Unexpected Threesome Ch. 57

In a way I was surprised when Amy woke me in the morning to drag me out of bed to go for our morning run.

I'd sort of half expected there be another orgy.

Naturally she found me with a morning glory and her hand was around it as she woke me up. But the words were those of it was time for the run. As if to make sure that I wore her preferred speedos for the run, she left herself naked as she 'helped' me get them on; having me step into the as she held them open, then pulling them up my legs and finishing the task by tucking my erection into them, pulling down the waistband so the stretchy material tightly sheathed the significant projection of my erection over it.

Only then did she pull on her bikini pants and the deeply plunging sports bra she used to support her breasts.

As we sat on chairs on the patio, putting on our shoes and socks, I was trying to get my erection to settle before we went out on public land. It didn't work.

The national park through which we ran adjoined the back of the acreage which had been dad's property and the place we'd grown up on. The house, and much of the land, sat on a low plateau, with a smaller portion of the land, and the start of the national park, down in the gully; requiring us to follow a steep track, just sloped enough to let you use only your feet, instead of climbing on hands and knees.

From there, we crossed a dead end road, went fifty meters along it and jumped a shallow creek to access the path.

The odds of running into someone that early in the morning were next to none. Still it was embarrassing displaying a full erection as we traversed the area. Normally by this stage my morning erection would have settled and any impact of Amy's figure running in front of me would have been controlled. But given the events of the last two days, the orgy that had been last night and Amy's very frisky mood it just wasn't going down.

It was hard to pinpoint exactly how her frisky mood manifested itself. The dressing of me in the way she did was part of it, but there were a lot of more subtle signals than that; like the way she sat opposite me and spread her legs as she put on her shoes, and the way she kept turning back at me and giving me a sultry grin as she watched my erection sway back and forwards with every step I took. Plus her determination to lead the way, displaying a more sexualised than usual movement of her incredibly cute bottom with every stride.

As we picked up the pace along the path, my body's need for the blood to be circulating somewhere other than through my cock at least reduced it -- off and on - to a half mongrel; but unlike past mornings where it might have longer periods of flaccidness between her stirring it up again, this one wasn't going softer than that.

The path itself was narrow enough that single file was about all you could do. Even before things had got complicated over the last few days, Amy had been well aware of the effect on me of watching her run ahead; now she seemed to be basking in her success of prolonging my arousal.

From the outset, Amy had mostly led on these runs. Initially it was because she knew the way and the track's many tripping hazards and, to be honest, she was fitter and faster than me. By now my fitness at least matched hers, although I would still have trouble beating her in a distance run, and I had got used to most of the hazards.

There had more recently been days when she'd let me lead so, as I'd recently found out, she could stare at my butt, but today she seemed determined to stay ahead. And she was fast enough there was no point in me challenging that; not that I'd want to.

What I really wished is that there was some way of watching both her front and her back as we ran. I knew, from some of the exercise we did when he got to the bottom of the hill and the exercise frames in the public park, that those projecting breasts of hers would be challenging the sports bra she was wearing with some very entertaining bounce. It seemed a pity that one of nature's great wonders should be putting on such a show and not be seen.

It wasn't as though all the sexually teasing sights of Amy as we ran the track were new to me. I'd bathed in their visual glory almost from the first day I'd moved in with them and she'd dragged me out on the runs. But in terms of her arousing effect on me, something had definitely changed. What had once felt like a mere swelling in my pants now transmogrified into a full boner, or as much of one as my body could spare the blood for.

I could only guess that previously my body had resigned itself to the fact I was limited to a visual tease. Now it knew at some time during the day I'd be fucking the glorious body prancing along in front of me.

The run took up and down a series of bushy spurs, sometimes with creeks running through the valleys, before it descended somewhat steeply down towards Pittwater.

Not far from where the track exited to the road at the bottom was a public park by the water, which, as one of its features, has a section dedicated to those exercise bars and stations that councils sometimes install. It was here you really get to see Amy in action and, I suppose was one of the places she developed the strength to fight off her abusive partner when he finally hunted her down.

She makes chin up, push ups and every other exercise at the different stations look easy. It was a total embarrassment to me, when I first started, to have this beautiful, slender women do stuff so proficiently when I could barely get a couple of each exercise in at each station before my arms, or whatever other body part gave up on me.

Of course, repetition under Amy's guidance soon gave me the ability to sort of match her; although frankly, I'd be reluctant to engage her in a challenge as to who could do the most chin ups.

But on this morning, the problem with being in a more public area was that I was still showing the best part of a boner in my pants. The downhill trek might have required more dexterity, but it somehow freed up enough blood in my system to fill out my cock a lot more and it was pretty obvious and unhidable in a pair of speedos. Fortunately it was early and there was -- for the moment -- no one else around. But the worry of being caught with such a display wasn't enough to shame my body into supressing it.

As we covered the short section of road and arrived at the park, Amy turned to look at me. Instantly I saw her eyes drop to my crotch and a broad smile widen her face...

"A bit aroused are we?"

"Yes. And it's all your fault."

"Thank you for the compliment. Now I have some small changes in the routine in mind for today. We'll use the chin up bars first."

We walked over to them, where Amy directed me to take the position which would indicate I was to go first. She stood extremely close in front of me as I first reached up for the bars. This was unusual, usually we just circulated around the stations individually; normally with Amy one station in front of me.

As I took the position, Amy indicated...

"Just a sec..."

Then she stood on my feet and wrapped her arms around my body.

"OK, when you're ready."

So it seemed I was expected to lift her 50kgs in addition to my own weight. All while her lower stomach was pushed firmly against the full erection I now had in my pants.

I got three lifts in before I had to lower myself back to the ground, where Amy commented...

"That was a good start. So now we'll do the lifts coordinated."

Shorter than me, Amy just managed to get her hands around the bars, lifting herself slightly off the ground and spreading her legs wide so that the slight forward angle embraced me, in the process, spearing my erection into her crotch...

"OK, let's go."

It was clear she wanted me to keep doing chin up facing her like this. I complied; both of us lifting ourselves in synchronisation with the other, momentarily facing each other as we brought our heads over the bar, then lowered again, not quite touching the ground before repeating the action.

And yet I could tell that Amy was slightly de-synchronising her movement; being momentarily behind me in the lift and ahead of me in the drop, both movements jerking my erection into her crotch.

On the fourth lift she brought her head over the bars and kissed me on the lips, repeating that for each of the rest of the 30 chin-ups we did in three sets of ten.

My arousal was obvious. If the nipples poking out the material of the sports bar on what was already a warm morning was any indication, so was Amy's. It was too early for me to really read her countenance, but I'll swear Amy's went beyond mere arousal and she was actually stimulating herself towards a climax by the time we finished.

As we finished and disengaged, I could help but comment...

"You've done this before."

"Yes, we did it all the time. It made the exercise a lot more fun."

"I'll bet it did."

There was a slight awkwardness in that the other party to the 'we' was dad. Ellen was right when she said a time had been reached when we needed to get past being unwilling to acknowledge both Ned and Jane; however weird it is in now finding myself in the bed of my deceased father's lovers.

Only then did I look down to find a massive damp stain on the material covering the tip of my erection. Some of it was probably pre-cum. But I was pretty sure a fair bit of it was put there by Amy; a supposition reinforced by the deep camel toe now showing through the front of her bikini pants with some dampness even showing though the front of it.

As we did some of the other exercises, that supposition was confirmed as I got a better look at Amy's crotch. It was essentially wet with her juices and plastered against her aroused vulva.

For a while we went through the rest of the stations individually, until I came to the push up station. As Amy saw me start to lie face down, she called out...

"Hang on."

I stood up, watching as she walked towards me, wondering what she had install for me. She laid herself down, face up, right where I was going to start my push-ups...

"OK, lie on top of me."

"Isn't it a bit public for that?"

"Not what I've got in mind."

As I laid down, she wrapped her legs around mine and her arms around my torso. My erection had subsided somewhat as I'd gone through the stations -- although looking across to her as I often did slowed the process. But I quickly found it once again poking into her crotch...

"Now do your push ups."

"Is this another one of the games you've had practice at?"

"Yes, Ned could eventually do twenty and then do his fifty normal ones. Let's see how many you can do."

I could only do three...

"It's a reasonable start. You'll get better, I guarantee it."

Amy left me to do another 30 conventional ones with a massive boner that not even conflicting demands for blood supply could settle, particularly as she did sit ups facing towards me, a vista of her wet, camel toed crotch, right in my field of vision.

As we each finished those, Amy stood in front of me stroking up my erection as she announced...

"We've got a new exercise today."

She placed a stick on the ground, then walked 50 meters and placed another.

"So, you wait there. I'm going to go to the other stick and on my signal we're going to come towards each other with a side to side steeping run, like the footballers practice. Remember, each step must be more sideways than forward. When we pass, we each go to the right."

Amy sauntered down to the other stick, deliberately provoking me with a sexualised step; or so it seemed from where I was looking. Turning at the stick, she waved her hand to indicate we should start.

I'd never tried this before so gave her a one step head start so I could see what I had to do. The pattern was easy enough to copy, but the effect quite compelling to watch. Amy's side steps had the grace of a ballerina, but with each -- almost leap -- to the side, her breasts bounced in a disturbingly provocative manner. As I copied her and moved towards her, I just couldn't take my eyes off her.

When for a moment, I looked up at her face, I saw she was staring at my crotch. Looking down to see what fascinated her, the sight sort of confirmed what I had been feeling. My erection was not just bouncing against my stomach, but swaying from side to side.

It made me realise, not just how savvy Amy was about teasing me with visual treats, but extracting them for herself.

As we went to pass each other, she reached out and grabbed my erection; understandably bringing me to a sudden stop...

"I think that's enough. Time for a quick dip to cool us off."

Given how hot and sweaty I was I wasn't adverse to that and going to the water's edge, sat alongside Amy as we both took our shoes off. Then Amy looked both ways along the waterfront, saw no one and slipped off her crop top too; leaving it within reach just off the water's edge. Launching herself, she glided and then breast stroked out of the shallows into the clear blue water of Pittwater.

I followed, edging myself into the cool water more tentatively than Amy had before joining her standing in chest deep water; just enough to submerge her naked breasts.

Normally this is just a dip in and out; something I thought rather sensible since it was still early morning and Pittwater was far from being a shark free zone. But this time Amy wrapped her hands around my neck and her legs around my thighs and kissed me as she settled her crotch back on the tip of my erection.

This time I could feel her wiggling against my erection, undeniably stimulating herself, as she passionately French kissed me. There was really no doubt in the first place but it became certain as she started moaning into my mouth. I played with her breasts to help her along. Within three minutes she found the orgasm she had clearly been looking for. At least she didn't cry out.

Pulling her face away from mine, she asked...

"Would you like me to finish you with a hand job?"

"I think we can wait until we get somewhere more private."

"Ok."

She kissed me again and the glided herself towards the shore.

We had no towels. Our shoes and Amy's top we put on over our dripping wet bodies.

Like a woman on a mission, she led me back to the path and we started up the steep track towards home. The day was warming up and we were working up quite a sweat by the time we'd got up the hill and onto the sort of plateau where dad's house was. That wasn't to say we were nearly home, since we had many spurs to traverse before we got there.

Following Amy in what had at first been her dripping wet condition and now her dripping in sweat one, was even more of a treat than the run down. Her bikini pants were completely plastered into her bum crack and rivulets of sweat ran down the flawless skin of her back. If the effort of climbing the hill had taken some blood from my cock, now we were on less steep ground it was back in my cock again. I had a full erection and, since Amy kept turning back to me, she knew it.

As we traversed the deepest creek along our path, using stepping stones to cross it, Amy stopped on the far side and turned to wait for me...

"Is this private enough?"

She pointed to a coarse sand, sort of, beach alongside a deeper hole in the creek.

It took me just a moment to link her question to my earlier response to her. But Amy was moving things along faster than I was comprehending them. In that moment, she had already grabbed my hand and was dragging me the ten meters or so towards the sandy spot. Then she pulled off her top, indicating, as she did a backhanded brush of her hand across her breasts...

"You like looking at these while you fuck me, don't you?"

I blushed and stuttered an acknowledgement as she wrapped her arms around me, making us both sink to our knees and then to lie alongside the water, leaving me on top. Reaching between our bodies, she unsheathed my erection and pulled aside the gusset of her bikini pants, manoeuvring my erection to penetrate herself with it and then pulling my bottom up to signal I should bury myself more deeply.

She looked deeply into my eyes as our faces were mere millimetres apart...

"You know how Ellen told you to fuck her fast and hard yesterday and to go to town on me last night. We call that 'going the animal' on us. It means we want you to completely unleash your animalistic passion on us, basically in a selfish way, not pussyfoot around worrying about our orgasms. We really want to feel your passion. Really feel it. Can you do that now please?"

"Do I warm you up first?"

She smiled at me, almost patronisingly...

"No I'm already warmed up."

"It just seems a bit wrong."

"You've been staring at my arse with a boner in your swimmers, wanting to fuck it for the last hour. This is your chance. Go for it."

I figured I could keep arguing or just do what I was told. Tentatively, I decided on the latter. I lifted myself up on outstretched arms to let me look down on the breasts she'd so thoughtfully exposed for me.

Oh my goodness, what an inspiring sight they were too. Those beautiful, full, flawlessly skinned breasts rising up at me, capped by the most sensuous nipples imaginable. My manhood surged inside her at the very sight.

Amy might have wanted me to pound her, but at that moment my lust was firmly directed at her breasts. I'd been staring at those breasts for the last six months and while, in the last 48 hours, I'd got a bit of play with them, I wanted much more. I'd have to trust Amy to understand that real animal lust takes many forms.

I dropped my mouth onto her right one, having to half withdraw from her to align myself comfortably with it.

I took the top of it between my lips, flicking my tongue inside my mouth against her already hard nipple and the swollen areola on which it sat. I felt her nipple extend further, rising to the tall edifice I'd seen so often. Then I slipped my lips back a bit so I could really suck her nipple while still flicking the tip of it with my tongue.

Amy went to protest, but then dropped her head back and moaned as the stimulation of my intense sucking of her nipple took hold. She'd told me she likes nipple stimulation and can cum to it. So I figured this was going to please both of us.

Childishly, but with a reason, I surrendered to my desire to make slurping and motor boat noises as I revelled in my nipple and breast play; hopefully conveying to her just how animalistic I felt about being given access to them. At the same time, I periodically jerked my cock into her; satisfying to a small extent my cocks impatience to get on with it and hopefully completing for Amy the picture of an aroused, lustful male.

As I moved to the other breast, Amy brought her hand to the back of my head, signalling her own surrender to being stimulated like this.

Amy's moans were getting louder. Not screaming -- nothing like it -- but she was signalling she was quickly working to a climax.

As she came, I decided that my need to suck her breasts had for them moment been sated and lifted myself back up on extended arms, admiring my handiwork in extending her nipples to such a height and getting her areola to puff up as a plinth on which the nipple sat.

Now really excited I started thrusting. It's a funny way of putting it, but I was essentially letting my very excited erection call the shots. It wanted satisfaction. Amy was right. It had been wanting to bang that cute arse of hers for the last hour. Now I let it decide how fast and hard it wanted to pleasure itself inside Amy's delectable body to extract the maximum enjoyment.

But that was the thing. It wanted to fully savour the pleasure of her body, not just blow a load in her in a brief moment of furious pummelling. So it was sort of fast and hard, but maybe not as uncontrollably so as Amy might have imagined. Or at least not at first.