Unexpected Threesome 05

Unexpected Threesome 05 Unexpected Threesome 05

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Ned's threesome on his yacht with the two young women continues

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Ned's threesome on his yacht with the two young women continues

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Submitted: June 27, 2017

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Submitted: June 27, 2017

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 [For those looking for this continuation, I apologise for the delay. It’s been a bit busy on the work front to work on this and even now I fear that may show itself in the result.

 

This is a continuation from my previous “Unexpected Threesome” stories; although you shouldn’t need to have read them to enjoy this. As I said before, the story was inspired by actual platonic relationships I observed in operation in similar circumstances. You can decide the likelihood of such a mismatched age relationship developing this way. I’ve had interesting if mixed comments on the point made in relation to my previous stories.

 

Ned, the owner of a yacht cruising the pacific and now in his early 60’s, has unexpectedly found himself seduced by his two long term crew – nubile girls in their late 20’s.

 

As before with these stories, I am indebted to the male friends who have assisted me with relating to the male mind and body; and the red wine that made the conversation flow and loosened lips a bit more than normal. Mind you the internet can be good for researching this stuff too.]

 

Ned was intrigued by the mood of the girls that morning. More playful than usual, and more tactile, they’d been as thick as thieves since they’d got up and each dressed in one of the tiny bikinis that passed for their standard boat outfits these days. He had a sense they were planning something, but couldn’t imagine what and completely failed to make a connection with the messages due that day.

 

By coincidence (or at least so Ned thought at the time) they’d all been loitering in the main cabin and it was rather amusing when the three mobile phones beeped almost in unison with a message. It made it pretty clear to Amy, Issie and Ned they were the messages they had been expecting that day.

 

Each reached for their own phone and studied the text that had arrived; a grin spreading over every face. Then they looked up; three pairs of eyes meeting along the table where they stood.

 

As one, they turned their phones around and laid it down on the table. In identical terms it was a message from the clinic indicating their precautionary tests had all come back negative. It was what happened next that took Ned by surprise and led him later to conclude the girls had pre-planned the whole thing.

 

Initially standing either side of him, the girls suddenly moved in on Ned from both flanks and started fondling him; sliding the thin gusset material of their bikini bottoms against his thigh as they stroked his manhood through his swimmers with the tips of their fingers. The effect was predictable; a full boner was soon stretching out the Lycra of his racing briefs, the tip of it extending well past the low slung waistband and offering them all the more surface to stroke.

 

The planning behind it was so obvious, Ned couldn’t help but blurt of..

 

“What are you guys up to?” while almost instantly realising the stupidity of the question.

 

As the girls changed their position from his flank to each straddling the front of a thigh and Ned found his body subtly turned to face the front of the cabin, he assumed he was about to be pushed backwards to the master cabin. Instead each of the girls wrapped a hand around his still swimwear sheathed member and started walking backwards – leading him forward.

 

Heading down the port side companionway they stopped and turned when they reached the bunk cabin they had shared before moving into his. Located on the starboard side amidships, it had twin bunks tiered one above the other against the sides of the hull.

 

As they entered the cabin, Amy went first, sitting herself on some cushions already positioned on the lower bunk and pulling Ned between her legs to kneel down on a cushion that was on the floor in front of her. Before Ned had time to work out what was happening, Issie mounted the upper bunk and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, thrusting her crotch into his face as she bent over to kiss the top of his head.

 

Ned couldn’t see what Amy was doing but he could certainly feel it as she teased his hardness before peeling his swimmers down his legs. Then with a hand around the back of his bottom holding him against her, he felt her crotch being rubbed up and down on his erection, the soft flesh on the inside of her golden thighs slipping provocatively up and down on his own hairy legs. At first he could feel it still covered by what little in the way of a bikini bottom she had been wearing. But when, after the briefest of interludes, his erection felt the most delightful moist warmth of a woman’s crease, he knew she’d pulled the string ties and it was her nakedness pushed against his manhood.

 

Again there was a moment’s interlude and her hand wrapped around his hardness and bent it out horizontally. The tip touched her body; a part that was wet and warm. The hand that was wrapped around his hardness pulled it, drawing it towards whatever the tip was in contact with. But instead of its path being blocked, he felt his manhood brought into a silken embrace, a tight little circle squeezing its circumference as her vagina progressively yielded to his penetration of her. It was like her wetness was permeating into the very flesh of his boner, exciting, swelling and strengthening it, even as he felt the tip of it push aside the folds of her sex to accept him.

 

In this era of safe sex, it had been a long time since the sensitive, hard, bare flesh of Ned’s erection had experienced that; even longer since it had experienced the supple juicy womanhood of a woman still in her very prime. Ned couldn’t deny there was something about Amy’s body that attracted him with something close to an obsession. He pictured his cock inside her, the tip nearly in contact with her cervix, its length and thickness filling her; he surged it and imagined the tip momentarily lifting up towards the perfection of her navel, almost touching it from the inside.

 

He let out a long mewling sigh of pleasure delivered against the gusset of Issie’s bikini pants. With his face pulled hard against it when Issie first mounted the bed, he’d taken the hint and pushed his tongue firmly against its seductively thin cloth, creating a deep fold into the material which filled the expanding valley of her crease. As Issie became more aroused by what he was doing, the soft woven film had hidden nothing from the sensitive tip of his tongue as it explored the domain it occupied.

 

Deeper within her thighs his tongue found a point where there was no resistance to its penetration other than that provided by the stretchy cloth itself. As his tongue loitered there, pushed harder and wiggled within the hole it created, the material became wet; far too wet to be explained by Ned’s saliva. Travelling up, his tongue experienced the engorgement of her bud; a well-defined bulge arising where none had been before.

 

Ned fumbled around Issie’s hips until he found the string ties to her bikini pants, pulled the knots and withdrew the pants from between her legs. There laid out on front of him was the entirety of her womanhood. Issie’s crotch had always struck Ned as having something in the nature of porn star qualities. There was a simplicity to it, especially in its aroused state; hairless, her outer lips more prominent than her inner ones, her swollen bud standing proud of its surrounds and there, not far below it, was her sex; open and waiting whatever he might do to it.

 

Ned placed his mouth over her sex, gently sucking on her labia whilst his tongue penetrated her. His senses were overwhelmed by the visceral signs of her arousal. The warm, slippery juices emanated from her body and seeped into his mouth, a trickle at first, but soon a flood. The scent of her arousal, pungent and yet almost sweet in its femineity, permeated his body.

 

Issie drew her legs up even further and pulled his head closer, seemingly inviting Ned to bury his face deeper into her folds

 

But it wasn’t just up top that Ned’s senses were overwhelmed. On the lower bunk Amy was guiding his manhood in and out of her delightfully warm and juicy sex as Ned moved his hips in and out. Her hand was wrapped around his cock, a sort of stopper, maximising the raking of the tip of his shaft against her g spot.

 

Ned felt her legs shift; no longer wrapped outside his thighs. At the same time he sensed a tilt in the angle of her body. Overcome by a need to see what she was up to and at the same time view the sight of his manhood plunging in and out of a body that drove him to constant distraction, he fought against the pull of Issie’s hands and looked down.

 

Amy’s legs were now spread wide, lifted above her body where they were bent at the knees and jammed against the underside of the upper bunk, her hips tilted upward to the point Ned felt he could almost look straight down into her womanhood; or at least he could have if his cock wasn’t occupying the space.

 

He could now see the silken embrace that his shaft could feel, the tight press of her sex upon the flesh of his hardness, warm and wet. His shaft glistened with her juices each time it emerged, as her vulva creamed to the action, an ooze of white juice emerging with each withdrawal to circle his shaft with the next plunge.

 

But Issie wasn’t to be denied. Her hands tugged at his hair, drawing his face back in between her legs.

 

With renewed focus, Ned fluttered and flicked his tongue against her clit, conveying an urgency as he lapped relentlessly at her. Issie was shuddering in pleasure, her moans rising in harmony with those louder and more desperate ones coming from Amy below.

 

Soon Ned realised he had both women on the verge of their climaxes.

 

Amy went first, her now familiar profane cries of….

 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…. Fuck, fuck, fuck…….oh my god……..Ned,.…aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh,..oh god, aaahhh. ”

 

Amy wriggled and squirmed under him, taking away the hand that limited his penetration, she thrust herself towards him, taking the whole of his manhood into the warm embrace of her body and then circling her hips. He felt his cock pummelled by the contraction of her body, even as he continued to flutter his tongue against Issie’s clit.

 

Already trembling on the edge, but perhaps spurred on by Amy’s orgasm, Issie went moments later, arching herself up, contorting herself even more in the narrow width of the bunk she was folded up in. Issie became a gyrating, undulating feast for his eyes, her soft breasts, capped by her jutting nipples softly bouncing as a backdrop to the rotation of her crotch that filled Ned’s vision, all the while her own cries of……

 

“Mmmmmmmm,……Ned, oh Ned, Ned, that’s beautiful, ooohhh,…..mmmmm.” mixing with Amy’s louder more desperate and profane moans.

 

Ned’s ball were on the point of boiling; strands of sensitivity were shooting up his shaft, all telling him his own climax was imminent. He ached to unleash himself into Amy’s body, just waiting for the moment his intended vigorous pounding of her wouldn’t spoil the residue of her orgasm. But it seemed the girls had other ideas as Amy slipped him out of her, leaving Ned on an unsatisfied verge. As Ned stood there mutely, the girls changed position around him, caressing and handling his body, telling him how great he was, all as if to reassure him his turn was coming. Issie moved to the bottom bunk while Amy spread her legs around Ned’s head, presenting her crotch to his face.

 

Ned watched as Amy shuffled closer to him until the lips of her vulva straddled his nose; her mound with which he was so obsessed right in front of him, her perfect breasts so close in his vision as she sat up to position herself. The powerful scent of her now dripping womanhood, rimmed by the cream his thrusting had generated, flooded his senses and aroused him. At the same time as Amy challenged him to ….“Do for me what you did for Issie.”…., he felt his shaft bent down and slipped into the wet embrace of Issie’s sex.

 

The immediate need to climax had subsided, but as he felt the hardness of his manhood fully immersed in the silky, sensuous grip of Issie’s body, Ned wondered if he’d last another full cycle.

 

With Amy, Ned needed quick results. Tonguing her clit while fingering her g spot, he soon had her moaning in pleasure; partly reassured by his knowledge that Amy’s second orgasm was usually quick to follow her first.

 

Issie was the one he was worried about. Like Amy had, Issie was using her hand to limit the depth of his penetration. But her g spot lay much deeper within her than Amy’s did and in any case Issie was allowing a much more through penetration with every thrust. As Ned rocked his hips back and forward to thrust into her he was aware that already bubbling threads of sensitivity extend from his balls well up his shaft. He could erupt at any moment.

 

Trying to distract himself by concentrating his thoughts on his tonguing of Amy, Ned soon had her rolling her hips languorously, undulating her pelvis against his face as she involuntarily responded to the stimulation, seeking to supplement it with her own syncopated movements. Her hands held Ned’s face tightly into her body, her fingers fluttering through his hair as if that somehow would dissipate the rising tension in her body. For a few long seconds she tensed and trembled on the brink of her orgasm; a high-pitched moan of impending pleasure drawn from her throat.

 

Then, with her usual release of profane vocals she was over the edge, writhing and squirming about.

 

For Ned, Amy’s orgasmic performance was the last straw. He’d tried to slow his rate of thrusting, made shallower penetrations, but nothing was working. His senses weren’t telling him Issie was going to get there any time soon.

 

Almost pleadingly, he called out…

 

“Issie, I’m about to cum. I can’t hold it.”

 

Issie moaned back…

 

“Let it rip Ned, I want it. I want it now.”

 

Issie took the hand away that was limiting his depth of penetration. Immediately Ned thrust his whole hardness deep into her, four then five times; hard, fast thrusts that sent waves of pleasure through his body. His balls boiled over and a sense of ecstasy shot up his shaft as he sprayed her cervix with his seed.

 

At that moment, Issie came too; her hips lifting as she cried out and her womanhood started pummelling Ned’s shaft with its contractions. But Ned was too lost in his release to do anything more than maximise his own pleasure. Two more thrusts and he hosed it again, and then again and then a fourth time.

 

Ned’s knees went wobbly as it seemed all his strength had been ejected with his seed.

 

As he rested his weight on the top bunk, Amy was now bent over him, kissing the top of his head as her breasts hung temptingly across his vision. Below he could still feel the last of Issie’s contractions bearing down on his still firm shaft; her body otherwise still and silent.

 

Ned pulled his head away from the edge of the top bunk just enough to look down. Issie, like Amy before him, had her legs in the air, her feet spread wide apart to brace themselves against the underside of the upper bunk; her crotch turned upwards so that it looked to Ned as if he could look straight down into the depth of her womanhood. Or at least he could have if his own cock wasn’t plugging it. The rim of her sex was heavily creamed, now also diluted with his milky seed that was oozing from the entrance.

 

He was in no hurry to withdraw. There was still considerable pleasure for him in its embrace. But as he softened, the moment came and he pulled out, glimpsing Issie’s hand bring a towel up between her legs in the instant before his head was lifted by Amy so his lips could meet hers.

 

Ned savoured the taste of Amy’s mouth; penetrating to the back of her throat with his tongue. She in turn seemed determined to taste herself inside Ned’s mouth as she licked the top of the tongue that only recently had been planted in her sex.

 

The next think he knew a still naked Issie was standing beside him, arms wrapped around him. As Amy finished with him, Issie turned him towards her, drawing him into a full length bodily contact, his flaccid cock pulled under her mound where Ned was sure he could feel it surrounded by the lips of her crease. It felt nice, but at this point nothing was going to happen. It would be a good half hour or more before that could happen.

 

“Well Ned, that wasn’t so bad was it?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Giving us head.”

 

“When did I say….?”

 

Issie cut him off. “We’ve noticed you’ve given us nothing more than a quick kiss on the pussy until now. We were willing to allow for the possibility you were worried about STI’s. So once that was off the table we figured we’d give you a good workout; break the ice sort of.

 

And we know that you’ve not had much head from us either, although that’s more because your erections are too valuable to waste on our throats. But we’re going to fix that problem for you too.”

 

Ned thought that was just like Issie; reading him like a book. It was a bit disconcerting to have her inside his head like that. He sometimes worried whether there was any secret he could keep from her. Still one thing intrigued him.

 

“What are you going to do to fix what you call a problem?”

 

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

 

The rest of the day passed uneventfully enough. It was that night as they settled down to bed the full meaning of Issie’s words became evident. He’d just finished turning from side to side to kiss each of them goodnight and was resting on his back.

 

Even when he didn’t expect anything to happen, engaging in a full body contact kiss with two naked women inevitably raised an erection, and tonight was no different. Without any real warning, Amy rose up, knelt beside him and after a couple of kisses and licks of it, deep throated his hardness; vigorously slipping it in and out of her mouth across wet lips and burying it deeply enough on the intake he could feel the back of her throat completely surround it and its full length immersed in her mouth.

 

Instinctively he reach out to tickle up her erogenous zones; her butt rising and falling with her actions almost right in front of his face. But as soon as she felt that, her hand came around, grabbed his and pinned it under her leg. The message was clear enough – lie back and enjoy it.

 

So he just laid his head back hard into his pillow and moaned softly until he came; Issie on the other side of him caressing his chest as she whispered in his ear…….”Does that answer your question?”

 

As Ned was to find out the next day, that wasn’t the end of the implications of the clear test results from the clinic. It seemed the girls had more in mind. It all started when Issie caught Ned as they passed in the companionway outside the master cabin; blocking his way.

 

“Just to let you know Amy and I have been talking.

 

We’ve noticed you’re a bit careful about being ambushed by one of us for a quickie. Amy told me about how you dodged around her when she tried to seduce you the other day and she knew it was because you thought I’d be jealous. She was quite amused by the way you turned bright red and got all flustered.”

 

Ned knew the incident Issie was talking about. It was the day when Amy had gone ashore to give Issie free time with him. After she’d got back and while Issie was swimming, Amy had provocatively groped him – slipping the bulge of his erection under the hem of her mini skirt and against her crease - while they were putting away the groceries. Ned had rather enjoyed it, but it just didn’t seem right to follow through with it. Mind you, he hadn’t realised his discomfort had been so obvious.

 

“Yea, well, it was meant to be your day…..”

 

Issie raised a hand and jumped back in before Ned got himself in a lather of explanation.

 

“What we’ve decided……no, I should say what we want you to know…. is that quickies are allowed. We all need spontaneous sex sometimes and to pander to our personal fantasies. Girls do have fantasies too you know, don’t you?”

 

Ned looked back at Issie with the sort of wide eyed stare usually reserved for a deer caught in headlights. The last question was rhetorical and delivered with the sort of quizzical grin that told him she was teasing him.

 

“But we don’t want to wear you out, so we’re suggesting a couple of loose rules so you know no-one’s going to be upset by you succumbing to one of our come-ons.

 

Amy and I are each allowed four quickies a week. So you know you’re succumbing to one of them, they have to accord with our preannounced fantasies; we can add to them, even on the spur of the moment, but they have to be made public.

 

And we’re not allowed to wear you out. They can’t last for more than about ten minutes; which we know means they might be more about your orgasm than ours.

 

Finally, they can’t be less than three hours before bedtime or dawn so that you’re in good condition for group sex.”

 

By now Ned was vaguely aware his jaw was hanging down slack, possibly with drool coming out of his mouth. This was not the sort of conversation he’d ever had before; nor was he ever likely to again. It was just like Issie to take control of situations and deal with things so directly; but this was beating anything she’d done before in its sheer directness.

 

“My fantasies are simple. I like it when you unleash your inner animal. I know by the time you’ve satisfied both of us, there’s not much left in the tank to make it last very long. I want to be able to have quickie animal sex sessions with you where you just unleash your passions on me. So does Amy.”

 

Ned knew what she was referring to. On a couple of occasions, after satisfying them, Ned’s hardness had sensitized in a way that sort of just demanded hard passionate, almost reckless, pounding by him to reach his own climax. Issie had been the girl under him for both sessions and had quite got off on it; although since he’d only lasted half a dozen thrusts, she’d not reached another climax of her own.

 

Still he was surprised. It was against everything he thought he knew about what women liked in sex. Maybe he could see Issie was of a style that would like a bit of that. Amy, especially with her relationship history, was less intuitively someone who would be asking for it. Ned wasn’t sure he could even do it to her - as much as he lusted after her body.

 

But Issie wasn’t finished.

 

“I want to be able to take you in the water sometimes and I want to be able to slip you into me in the middle of the night for a penetrated cuddle; if you want to release you can, but that’s not what I’m looking for and obviously we need to do it in a way that doesn’t disturb Amy.

 

Amy wants to seduce you into taking her standing up like she tried to do the other day.

 

These are quickies Ned. It’s assumed the third person is on the boat. We don’t want to subject them to the sounds or sight of a long drawn out love making session. Except for a quick warm up, no playing with clits or aiming for g spots. You’ve already seen what I like in the water. Except for that and the penetrated cuddle, we want it hot, passionate and fast.

 

Oh, and by the way. You’re allowed to have us for a fantasy too. Of course any of us can plead a ‘not right now’, we’re not sanctioning something akin to rape for you or us. It’s just you need to know it is allowed within the relationship. But the same rules apply, it has to be a quickie. But to keep things fair, you have to use us alternately.”

 

By now Ned was sure he could feel the drool running out of the corner of his mouth.

 

In the narrow companionway they had from the outset been close to each other. As the boat had gently rocked to passing waves, Issie had allowed herself to come against Ned; her legs straddling his thigh, her crotch gently moving against it with the rocking of the boat.

 

Certainly one part of his body was on the ball. As Issie laid out the girls’ sex plan for him, his manhood had clearly recognised what the future held for it and was already responding to that; as well as to Issie’s contact with him.

 

But the thinking brain was frozen. Once Issie had finished her little monologue there was a moment’s silence while Ned tried to get his brain into a gear that could cope with such an unusual conversation. He did a quick calculation; their morning session of group sex, eight quickies for the girls a week plus whatever additional sex came out of their one on one sessions with him. That was heading to an average of three times a day.

 

There had been a mere few times in his life when three times a week hadn’t been regarded as pretty good going – and that was in his youth. For the last decade once a week was more normal and twice was doing great. Since Louise had left the boat there’d been none at all until this thing with the girls had exploded onto his cock. He doubted he’d be taking up the invitation to explore his own fantasies; but who knew what the future might hold. But sometimes he did wonder if Issie had forgotten his age.

 

Ned felt as if some witty, self-depreciating reply wasn’t called for. Certainly the self-depreciating part would have been easy enough. It was just that he’d never in his life had a woman come up and tell him that ‘this is what I want and I want more of it.’ For the most part it was great. He suspected most guys would love to know exactly what their lover wants and just about every one of them would like to hear they want more.

 

But ‘hot, passionate and fast?’ At least in the context of him just selfishly unleashing his animal spirit on them, he kept coming back to the thought that’s the very thing guys are told women don’t want; especially the fast bit? His brain was spinning. As he held eye contact with Issie, it knew the silence had extended to long.

 

“Aarrr, hmmm, OK…….but how do I know your body’s ready to take it ‘hot, fast and passionately?’”

 

Issie broke into a broad grin.

 

“We’ll make that clear. But I think you can assume by the time we accost you that we’re already feeling pretty hot for action.

 

Let me show you.”

 

The grin became a broad smile as Issie took Ned’s hand, isolated out two of his fingers, pulled down the front of her bikini pants and slipped his fingers inside to feel up her crease. It was damp – more than damp, it was wet; her clit engorged into a firm button. As she pushed his fingers deeper he felt her womanhood readily accept their entry.

 

Issue slipped her other hand inside Ned’s swimwear and wrapped her fingers around the extended length of what was now a full boner, releasing it from its containment as she tucked the now loose hem of his pants under his balls. Pulling on both the hand she held to her crotch and his erection, Issie walked backward towards the master cabin.

 

Now at least the focus of Ned’s brain could narrow itself. He knew the constrained Ned could put on a fairly good show of hot, passionate, sex while still treading the ‘take it step by step’ approach a life time of interaction with women had instilled in him. But he also knew that wasn’t really what Issie wanted. Alternatively he could just let himself go and give full vent to the arousal of his body that the nubile young woman in front of him had brought about.

 

He decided to try the second approach; the passion which he allowed to consume him meaning that was the last considered decision he made for the next ten minutes.

 

As Issie stepped backwards through the cabin door, Ned took an even bigger step forward, bringing his body into full contact with Issie’s. He pushed his erection into the space between Issie’s bikini bottoms and her crotch that the forced withdrawal of his hand from her grasp created; immediately bringing the length of his shaft hard up into the valley of her crease; thrusting it subtly back and forwards as his hands wrapped around her body and drew her face to his for a prolonged kiss.

 

Fiddling out the back clasp of her bikini bralet, he released it, pulling the top off her body as he slipped down her front to suck her nipples and letting his hands in turn come within reach of her pants. These he pushed far enough down her legs that they’d drop to the floor, followed quickly by his own. In moments he had them both stripped naked.

 

Ned threw a pillow into the spot on the bed that approximated where her bottom would be before pushing Issie backwards into it. Almost instantly his own body was covering her, his legs outside hers as the hardness of his manhood pushed up into her crotch. They both squirmed enough for the alignment of the contact to let Ned surge his shaft along the line of her crease and feel out the warmth and wetness of the void that awaited it.

 

Without hesitation, he thrust the full length of his shaft into her womanhood; enjoying the sensation of that single firm thrust opening up her body to him; pushing aside the velvet folds of her sex until his ball-sack allowed it to go no further. He savoured its capture, the pair of them momentarily mewling in harmony at their mutual pleasure.

 

Now he had unleashed his animal, Ned’s focus – indeed all his senses – narrowed down to two things.

 

The first was pleasuring his hardness inside the embrace of her sex; feeling the way it gripped his manhood as he slid it in and out, pleasuring himself as the taut skin of his erection moved against the well lubricated cavity of her young body. The pace, angle and depth of his thrusting was governed to satisfy him. If the crashing of his ballsack into her crotch as he sought maximum penetration somehow stimulated her clit, that was nice for her. So too was any stimulation provided to her g spot by the raking of his shaft across it because of the elevation the pillow provided.

 

But in contrast to every other act of love making Ned had engaged in, these were not objectives. The animal had been unleashed, and for the next ten minutes at least, the only box it would be in was Issie’s.

 

The second was enjoying the visual excitement of having laid out under him Issie’s young, nubile body; of looking down the gap between her flat, tight stomach and his own body to see the length of his manhood appear, shining with her juices, before thrusting back inside her, to see the way her breasts – capped as they were by her jutting nipples - wobbled as she rag dolled to his thrusts.

 

He saw her looking up at him; her face framed by the cascade of her dark hair tinged as it was with sun bleached ends, smiling at first with her seductive engaging smile before her head fell back, eyes closed, her mouth circling around the groans of sexual pleasure that reached his ears. But always, his eyes were drawn back to her body; its womanly perfection nearly as arousing as the feeling of his cock gliding in and out the length of her sex.

 

Ned was grunting; loudly. This was high energy stuff. Supporting his weight on his knees and outstretched arms to give his shaft maximum freedom for its play and his eyes the best panoramic view of Issie’s womanly body, it was only the flooding hormones rushing through his body that submerged for the time being the discomfort and plain physical exhaustion of his efforts. A price might be paid later, but for now it meant nothing.

 

For his pleasure, not hers, he bent down to suck her nipple, twisting his eyes to get a close up view of the adjoining breast, its nipple standing erect in the profile presented to him. With his back now arched, still he thrust; his hips dropped a bit to fold his body up more tightly to give him more comfortable access to her breast; oblivious to the fact this had increased the pressure applied to her g spot by his raking shaft.

 

He may have vaguely recognised Issie’s groans were becoming louder, her breath more rapidly taken, but none of that was allowed to change the way he was pleasuring himself. Issie started to writhe under him, lifting her hips up to push against his.

 

For Ned, it all just felt fantastic. Somewhere in the back of his mind might have been a slight surprise that this much pleasure could last this long; maybe all the orgasms in the last two weeks were giving him more endurance. But it didn’t matter; he just kept going, both his cock and his eyes flooding his body with hormones of pleasure and excitement.

 

His manhood was becoming more sensitive. There was a tingling as his balls as though they were starting to boil; each thrust feeling better than the last. He knew the end must be coming.

 

Suddenly Issie squealed under him, scratched down the length of his back and threw her hips upward…..

 

“Ned, oh Ned…Ned, Ned, Ned,….OOOhhh,…….oooohhhh………..” the whole thing morphing into a continuous moan.

 

Issie’s upthrust hips were rocking from side to side, her breasts teasingly wobbling sideways in reversed synchronisation, but still Ned kept pounding her, trying to keep himself centred on the moving target; her contractions gripping his manhood.

 

The rocking of Issie’s hips turned to a circular motion, her mound arched up by her so that it rubbed firmly against the movement of his stomach with his every thrust until his cock bottomed out and his pubis brought firmly up against it. Ned’s grunts grew louder; something in them signalling to Issie his own climax was imminent. Unwilling to be satisfied by a single climax, she started jerking herself up and down, throwing her crotch down to meet his thrust with an almost violent crash.

 

Issie’s body tensed, every muscle was quivering under Ned as she continued to pound back against his thrusts. For a few long seconds she trembled on the brink, groaning with a higher pitched moan. Then with a squeal she came again, her sex contracting violently on Ned’s hardness as he continued to plunge into her body.

 

For Ned that was more than he could take. It felt like the head of his shaft had swelled and his whole manhood would explode as a sensation of shear ecstasy formed in his balls and travelled up his shaft. He threw himself down flat on Issie, pinning her to the bunk cushion and plunged his shaft as deeply as he could into her as he felt the first spray of his cum hose against her cervix; a long bellowing groan vocalising his pleasure.

 

With his face buried into the cushion alongside the cascade of her hair, he lifted his butt to achieve a slight withdrawal and thrust deeply again to deliver the second spray. His body was on automatic, some primeval force taking whatever action nature demanded to deliver his seed deeply into the woman under him. A third and then a fourth plunge and spray, each with a groan loud enough that Ned turned his head away so as not to deafen Issie.

 

Finally he was reduced to a sequence of ecstatic shudders, as if her sex was squeezing from him the last drops of his cum.

 

Exhausted, his body’s reserves fully expended, he rested his whole weight on Issie as he continued to enjoy the feeling of his still hard manhood resting in her sex; the last residue of her contractions squeezing it as her body started to reclaim its own domain. Where previously there had been a crescendo of primeval noises, now there was silence.

 

With their torsos still pinned together by Ned’s penetration of her, he rolled both their bodies over, leaving Issie’s limp form draped on top of him, his arm wrapped pleasurably around the feminine shape of her waist, his hand on her back. That took away any concern he had about crushing her and let the fluids which he could already feel leaking from around the base of his cock become matted in his pubic hair instead of on the bed.

 

Her hand shuffled up and started stroking his head; fingers tangling themselves in the residue of his hair and slipping through it. They just lay there as his manhood finally started to soften and gradually withdrew itself.

 

Issie finally broke the silence.

 

“Wow Ned, just wow.”

 

Ned didn’t know what to say. There was no doubt that had been some of the best sex he’d had in his life, but somehow ‘you’re a great root too Issie’ just didn’t seem right. There was also no doubt he was becoming more attached to Issie – great shared sex will do that to you – but pledges of love were impossible.

 

“Wow for me too Issie.” was the best he could do even as an internal voice reprimanded him for the pathetic attempt.

 

Issie lifted herself up on her arms, drew her haunches under her and ended up sitting over Ned’s lower stomach cow girl style. Ned could feel the trail of fluids she’d left along his body with the movement of her crotch and the continuing discharge where she sat.

 

Issie must have felt it too because she volunteered, “I think we might need a swim after that.” Adding for good measure, “Pity we can’t go naked.”

 

But she was right. The noises they’d just made would have travelled through the anchorage. They would have drawn too much attention to offer any hope of sneaking off the back of the boat. Goodness only knew what Amy had thought of the whole thing.


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