Unexpected Threesome Ch. 56

I simply did as I was told. I watched and listened in astonishment as one orgasm followed the other in what seemed to me at the time to be quick succession; although it was sometimes difficult to distinguish between a new orgasm and a continuation or increased intensity of an existing one.

All the while, Amy's crying out got louder and louder until there was no ambiguity about it being in the screaming register.

This was all new to me. Jane was not a screamer and never had multiple consecutive orgasms. I didn't even know this was possible.

For me, it was certainly grunt inducingly exhausting; although in a delightfully erotic way. But it didn't leave me with a sense I was at risk of cumming. Somehow it just wasn't providing that sort of stimulation to me, as wonderful as it was.

My next surprise came as Amy suddenly called out...

"Broken vagina..."

She pulled herself away to withdraw my erection and rolled away from me, quickly ending up in a foetal position turned away from me and Ellen; her hands between her legs as she rolled about and cried out, seemingly in a state of constant orgasm.

Still kneeling upright where she'd abandoned me, I looked across to Ellen for instruction, until now simply an onlooker, who sanguinely commented...

"My turn."

With another look towards Amy's squirming body, I crabbed sideways across to between Ellen's widely spread legs. At least now familiar with the routine, my positioning and penetration of Ellen was much less clumsy than had been the case with Amy.

It was no less a delight having sex with Ellen this way, than it had been with Amy. Ellen's quieter vocalisation of her pleasure maybe even made it less dramatic, although she did tend to quiver her hips a lot more than Amy did.

Somewhat slower than Amy had, Ellen let me give her three successive orgasms before she used her hands to pull my hips closer to her, holding me in full penetration and stopping me from stimulating her any further, until the last orgasm had passed and her contractions had stopped. Then she withdrew, letting me know...

"It's become a bit sensitive."

That left me kneeling between her legs, an erection covered in the copious juices of two women wondering what it was supposed to do now. Amy was still on her side in her foetal position, hands between her legs, moaning less nosily than she had been, but still apparently not ready for anything else. Or so I thought. Then Ellen looked up at me and said...

"OK, now roll Amy on her back, flatten her out, pin her down and fuck her."

My jaw sort of dropped...

"But she's not ready."

It was Amy who replied...

"Yes I am. Just do it."

She tried to roll on her back and half succeeded, but was still curled into a foetal position, this time with her legs in the air. I looked at her, then looked back at Ellen, who just nodded her head. I still hesitated, but remembered Ellen's need to be aggressively fucked earlier. There was something about the girls' sexual practices that was certainly out of my experience, but I had to trust them in their demands.

I sideways crabbed over Ellen's leg, back to where Amy's legs were folded up and suspended in the air. I pulled them down onto the bed, pulled her hands from her crotch and spread them out wide, then quickly laid down on top of her.

I used my legs between hers to push her legs out wider then, relatively easily, surged my shaft through her crease to locate the tip of it in her vaginal opening. Her body offered no resistance to my full penetration of her. But I could immediately feel the contractions of her ongoing orgasms.

As I took a few slow, gentle thrusts, Amy wrapped her arm almost crushingly around my neck and firmly pulled my head down alongside hers, my chest flat against her breasts, where between moans, she stuttered out...

"Fuck me hard and fast, like you did with Ellen."

It seemed there were no secrets in this house -- not surprisingly really. Not only did she know I'd fucked Ellen earlier in the day, she knew Ellen had demanded a vigorous performance. I was certainly still in training when it came to satisfying these girls, but I was already starting to learn that when they ask for something I need to override my hesitancy to give them what they want.

Unable to use my arms to elevate myself over her, instead I wrapped one under the small of Amy's back, lifting her up slightly and then, as instructed 'went to town on her' as Ellen had earlier so eloquently put it.

Almost immediately, loud groans punctuated the rising crescendo of Amy's moans as if each thrust hammered home some sort of reaction that stood half way between pleasure and pain. Every neuron in my brain was telling me this somehow wasn't right and I should stop, but Amy's other hand was on my butt, driving my thrusts home, clearly telling me this is what she wanted.

For me, from a purely selfish point of view, every withdrawal and thrust was an exercise in blissful delight, whatever guilt it carried with it. The fucking them in what they call the g spot banger position had been pretty nice too; but not in a way that brewed me up.

I sort of had expected that, after all that, I'd go off quickly like a cheap cracker once I started fucking Amy like this. But her grip on me was relatively light; enough to strongly stimulate me, but not enough to really start a climatic buildup. Once I learnt to set aside my concern about Amy being ready to receive me like this, I started to really enjoy it.

It was one of those rare, good long fucks, delivered with a passion and with a very excited and stimulated woman under me.

Amy's cries were getting louder. But I could sense that, with my ear almost pinned next to her mouth she was trying to mute them so she didn't deafen me. This was clearly having an effect on her and tended to reinforce her comment about having vaginal orgasms.

When she came, she broke off her cries long enough to get out a...

"Keep...ohhh...going."

I did as I was told. With my head pinned down by her, all the action was through my hips; my butt rising and falling in time with my thrusts, making me wonder whether I did look from the side like a dog humping a pillow.

But she still had a light grip on my shaft. I was still in some sort of static state; fantastic sex, really mind blowing, but not heading for a climax. I worried I was taking too long, especially as Amy was getting worked up into an almost manic state.

To try and bring it to an end, I started raking the top side of my shaft against her hard pelvic floor muscle. Almost immediately, she was on to me...

"Don't do...aahh...aahh...that. Go...aahhhh...harder and faster."

The hand on my butt reinforced the message, a firm pressure driving my shaft in faster and harder than before.

I couldn't tell what state Amy was in. It seemed like a constant stream of endless orgasm to me; something reinforced by the way her contractions were pummelling my shaft to the extent I could feel it, notwithstanding all the action.

Resigned to the extreme pleasure of continuing to fuck her instead of bringing myself to a climax, I just did as I was told. It was clear Amy was deliberately trying to delay my orgasm and given how beautiful it felt as I thrust my shaft in and out of her body, and the sexual high it gave me, I gave up trying to control the situation.

Whatever was happening to Amy, it continued to build. Her thighs started to quiver like crazy as a sense of urgency permeated her muted cries. And yet, for all that, the next orgasm, when it came, caught me completely by surprise.

Suddenly she cried out, without any muting...

"FUCK....OH SHIT...Oh MY GOD....AAAAAHHHHHHHH."

Concurrently her hips were momentarily thrown up, lifting me off the bed and just as quickly dropping us back down again before her legs engaged in a series of seizure like throws. Worried she was almost going to explode, I stopped and just laid on her, thinking I'd ride out whatever this was, only to be told through her cries...

"Keep pumping..."

I started thrusting again, to find her grip on my shaft was now firmer. Now I was brewing up. Something told me that with all the time it had spent pleasuring itself inside Amy's body, this was going to be a monster. Now Amy didn't need to tell me. The animal in my brain took over and I well and truly went to town on her; not that it was going to last long.

The first intense, mind blowing, pulse of cum rushing up my shaft had me bellowing a prolonged groan into the pillow that Amy's firm hold on me had my face planted into and triggered an almost uncontrollable series of thrusts; each of which rewarded me with pulse after pulse of equally pleasurable discharges.

Amy was still climaxing under me, but my climax was going on for so long, now I wondered if that was problematic; especially as I couldn't resist the need to continually thrust into her in a way that prolonged and intensified the feeling of my orgasm. But the guilt I felt couldn't supress my body's automatic desire to extract every last drop of erotic excitement from the orgasm I'd been led into.

Still, all good things must come to an end and after a series of shuddering mini climaxes, my balls were completely empty and the pulses stopped, leaving me lying on top of Amy, panting into the pillow. With my situational awareness now again able to take in more than my own internal feelings, I realised Amy's orgasm was far from over.

Rather than crush her slim body under my weight, I rolled us over, leaving her on top; me still penetrated into her. As I wrapped my arms around her, I witnessed something I'd never seen before. Amy kept orgasming. Not as intensely as before, and not with the same cries. But three times you could sense her build to a climax, her breathing becoming increasing heavy and her moans louder, before a climax was accompanied by a prolonged groan, a crushing tensing of her thighs and a series of contractions onto my still hard shaft more powerful than I'd ever felt before. Then she'd settle for a moment before the cycle would start again.

After the third, there was'nt any more build-up and, like I had, Amy was left panting into the pillow alongside my head; although I could feel her contractions for a significant time afterwards.

As the contractions started to settle, it was like Amy came to life. Suddenly her mouth was against mine, her tongue thrust into my mouth as she French kissed me with a passion I'd never known before; squirming about on top of me, circling my shaft inside her and brushing her nipples across my chest.

Still on a high from my own climax, and with my erection far from wanting to surrender its hardness, I responded in kind.

It was a while before that passion burned itself out and Amy withdrew her tongue to caress her cheek against mine. Then she lifted her head and looked down at me...

"It's still hard."

"Sort of. It's in a nice place and enjoying itself. But the time for it to go home is fast approaching."

"Are you sure. Can't it stay a little longer?"

"I'm afraid I don't have much say in the matter."

The fact was, it was only semi hard when Amy spoke and it was almost like it overheard the conversation; shrinking even as I uttered the last words.

Amy rolled off me to grab a towel to clean up the mess.

Ellen put her head on my chest, looking me in the eye...

"Well, did you enjoy that?"

"Yes. But it was a bit out there. I don't understand why Amy would have me fuck her while she was rolled up in a ball with her hands between her legs, moaning like crazy."

Amy brought her head onto my chest next to Ellen's...

"Broken vagina basically means my g spots been so stimulated and is so sensitive that I'm having an uncontrollable series of orgasms, even when the stimulation stops. Initially it overwhelms me. When you flatten me out and fuck me, it's not really the g spot that's been stimulated all that much, so its sensitivity isn't that relevant. But because I'm already highly aroused, fucking me produces absolutely mind blown results."

"But I was so scared of hurting you; especially when I was taking so long to cum."

"You were taking so long to cum because I wasn't gripping you. I didn't want you going off too quickly. When you started rubbing yourself against my pelvic floor muscle, I knew what you were trying to do and I didn't want that happening yet."

"Is sex with you guys always this intense?"

Ellen answered...

"In one way or another, often, yes. We enjoy it and we want you to enjoy it too."

"It's a wonder dad didn't have a heart attack."

For a moment, I nearly choked on my words; bringing dad into the conversation when it still seemed too soon. But Ellen didn't react...

"We made sure we kept him fit and we'll do the same for you. That's why you be chasing Amy's cute little butt as you go for your run tomorrow morning."

I was left, once again, wondering what I'd got myself into. This was not the sex life I was used to. It seemed like somewhere between every guy's dream and a nightmare. I was very attached to both Ellen and Amy and didn't want to lose my relationship with them, but over and above keeping fit, I was starting to see the reasoning behind their running around in sexualised clothing. It certainly had the effect of increasing my interest in sex with them and made me a lot more randy towards them.

As to why they were so sexually needy, I'd just have to learn overtime.