Unexpected Threesome Ch. 58

When they saw Amy, they shouted out to her, causing her to climb down on to the jetty to greet them. I moved over to that side of the boat, watching as the six of them lined up to give her a hug. Four of them adopted the more conventional approach of leaning into her, ending up with nothing more than a damp stain on their shirts where her bikini top pressed against it. The other two were much bolder, a hand around the small of her back drawing her into full contact, adding an additional damp stain to the crotch of their pants.

In each case they offered Amy condolences about Ned's death and Amy then introduced me to them, they coming over to shake my hand and offering me condolences too.

As they climbed onto their boat, one of them shouted to a bunch of guys already on a boat three finger wharfs over to indicate Amy was here, while another spoke to Amy...

"Do you know that Julie has been down scrubbing the decks fairly regularly? She seemed keen to keep the boat in good condition for you."

Amy thanked him, before having to go through the same hugging and introduction process with the crew of the other yacht.

I was beginning to see where all the other guys and women at dad's funeral were coming from. I was also impressed by how relaxed Amy was about having her all but naked body pressed against so many guys like that. I suppose I didn't realise the comradery that existed within the yachting group and somewhat guessed that the vibe that the girls had created with their bikinis and outfits had encouraged that to develop.

As we continued to scrub the deck, I observed that I wasn't the only one distracted by Amy. I'm sure it significantly slowed down their preparation. Still by the time we got to the transom, they were pulling out of the dock, heading for the race area.

As we came back together at the back of the boat to tidy up some dark streaks where the water drained off the deck, Amy told me...

"I thought the boat was in way better condition than I expected. Remind me to thank Julie as we leave. I know it wasn't on any bill we got from the marina, so she's done it as a favour."

With the decks done, we moved to the side of the boat; once again mainly dealing with dark streaks where the rain drained off the decks, so we were standing up and I was working alongside her; sometimes in hip to hip contact.

Working with Amy like this, dressed as she was, was having a cumulative effect on me. Increasingly I was reminded of the randiness induced that morning by the sight of her naked sleeping body and the desire I felt to fuck her. And with the jetty now fairly quiet and devoid of other people, the erection suppressing effect of public displays was diminished, leaving me with a noticeable half boner. One I knew Amy had noticed as I saw her glancing down at it from time to time.

As we finished the decks and upperworks, Amy indicated it was time to clean up below.

Surprisingly, the first thing she did after opening the hatches to air the boat, was change a sheet covering the bed in the master cabin, indicating the existing one would be too dusty by now and we'd take it home to wash it. After that, she indicated we'd need to check the bilge, the engine and gearbox oil and then get down to tidying up the interior; mould being a constant nuisance in the damp environment of a little used yacht.

Now I was working close alongside Amy, the physical contact as I brushed against her caused my skin to tingle and my erection to grow to a full boner. As we closed the engine bay I finally raised the courage to ask...

"Can we have sex?"

It felt funny asking like that. With Jane I might have just taken her by the hand and led her to where our carnal activities were to occur. But I was on strange, almost hallowed ground on the yacht. I wasn't sure what was appropriate.

Amy looked at me, offering an almost mocking smile...

"I wondered when you were going to ask or make a move on me. You've been carrying that erection around for an hour. Come on, let's break the ice on fucking on Ned's yacht."

I realised there was a poignancy implicit in Amy's comment. As she led me into the master bedroom, I realised we were about to fuck on the bed where Ned had first fucked her and fucked her many times afterwards. You could almost feel the spirit of dad lingering in the room.

As I went to pull the strings ties on her bikini top to start undressing her, she stopped me, turned me around, and pushed me onto the bed and lowered herself down onto me; both of us still clad in our swimwear. In the process, she'd captured my still sheathed erection between our lower stomachs.

Caressing me and gently biting my neck, she turned us both on our sides, then moved down my body, kissing, licking and caressing it as her head moved down towards the throbbing erection. Leaving it covered, she sucked the tip into her mouth, brushed her lips up and down its length and then sucked my right testicle into her mouth were it projected out from the stretched leg elastic of my swimmers.

Tipping me onto my back again, she knelt between my legs to suck in the left testicle, then played with my erection with her hand; rubbing gently up and down it, before stroking up and down my upper thighs, each upward movement finishing with her slipping her hands inside the stretched leg elastic to play against my ball sack and the lower part of my erection.

There was little I could do except hum in pleasure and reach out to stroke her hair while staring at her dangling breasts. Amy's actions were certainly exciting me; causing my erection surge and push pre-cum out through the stretched material of my swimmers.

I recognised she was looking for a prolonged foreplay. Eventually I figured it was my turn to give instead of just taking. With a light pull on the back of her head, I encouraged her to bring herself up straight again alongside me, rolling her on her back so I could pleasure her.

Like her, I started on her neck and face; caressing, biting and kissing as was appropriate. But I have to admit, I felt a certain urgency to move down to her breasts. It's only a small exaggeration to say my desire to play with them was almost killing me it was so intense. I sort of got why Amy wanted to do foreplay without fully stripping. There was just something about the way the small triangles of her bikini top, tautly stretched across the peak of her breasts, erotically, frustratingly teased you with what lay underneath. It was magnified by the fact the earlier wetting of the material as we played with the hose caused it to plaster itself to her flesh, plus either the chill of the wetting or her own arousal, had now caused her areola to puff up and her nipples to harden in a way that created the most eye bursting sight.

I kissed around her side boob, under boob and cleavage, circling ever closer to the covered nipples and ran my finger along the stretched elastic seams that delineated where her gorgeous breast disappeared under its spandex covering. I could almost feel Amy tensing in anticipation as I took my first lick across the tip of the covered projection of her right nipple, before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it; drawing the nipple up to its impressive maximum height and hardness, then flicking my tongue vigorously across it.

Amy's nipples are really sensitive in that pleasure inducing way and stimulating them can quickly give her an orgasm.

She moaned and momentarily arched her back with that first stimulation of them. It inspired me to temporarily cheat on the 'leave the bikini on for the moment' rule Amy seemed to have set. I peeled the triangle off her left breast and leaned across her body to suck it; taking the nipple and puffed up areola completely into my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue while my lips moved against the raised side of her areola, then sliding my lips up to actually suck on her nipple for a few moments before repeating the cycle. That let me play with the other nipple with my fingers, keeping both of them at maximum hardness and height.

The effect on Amy was pretty immediate. She held my head against her breast with one hand while dropping her head back and moaning increasingly loudly.

I intensified my stimulation of both nipples as Amy's breathing became heavier and her moans ever louder.

Her orgasm didn't take long to arrive; signalled by a squealing moan and the tensing and arching of her body. I kept the stimulation up, albeit at a slower pace, until I judged her orgasm had passed.

My cock was aching to pleasure itself inside Amy's vagina and yet I knew there was more fun for both of us if I didn't race to that conclusion.

I pulled the triangle of her bikini top back over her exposed nipple, straightening and tidying it to make it look as if it had never been displaced. Then I kissed down her torso, pausing momentarily at her navel to swirl my tongue around inside it, before continuing down her body to where her bikini pants made a pathetic attempt to cover her sexualised mons.

Her mons, like her nipples, is another part of Amy's body that pushes her from just being stunningly beautiful to being an idolised, erection inducing, and sexualised goddess. Her taut, flat, strong stomach continues in a straight line down the length of her eye catching mons before turning sharply under her crotch. On either side, her mons rolls off into a deep, well defined hollow before rising again onto her hips. It was the goldilocks of mons. Not too big, not too small, just the right width, length and height, delightfully firm and not the least bit flabby or fatty.

Her crease runs half the way up it; a view from the front that constantly reminds you of the playground that lies beyond that sharp little turn into her crotch.

If she had a conventional bikini on, it would create a substantial bikini bridge. But there was nothing conventional about Amy's bikini pants. The front of it consisted of nothing more than a small diamond of material, just wide enough at the bottom to continue as a narrow strip through her crotch; able to cover her unaroused vulva while leaving a generous display of crotch flesh on either side of it.

A narrow point at the top of the diamond was stretched up and held in place by the plunging arc of the low slung waist elastic, the sides of the diamond held spread part way across her mons by a sparse spider web of elastic strings running up to the waistband.

But the thing was, Amy's vulva was aroused; very much so by the looks of it. Her outer labia lay outside the gusset of her bikini pants and a pronounced dimpled hollow ran down the front of her pants where her crease had opened up, leading into a veritable valley in her gusset as the damp material dipped from her engorged labia down onto the floor of her crease.

There was so much to view, so much to play with, my body almost shook in anticipation.

I ran my fingers along the side of the front of the pants, stroking the mons flesh they'd left exposed before stroking along the dimple in the pants that ran down the front of it, covering her aroused crease. I bent in and slid my tongue under the side of her bikini pants, pushing it towards the lips of her crease and running along it. I felt in no hurry as I repeated the movements, my fingers only slowly getting bolder and moving deeper into her crease and towards her more erogenous zones.

Amy seemed to be enjoying my playing with her body and I certainly was, even if I was beginning to feel a certain heat through the length of my still sheathed erection.

Amy's thighs were quivering in anticipation even before I'd touched her clit. But soon enough my fingers were stimulating it through the thin material of the gusset; which was already wet with her slippery juices when my finger first pushed into her crease to touch her up.

Amy started moaning loudly with my first contact; quickly moving into what I call the screaming register of her sexual vocalisations. It seemed like only minutes before she came, pulling my head up to have me lie alongside her instead of squatting down at her hips.

I kept fingering her as she held my hand into her crotch; seemingly encouraging me to keep her orgasm going. But as she continued to moan and squirm about in the throes of her climax I became aware that the warmth running through my erection was getting hotter. It wasn't being rubbed against Amy or stimulated in any way, just sitting passively over her hip bone in its spandex sheath. But I came to realise something was triggering it, if only the erotic pleasure of playing with Amy's body. I couldn't remember ever feeling like that before, which was why it caught me by surprise when I suddenly realised I was about to cum.

Impulsively I threw myself over Amy and pressed my body against her and grunted loudly, as pulse after pulse of my climax filled my swimmers with my cum; leaving me feeling a little bit embarrassed about what I suppose you'd call a premature ejaculation.

I found myself apologising as I just as quickly rolled back off her to stop the cum oozing through my swimmers from smearing her stomach...

"Why are you apologising?"

"For cumming prematurely"

Amy made a dismissive 'poofle' noise as she answered with a smile...

"You did pretty well. There's a reason we call these bikinis 'cum catchers'. Ellen's husband used to come all over them in foreplay nearly every time they had sex after a sailing day. Not intentionally according to Ellen, he just got off on fingering her with them on. And Izzy's husband and Shelly's Adam were little better. Indeed, the amount of cum Adam reportedly squirted all over Shelly's bikini pants one time is legendary. You guys seem to obsess over them and certainly the other guys seemed to like foreplay with them on. Ned was probably so used to seeing us in bikinis and being older was almost the only male who didn't."

I'd met Adam only at the funeral, although had heard a bit about him. The girls were only too keen to tell me about his large cock and an erection which they described as the size of two beer cans stacked one on the other. How his slender girlfriend -- Shelly -- managed to deal with that, I couldn't imagine; but the girls assured me they fuck like rabbits. They also said he could shoot his flood of cum close to two meters. Why they knew all this, except as a story from Shelly, I shuddered to think. There was a strong inference that there'd been visual and vocal backup of Shelly's word.

Amy knelt up on the bed and started to pull my swimmers off...

"We'd better rinse these. The cum damages the material. Wait there; I'll be back in a sec."

She returned a short while later, without my swimmers. Kneeling on the bunk, straddling my hips, she learnt forward over me...

"Do you want to pull the strings on my bikini top?"

That was a silly question. Of course I did, even if I was now left with the still half residual of the erection that had just shot its load. I pulled the neck string and then the lower one, watching in delight as her breasts tumbled out of the top.

She reversed herself bringing her legs alongside my shoulders as she stretched them out and suspended her hips off me on hands place either side of my hips...

"OK, now my pants."

The view her slightly spread apart legs offered me as I reached up to grab the side string of the pants was somewhat special. There was a massive camel toe through the gusset of her pants from my fingering of her through the material. And it was now soaking wet with her juices. It rather made me regret I did go down on her and eat her out while I had the chance.

I pulled her pants down as far as her knees, where the spread of her legs stopped it going further. She lifted her left leg and brought it across to her right, letting me pull them the rest of the way down and slip it over her left foot. Then, putting the left foot back she lifted her right one for the final removal of her pants.

Immediately, she brought her legs back under her, leaving her kneeling over my hips.

With my cock only semi stiff and still not refracted, I wondered what Amy had in mind. I found out as she lowered herself onto it, the length of my manhood, such as it was, captured in the line of her crease. Then she started sliding back and forwards.

The warm, slippery wetness of her crease as it moved up and down my manhood soon had the effect Amy intended; producing a full erection again. But it also had the other predictable effect when she's sliding her clit up and down the length of my cock; she was powerfully stimulating herself. And when Amy's stimulating herself, that's no trivial thing.

By the time she'd induced a full erection she was vocalising a sort of rising, grunting, moaning, yell, with her sliding on me becoming faster and firmer. Had she kept it up for too long I would have been squirting into thin air again. But with a loud crescendo she started cumming, immediately lying down on me and penetrating herself on my shaft where I experienced the powerful contractions of her orgasm as she excitedly French kissed me.

It was interesting that the powerfulness of Amy's post climax oxytocin rush meant she was breaking the kissing boundary that Ellen and I were still feeling; although Amy kissing me was starting to erode my boundaries too.

When her orgasm, and the kissing that followed it, calmed enough, Amy induced me to roll on top of her. The message, and the invitation that went with it, was unmistakable. When either Amy or Ellen do this, it's telling me I'm meant to go for it.

I started thrusting, gently and slowly at first, simply enjoying the play of my hardened shaft in the glorious, wet, embracing environment of Amy's vagina. I'd felt a bit short changed by my premature ejaculation. The orgasm itself had been sort of OK, but not fantastic. But I'd completely missed the pleasuring of my shaft in Amy's body that would normally precede it.

Now I could take my time making up for that; my enjoyment made all the greater by my knowledge that Amy can actually get it off with sex in this position; one of those rare women able to be triggered by vaginal stimulation of itself.

I wasn't in a hurry. Amy's grip on me was firm, but not firm enough to rush me to an orgasm. I slid my erection in and out from a full penetration to a half withdrawal, at the same time, using that movement to slide by body lightly over Amy's; brushing my chest across her projecting nipples.

I was pleased that I was causing Amy to start moaning again. It meant I was pleasuring her even as I pleasured myself; and, I admit, there's something really enjoyable about pleasuring Amy even if she can be embarrassingly loud about it.

Instead of just banging away at her, I also started nuzzling her neck and caressing her cheek against mine. That, my shaft in her body, my chest brushing against her nipples and my thighs tightly woven against hers left me so deeply immersed with her that, without thinking about it, I suddenly found myself French kissing her.

By the time it really registered what I was doing, it was sort of too late. We were bound together in a lovers embrace too intense for me to pull my head away in some sort of shocked reaction. Quite the opposite, I slid a hand around her neck and an arm around the small of her back, binding her even closer to me. My thrusting slowed, even stopped occasionally as my inner feelings went way beyond mere erotic pleasure; my manhood simply throbbing inside her as we passionately engaged with each other.

Our tongues wrestled each other as we half rolled from side to side.

I couldn't hide it any longer. I felt this incredibly deep love for Amy that completely transcended all else. The past was just that, the past. And whatever feeling I felt for Jane and would continue to feel, the present couldn't be denied. My penetration of her became in that moment an act of true love.