina while you still had me plugged and went everywhere. I nearly threw my back out as I arched up as I woke to it."

"Amy and Liddy keep my balls pretty drained. So that can't have been me."

"It was you all right. Your balls must have done a quick top up when they knew you were about to lose a load in me."

There was something so Ellen like about the whole conversation. The honesty of it for one, on a topic many, if not most, would keep as their life long secret. And just the blatant sex talk for another. It took me back to the days we were sexual partners and, after a few drinks, she would trash sex talk me as she dragged me into bed.

I gave her a big smile...

"I'm glad I could be of service to you."

The Island was rapidly approaching and we had to break off the conversation to prepare for finding a suitable anchorage and get the pick in.

Along the northern side of the Island are two delightful arches of sandy beaches adjoining each other and well protected from the present SSW winds. But with reef outcrops and a long shelf of shallow sand, you have to be careful on the approach and think about what the tide is doing.

As Ellen and I navigated around the point and eased our way towards an anchoring position, Amy led a party to get the small inflatable boat out of the wet locker and inflate it.

Having studied the approach, Ellen eased the yacht towards the Western end of the Eastern most of the two beaches. We got as close to the beach as our draft and the expected tidal range would permit, before dropping the anchor.

The water temperature was a tolerable 22 degrees Celsius (71F) and without the wind chill, the air about 26C (79F).

It had been five days without proper showers and certainly all the girls thought the first order should be a refreshing swim off the back of the boat. It was here that, as the girls collected to go below to change for a swim, Amy handed out her last bit of uniform kit; new bikinis.

The girls' bikinis certainly get a workout. Not just in how often they are worn either; which is a lot. From what I hear, Ellen's and Shelley's are frequent cum catchers as their partners lust over their bikini clad bodies to the point the ejaculate prematurely. Amy's catch a lot of cum too; but in her case more because of her fetish about bikini sex and the cum tends to ooze from the inside. And frankly, cum doesn't seem to be very good for the fine spandex the bikinis are made of.

I knew there had been a fair bit of discussion between the girls about the replacement and after a lot of emailed debate a slightly different style was chosen, although still in the boat uniform colour of mid-blue and paid for from the uniform budget I'd set Amy when the Hamilton Race trip was first planned.

Even though Amy had group ordered two pairs for each of them, prewashed them and marked each owners name on them (given they were all identical, even down to size), I hadn't seen the style they had chosen. I very much doubted they were going to be more conservative than the last ones and suspected quite the opposite.

I wasn't wrong.

It was Ellen who emerged first and happily did a turn for the two males waiting on deck.

The blue colour was familiar enough, but the pants were of an even more provocative style; at least in my humble opinion.

The last ones had a somewhat rectangular front; admittedly small and came in versions that were both just string sided and string tied at the hips.

The new ones were even lower waisted, but the front piece was shaped like a diamond with the top cut off flat, so it was pretty narrow where the material connected with the waist elastic. The pointed edges of the diamond shape, maybe just a smidgen wider at their points than the previous rectangles, were drawn out tautly to the side by a spider's web of spaghetti elastic which joined up to the waistband. Maybe spider's web is too dramatic, because there were really only two strings on each side in addition to the waistband, but because it was all such fine elastic it created a visual impression of one.

From those edge points, the material tapered again as it dropped to their crotch; slightly narrower at that point than the rectangular material of their old ones -- which was never generous.

As Ellen turned, the back revealed itself as -- well these days it's difficult to know whether to call it a whale's tail style or the modern, more extreme version of Brazilian.

At least I could say it wasn't a thong or g string, because the material running through their butt cracks was never less than about two inches wide and I imagine a thong is nothing more than an elastic strap back there.

It did flare out at the top into a sort of whale tail, but this too was vertically truncated and joined tautly to the waist elastic by another pair of spider web like spaghetti strings.

They were low enough waisted to offer a permanent display of butt crack too.

With the exception maybe of Amy, they were decent enough to be worn on any beach, but only just. That's not to say some Karen wouldn't complain about her precious son being exposed to such a display of butt flesh, but they covered those bits that needed to be covered; even when they sat down with their legs apart -- although maybe not too far apart.

Mind you, the trash press would seem to suggest there's far more of those style of Karens in the US than Australia, even if we're not exempt from them.

But what they definitely were was sexy; even more so than their previous ones. They attracted and held the male vision compulsively; especially given the attractiveness of the women on the yacht.