Unexpected threesome

Unexpected threesome Unexpected threesome

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Ned unexpectedly hooks up with the girls cruising the pacific with him

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Ned unexpectedly hooks up with the girls cruising the pacific with him

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Submitted: April 17, 2017

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[I normally write about relationships of equals. Young people of about the same age and social status. Fans have from time to time asked me to write about an older guy, younger girl relationship. Until recently that hasn’t inspired me.

 

But I recently observed an interaction/ relationship and some conversation around it that inspired me to write the following story. It was essentially plutonic. I can only guess the guy might have wished for this ending; the girls probably not.

 

Thank you again to the honest guys who help me write from a male perspective]

 

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Ned had been sailing the pacific in his 48 foot yacht for most of the last five years since his wife of 30 years – the first and only love of his life - died.

 

In his early 60’s, he knew he was no spring chicken.

 

His crews had come and gone; an assortment of female divorcees in their 50’s and free spirited younger men and woman in their 20’s. For social rather than sexual reasons he preferred mixed crews – with women in the majority – rather than an all-male crew.

 

He’d had a fling or two with some of the divorcees.  But even though he was naturally tall and slender and the physical work involved in sailing and looking after a yacht that size kept him fit and strong, he had no illusions about his lack of attractiveness to females in their 20’s. He was careful not to invade their personal space or create ambiguous situations.

 

At his age, sex was nice, but didn’t present him with the undeniable urges of his youth. The mere company of such nubile young beings was reward enough for having them aboard.

 

As the yacht swung at its mooring in Papeete his crew consisted of two girls in their late 20’s who had now been with him for some time.

 

Issie was of Italian origin, medium height, medium if slightly sold build, and a pretty enough face. From time to time Ned might have thought her breasts were a little small for her frame; but he also accepted that was none of his business. As a surfer and a general pursuer of somewhat crazily dangerous sports she was intimidatingly fit; washboard stomach, toned muscles and all. She also knew how to flaunt herself both in how she dressed and acted, and didn’t really care in front of who.

 

Amy was out of a different mould. She was the same height as Issie but she was closer to Ned’s genome in being slender by nature; seemingly regardless of what she ate. The one thing that Issie and Amy shared was that Amy also was a surfer and general participant in crazy strength demanding sports and if anything, as far as Ned could tell, outdid Issie in her strength and fitness.

 

But the qualification ‘as far as Ned could tell’ said a lot about the differences between the girls. From England, although from parents with mixed Spanish and Greek origin which might have explained her flawless olive skin, Amy was of a more reticent and reserved nature, especially in how she dressed and physically interacted with others.

 

Cruising the tropics in a yacht carries with it unusual dress standards. With the environment always salty and damp and the lack of fresh water for washing, crews on friendly terms often go naked at sea. If they’re not that friendly, minimal swimwear is usually the order of the day – with a sun protecting top if you’re exposed to the sun.

 

Ned tended to let the crew set the standard for dress and follow that, rather than impose his own. From time to time he had been running a naked boat, especially if German or Swedish women were aboard since they seemed more inclined to shed their clothing than others. It was quite an interesting experience, more so if the girls were younger. After all the tight confines of a rocking boat don’t allow for the same personal space as a land based nudist colony. Passing in a companionway could become highly intimate – especially if the boat lurched at the time. Even at his age, the risk of an all too obvious boner was ever present.

 

Issie and Amy had never gone that far. Issie’s standard clothing seemed to be one of a number of tiny triangle bikinis; minimal coverage tops and dangerously low waisted pants. Sometimes when she sat next to Ned in the cockpit, she’d lift one knee up to her chest and that would cause the waist band of her bikini bottom to fold out in a way that let him peek all the way down to the turn of her mons. That let him confirm what the intimately close fit of her bikini bottoms already left little doubt about – a complete lack of pubic hair.

 

For many months after she joined the boat, Ned hadn’t seen Amy in anything less than baggy knee length shorts and a lose fitting top which made her figure from her neck to the knees look like nothing less than a slim rectangular box. Sometimes if the wind was blowing against her clothing, you were able to get the outline of her figure – even the suggestion her breasts were more than might be expected on one so slim – but that was the limit of it.

 

Eventually she had donned a bikini to go for a swim, but it was little more revealing than her normal clothing; a high wasted, conservative legged bottom and something closer to a tank top than a bikini one; baggy at the front so that, even when it was wet, it didn’t cling to her breasts in a way that was anything other than a single bulge across her chest. Overall it may have confirmed Ned’s impression of her having nice boobs and a slim curvy figure, but you had to work hard to see it; it didn’t exactly flaunt it.

 

Still, that seemed to have broken the ice and the bikini became more frequently seen – eventually being the standard boat outfit; even if she reverted to her box clothing for going ashore.

 

Amy had revealed that two years ago she’d had an unpleasant breakup with a very controlling boyfriend in a relationship that had gone on for many years. Evidently he’d acquired her when she was young and naïve and essentially trapped her until she’d eventually found the strength to break away. Indeed that had been a large part of her motivation for running off the sea and generally doing crazy things.

 

Ned wondered if her rather unflattering clothing choices were a hangover from that; although fully accepted it was none of his business.

 

On this night the yacht was moored off Papeete, the capital of Tahiti. The girls had been ashore for the day. When they’d return Ned thought that Amy seemed in a strange mood, but couldn’t put his finger on it. Something was different; she seemed unsettled. And while Ned tried not to be a busy body where they were concerned, he felt a sufficient degree of responsibility for them that he couldn’t quite let it go.

 

They were half way through dinner when Amy got up to fetch herself another glass of wine from the galley.

 

As Amy came back to the table and started to sit down, glass in hand, the yacht lurched as a result of the wash of a passing motor boat. Put off balance, but trying to preserve her wine, she landed heavily against Ned, her body crossing his and her spare hand landing on his upper thigh.

 

Apologising, she righted herself, but made no attempt to move back to her original position a more demure half metre away.

 

Ned now found himself with Amy’s hip and naked thigh pushed hard against his, his arm – previously spreadeagled innocently along the back of the settee – now behind her back, her hair cascading over it.

 

He fought an automatic inclination to remove his arm and bounce across to create a personal space for both of them. Instead he froze in place, letting Amy control the situation.  She hadn’t been herself since coming back to the boat and he neither wanted to have her feel she was being pushed away, nor let her think he was making a move on her.

 

He felt her body relax into place, her shoulder settling against his and her bare elbow brushing his chest each time she took a sip of her wine.

 

Ned thought that was all very nice. But he was painfully aware of the growing signs of arousal in his speedos; signs that must be all too obvious to Amy if she took a glimpse in the space between his chest and the edge of the table. As subtly as he could he tried to flick the waist of his light sun shirt over the extended appendage.

 

The evening continued. Superficially, everything was very jolly; a light banter keeping them all entertained and laughing. Amy’s body moving against Ned’s as she laughed and drank had long since converted Ned’s light arousal into a fully grown boner, eventually having forced him to attempt an unnoticed readjustment of his speedos to let it grow vertically. Whether it was unnoticed he didn’t know. Issie’s eyes were boring into the pair of them as they sat across the table from her. Ned didn’t detect jealously or anger; more confusion. It was a confusion Ned shared. Amy wasn’t herself. She was drinking more than usual and her close contact with Ned was in contrast to her usually reserved physical behaviour towards him. Yet still he felt frozen in place; neither wanting to withdraw from the physical contact nor increase it or take advantage of it.

 

An hour of heavy drinking later, Ned noticed a tear welling in the corner of Amy’s eye before running down her cheek. A second and a third followed it before Amy abruptly stood up and announced she was going to bed.

 

Ned knew something was wrong. The desire to hide his erection under the table was overwhelmed by his concern for her. He got up and followed her, touching her on the shoulder as he gently said –

 

“Amy…………what’s wrong?”

 

Amy stood and turned towards him. Her face was now full of tears, her eyes already red. Ned put an open palmed hand over her shoulder. It just seemed she was craving some contact and he thought it might encourage her to talk, even though he wouldn’t normally do that.  She put on a poor attempt at a brave face and a smile.

 

“Nothing.”

 

“Wouldn’t you like to talk about it?”

 

“Really, I’m OK. I’m just being silly.”

 

Ned wasn’t sure how hard to push it.

 

“Well, it you’d like to talk just let me know, even if you think I’m asleep.”

 

With a final pathetic attempt at a smile, Amy turned and glided into her room. Ned and Issie exchanged quizzical looks. The boat was too small for conversation not to travel, but Ned felt safe in asking –

 

“Did anything happen ashore?”

 

“Not that I saw.”

 

“Well, I might turn in too.”

 

Ned had been in bed and asleep an hour when he heard one of the girls go to the head. Moments after there was a light knock at his door.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

It was Amy’s softly spoken voice.

 

“Yes Amy. What would you like?”

 

“Can we talk?”

 

“Sure, come in.”

 

Ned had been sleeping naked – as he did in these climates. He flicked a sheet across his hips, hiding his night erection. The door opened as Amy’s shadowy figured entered. Shuffling across the bed to make some space, Ned pointed to the area of the expansive bunk near his chest, indicating –

 

“Have a seat”

 

As she sat down, Ned eyes started to adjust to the moonlight room and he suddenly realised that Amy was nearly naked; dressed only in a pair of tiny panties. He couldn’t help casting his eyes up, taking in the orbs of her naked breasts standing perkily out from her chest. He’d never seen her like this before.

 

Amy didn’t waste time. It seemed it had taken her time to build up the courage to talk and now she was ready to download.

 

“What’s wrong with me?”

 

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

 

“Why do guys hate me? I couldn’t even get you to hit on me tonight.”

 

“Let’s set aside why I didn’t hit on you. Why do you think guys hate you?”

 

“In town today they were all flirting and chatting up Issie and just ignoring me. Aren’t I attractive enough?”

 

Ned was a bit shocked and uncertain. He didn’t want to set up a competitive situation between Issie and Amy and was painfully aware what he said might be heard by Issie. But he was also surprised that a girl as smart and seemingly self-assured as Amy didn’t have a better appreciation of her own worth. It was like something had ripped a scab off a wound that Ned never before realised was there.

 

Ned lowered his voice to a bare whisper.

 

“Amy”

 

Amy bent over to bring her ear closer to Ned, dangling her breasts in front of him as she did.

 

“You’re a stunningly attractive girl. Way prettier than Issie. And really nice. There’s not a single thing I’ve seen in you not to like.”

 

“Then why do the guys ignore me? Do you know I’ve never even had an orgasm?”

 

Ned had been offered two different questions with two different lines of discussion. Surprisingly the second seemed to be the safer to pursue. Amy had made no secret of the long term boyfriend she’d broken up with two years ago and the way she spoke left little doubt a fair bit of sex had been involved.

 

“What about Frank? Didn’t he ever give you an orgasm?”

 

“All he ever wanted was to get head from me and pound me. It just never really worked for me. I felt like a failure.”

 

“Come on Amy, you know in your heart it was Frank who was the failure. He didn’t look after you. It was up to him to do more.”

 

Amy was finding bending down to bring her ear to Ned uncomfortable. Without asking, she turned around and lay parallel to him on the bed; propping her head up on her forearm.

 

“Yea, sort of, but still, it hurt.”

 

“Look Amy, you’re slim, nicely figured with a beautiful face and hair every girl would die for. You’re smart, well balanced, funny and interesting. In short, you’re a stunner. You should have guys throwing themselves in your path.”

 

“Why aren’t they? Why aren’t you?”

 

If Amy was able to feel the hardness of his cock or the aching desire Ned had for her, she’d know the second question was unnecessary. But he hesitated. He might have had a view on the first question, but wasn’t sure he should offer it. He thought about how he could offer it safely.

 

“Amy, you have a professional background. You know how important presentation and even advertising is to get the message of your superior offering out to potential customers. Well, social life is very similar.

 

You seem very reticent to display yourself. There might be a really good reason for that; hopefully not something terrible in your past. But what I can tell you just from being a guy is that the way Issie presents herself generates a hormonal surge in guys she interacts with that sort of drives them to try and hit on her. There are times and places that can be a bad thing – not all guys are willing to control those urges. But in the end that’s what gives guys the courage to approach a girl; so it has its place.

 

And as for why I didn’t hit on you that’s simple, and it’s got nothing to do with not thinking you’re sexy and gorgeous. You and Issie are my favourite all time crews. I’d hate to do something to muck that up. I’m twice your age so didn’t really think you could be attracted to me, you were more than a little drunk, I didn’t know how you were hurting and I just didn’t want to do anything you’d regret later. Didn’t you notice how aroused you made me?”

 

“Yea, well you’re old, but you’ve been pretty good to us. More than I could expect from guys our own age. That counts for something you know.”

 

A thought had been formulating in Ned’s head ever since Amy had revealed her lack of ever having had a climax. As much as sex with her was tempting and was clearly still being offered, the fact was she was still drunk. Not so much as to not be able to think for herself, but enough her judgement might be affected. Anyhow, it had been a while for Ned. It wasn’t going to help her self-esteem if he shot his bolt before she was even warmed up. And then there was the question of condoms. His were in the bathroom and he wasn’t sure how she’d react to him insisting he go and get them.

 

“Would you like to be fingered to a climax; just so you know you can get there?”

 

Amy lent in and kissed him on the lips.

 

“I’d love you too.”

 

Ned wasn’t short of his own desires. He brought his hand up and cupped one of her breasts, letting the nipple rise between two fingers where a gentle movement quickly hardened it.

 

“Do you like your nipples being played with?”

 

“I loved it. Really, really loved it. I could never get Frank to do it enough. He’d give them a quick play and then push my head down onto his cock.”

 

Amy was lying right on the edge of the bunk. Ned grabbed her around the waist and rolled her across the top of him onto the other side. Apart from stopping her from rolling off, that brought his right hand into action as the one to finger her with. As she landed, he rolled her onto her back and lifted his head up over her chest.

 

With his eyes now better adjusted to the moonlight, for the first time Ned got to really admire her breasts. They were delightful little orbs; quite firm, perky and proud as they sat on her flat torso and capped by the most beautiful nipples of a uniform golden brown colour across the whole areola and nipple, maybe a slightly larger diameter than would be normal for breasts of her size but all the more beautiful for it.

 

He licked the nipple closest to him and elicited from her a delightful hum of pleasure as it hardened and rose between his lips. Concurrently he brought his hand across and played with the other, having it harden between his fingers. With her head tilted up watching him and his close to her chest, he was acutely aware of the sounds and feel of her breath against his ear and the beating of her heart within her chest. That first time intimacy with the most vital signs of her life gave Ned a sudden sense of her humanity that went beyond even the closest friendship or most empathetic reaction to her. He felt responsible for her; for her happiness and satisfaction.

 

He was surprised how quickly her rate of breathing rose in response to what he would normally regard as mild foreplay. She groaned in his ear as her head flopped back, her hands coming up to pin his head and hand in place against her chest just as he thought it might have been time to move his attention down her body.

 

He swirled the nipple with his tongue inside his mouth, coating it in a flood of saliva to let him momentarily lift his face to let his other hand moisten itself and transfer that wetness to the other nipple. The groaning was becoming louder as she started to writhe under him. It occurred to Ned that unless Issie was in the soundest sleep, she must be able to hear it.

 

Before Ned could really believe it to be true, he was sure her breathing indicated she was close to climax. Still pinned to her chest, he started rapidly flicking her nipple with his tongue. That did it. With a mournful moan and long sharp outtake of breath, she came, pushing her chest up against him and rocking from side to side.

 

Ned kept flicking until her orgasm had run its course, then fought the hand holding his until he obtained its release, trailing his fingers down her torso until he came to the waistband of her panties. Damn he thought. She still has her panties on.

 

He slipped his fingers inside and traced down to her crease. It was already unfolded for him, wet, with a swollen bud easily located. There was an intense “ooohh” from her and her hips rose anxiously to push against his hand as he first touched it, followed by a harmony of moans and hums as he continued to circle it. But he quickly found the tight panties were restricting his access. They needed to come off.

 

Taking his hand out, he tugged at them, encouraging her to lift her hips to release them from under her. Then he rose up and pulled them down her cooperatively folded legs until he’d freed her of them; taking a moment to admire the turn of her mons and the sparse, neatly trimmed covering of lightly coloured pubic hair as he did.

 

Resuming their original positions, Ned kept up the circling of her bud before tracing down her crease to the wet open void of her womanhood, dipping a finger inside to withdraw a flood of wetness and transfer it back to her bud, all the while offering her extra stimulation with his tongue against her nipple.

 

Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered –

 

“Remember, this is for you. You can ask for more of what you like and less of what you don’t. Harder, softer, faster, slower, it’s all up to you.”

 

He could hear the smile in her voice as she softly answered –

 

“It’s lovely.”

 

As an afterthought, Ned added –

 

“Do you have a g spot?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

“Will we see if we can find it?”

 

Amy just nodded her head, before flopping it back and letting out yet another moan as Ned had been continuing to circle her bud as they talked. Ned brought his finger back inside her womanhood as deeply as he could and raked firmly down the front wall of her vagina, repeating that several times, before again coming back to circling her bud. He started a cycle of raking and circling, the latter making sure she stayed at peak arousal whether or not his fingering of her womanhood was achieving anything.

 

On about the fourth time, she suddenly tightened her pelvic floor muscles and squeezed her thighs around his hand as his fingers were pushed hard against the front wall of her womanhood, not far above the opening.

 

“That’s it!” she squealed softly.

 

Ned raked his finger hard across the nominated spot, causing Amy to start squirming under him. He brought a second finger into her and raked some more while his thumb stroked her bud, bringing forth a stream of “ooohh” and “aarrr’s” from Amy.

 

Ned found himself thinking with disgust about her former boyfriend. Quite apart from an obviously sensitive clit, this girl does nipple orgasms and has a g spot and in all the years they spent having sex, he’d never got her there; his selfish deep pounding no doubt missing the right spot altogether.

 

It wasn’t long before, with what seemed to Ned like the detonation of an explosion, Amy suddenly came, clamping his hand inside her with her own hand, throwing her hips up in the air, so high that even her breast was forced deeper into his mouth as it rose, and swaying from side to side. The almost screaming “aaahhh…” of the first explosion was followed by a series of moans and sighs which seemed to convey a pleasure almost too painful to bear.

 

Ned froze alongside her, letting it take its course. When she’d finally finished, she turned her body towards him, brought it into full contact and, as his erection seeped pre-cum against her stomach, gave him a prolonged kiss. Ned felt quite proud of what he’d done, not that he was going to show it. Even though his erection was now swollen hard, sensitive and needy in a way it hadn’t been for years, he thought that would be the end of the matter. For him this really was all about Amy. The erection would go soon enough.

 

It caught him by surprise when her hand circled his manhood. More so when she slipped down his flank, used her grip on his erection to flip him onto his back and put it in her mouth, circling it with her tongue. From between his legs she looked up at him, her eyes and the corners of her mouth conveying a smile.  

 

Suddenly her eyes grew wider and her smile bigger as she focused on something above him. Ned looked up to see a naked Issie standing over him. Issie bent down, bringing her face to him and started kissing him, quickly slipping a tongue into his mouth. More by instinct than considered action, Ned brought his arms up to embrace her, following her as she swung around and sat on the bed beside him, exactly where Amy had not that long ago.

 

All the while he could feel Amy playing with the top third of his erection in her mouth; a delightful sloppy play of it against her lips and tongue. Then suddenly she wasn’t, her hand wrapped around it as he felt her somehow reposition herself. Next thing he knew the tip of his manhood was first deep inside and then being thrust in and out of a warm, tight, damp part of Amy. His view blocked by his embrace of Issie’s lips, at first he even thought she might have even mounted him.

 

But as he felt her lips and tongue now play against the base of his cock and around his balls, he realised she was thrusting it deeply down her throat. He’d never felt this before. His wife was of a generation that didn’t do head and those older women he’d had since had limited their play to the shallow mouthing Amy had started with. It was fantastic; probably no better than the feel of a well operated vagina, but fantastic just the same. But he did wonder why it didn’t cause Amy to gag and his concern for her took away just a little bit of the pleasure he was feeling.

 

As Issie repositioned herself to lie down alongside his right side, he got a view of Amy on his left, now squatting next to his left side, bent over him, her beautiful arse raised and her head moving up and down with the thrusts he could feel. Then his view was blocked again as Issie cuddled up close to him and pinned him to the bed as, with her hands all over, him she started kissing him again.

 

For Ned it had been too long since his last release. This was something he’d never experienced before and would probably not again. He wanted it to last longer. But far too soon he felt the all too familiar feel of an impending release. It was too nice. He couldn’t hold it back.

 

Pulling his mouth away from Issie’s for a moment, he almost shouted …”I’m about to go.”

 

It made no difference to Amy, she kept thrusting him into her mouth. It almost felt as though she was sucking as he pumped out his seed, an indescribably pleasurable release that left him shuddering out the final vestiges of his orgasm as he realised that Amy was in fact slurping up the output.

 

He felt a need to cuddle Amy; to somehow acknowledge what she’d just done. Straining his arm as he was pinned by Issie, he reached down and managed to place a hand on Amy’s back. Straining further, he found a shoulder which led to an arm. Grasping it, he pulled her gently up so that she too was now laying alongside him.

 

He turned away from Issie to kiss Amy, penetrating her mouth with his tongue and finding it still salty with the output of his own body.

 

As he was kissing Amy, Issie tapped him on the shoulder and announced –

 

“Now you’re going to do me.”

 

This was all new to Ned. Being shared by two girls seemed strange and threatening. Above all he worried about offending Amy. He shot her a quizzical look with his eyes. Amy raised her eyebrows and nodded.

 

He rolled over towards Issie, leaving Amy cuddling into his back.

 

Issie was sexy, attractive and someone he regarded as a good friend and fingering her naked body was nothing less than a major treat. But her circumstances were different from what Amy’s had been; none of the angst or deprivation that had motivated Ned applied to her. He didn’t feel compelled to test for a nipple orgasm or explore g spots.

 

His first touch of her found her already aroused; moist on his fingers, the lips of her crease unfolded and open to him, a swollen bud awaiting what he had to offer. Unlike Amy, she was shaved or lazered clean; something he’d already suspected from the peeks he got down the front of her bikini over time. That had its advantages since Ned didn’t need to worry about grinding her own hair against her bud in the way he did with Amy.

 

She was also quieter than Amy, her breathing more than anything else being the best indication of her state of heightened arousal. Her nipples reacted to the play of his tongue and hardened into his mouth no less than Amy’s, but it was clear they were a supplemental stimulation. All the real action was happening below.

 

Amy didn’t let herself be left out of the action. Even as Ned lay on his side half over Issie, Amy was pushed hard against his back, her hand over his hips playing with his manhood. Ned knew that it wasn’t going to react to that in the way it might have 30 years ago. For quite a while it was flaccid to her touch, flopping about to her every movement. It felt nice, but nothing was going to happen immediately. But Amy persisted and long before Ned thought it would and well before Issie was half way to her orgasm, he could feel a flow of blood into it.

 

That first little sign of arousal encouraged Amy who then worked all the more to return it to its hardened state.

 

In the end Issie took longer than Amy to bring to orgasm, Ned’s fingers almost tiring of the effort required to circle her bud with the firmness that seemed to bring the best reaction from her. But orgasm she did, rewarding Ned with a satisfying hip lifting, bucking ride as in the last she let out an audible groan.

 

Almost immediately Issie aggressively grabbed his already aroused manhood with both hands and pushed her body hard against him as she kissed him, quickly going down on him.

 

Issie didn’t worry about niceties. She straddled his chest with her knees under her, lifted her butt high over his face and just about swallowed his cock, thrusting it hard and fast as deeply down her throat as Amy had.

 

Above him, even in the moonlight, he had a clear view of her anatomy as her legs spread to either side of him. If arousal meant swollen and open, she was still aroused; her lips apart, her womanhood a circle around a dark void that he felt he could slide two fingers into without even touching the sides. Even her bud was clearly visible, the hood drawn back.

 

Down between their bodies he could see her breasts swaying to her movement.

 

He wasn’t sure whether he was expected to finger her more or do a 69 on her, but the fact was that what he was experiencing was such a unique pleasure for him, he chose to simply lie back and enjoy it, playing intermittently with her bud and womanhood more for his visual pleasure than hers. The release Amy had given him gave him longer endurance this time; let him feel the building pleasure more intensely without fighting a premature climax.

 

When it came, Issie, like Amy, lapped it up; waiting until his climax had finish and he’d started to soften before releasing him.

 

After she’d finished, Issie came up and lay alongside him. Ned was on his back, each arm under the neck of the girl on that side who was faced in towards him, an arm over his body and it seemed they were settling in to stay that way. Ned knew once they dropped off to sleep he’d only be able to get out with a fair bit of disturbance and so decided a pit stop now was a good idea; although that wasn’t his only motive.

 

Excusing himself, he sat up in the bed, rolled over on all fours and escaped via the head of the bed – that being the direct path to the small floor area between the bunk and the door. As he did so he was painfully aware he was displaying his wrinkled old body at its worst to the svelte young females next to him. In particular he didn’t want to flash his hairy bare arse at them; merely out of what he thought was a courtesy to them.

 

Attending to his needs, he dealt with the real reason for his visit; to get a handful of condoms from his supply in the bathroom. He didn’t know where this night was going or what was going to happen. Probably nothing he figured, but he didn’t want to be caught short again.

 

Slipping back into the room, he subtly dumped the supply within easy reach behind the bedroom clock on the sideboard and wormed his way back into the bed between the girls.

 

His sleep was at best fitful. Having two naked girls pushed hard against you and a seemingly permanent erection will do that to you. Well into the night, he’d drifted off to sleep with Amy’s bent leg resting lightly over his lower stomach as she slept on her side next to him, each of the girls with an arm across his chest.

 

He awoke to a breaking dawn to find that, while Issie had turned away from him and now had her back pushed against him, Amy’s leg had been drawn down, the tip of his erection now bent over to rest on his hip and poking firmly into her upper thigh. Ned tilted his hips slightly towards her to take the pressure off his bent erection.

 

As he lay there, she shuffled on him, turning further in towards him, lifting her leg momentarily to bring the tip even higher on her thigh; to the point Ned was pretty sure it was poking into the crease between the top of her leg and her crotch. Ned lay there, breathing more heavily now, as he wondered if this was accidental or Amy was attempting to instigate sex with him.

 

Any doubt Ned had that Amy was doing a sort of creeping seduction of him disappeared when he felt her fingers slip between her legs and relocate the tip of his manhood into a warm wet void; just enough of a penetration to hold him in place. So now there was no doubt that Amy was awake or of her intentions. The question Ned had was what he should do about it.

 

He rolled towards her. While he tried to move his hips back as he did so, it was impossible not to deepen the penetration somewhat if he didn’t want to risk her feeling rejected by his withdrawal.

 

In a barely audible whisper designed not to wake Issie, he asked –

 

“Are you wanting something?”

 

“Could we?”

 

“What about Issie waking? What if she wants some too?”

 

“Lucky you.”

 

That last answer reassured Ned. In a way he felt closer and more attracted to Amy. But she was also more vulnerable. He didn’t want jealously to become an issue; but nor did he want to split his crew up.

 

“We’d better use a condom.”

 

Even has they spoke Ned had been reaching for one and now handed the packet to Amy, who opened it and rolled it on before almost too anxiously pushing him completely inside her as they lay side by side.

 

Ned considered his options given Amy’s past and the fact of Issie asleep next to them. If Amy didn’t start moaning too loudly, the most subtle way for them to have sex would be stay as they are – side by side. But if she achieved orgasm – which Ned wanted her to – that wasn’t going to happen and Issie would be woken anyway. But more than anything, if this night wasn’t going to be repeated, Ned wanted Amy to discover she could bring herself to orgasm during sex as a sort of whole of body experience. And Ned’s past told him that the best way for her to do that would be to go on top.

 

“You go on top.”

 

To get there they needed to create more separation from Issie, if only to give Amy somewhere for her leg; shuffling their bodies to the side in a way that made it hard to avoid thrusting deeper into Amy in the process. Then Ned rolled her on top.

 

“I want you to give yourself an orgasm up there. Play around with positions until you find one that works. If you can’t, I’ll finger you, but you’ve got such a wonderfully sensitive body I’m sure you can.”

 

Amy lifted herself up on her outstretched arms. Several time she started thrusting on his manhood or rubbing herself up and down on his pubis, each time stopping and repositioning herself and then starting again. Ned waited patiently; his hands either reassuringly wrapped around her butt or playing gently and intermittently with her nipples. Her breasts dangling over his face were an enormous temptation. But while he wanted to use them to provide some starting stimulation, he wanted her to be able to know she’d had more than another nipple orgasm this time.

 

After a number of false starts, Amy let out a little “oooohh” and started working more vigorously on him; a movement that gave Ned a pleasant degree of thrusting and a bit of rubbing as well. It was quickly obvious to Ned she’d found the right spot. Amy seemed to have a wide range of arousal sounds and she was using them all, her breathing becoming noticeably faster.

 

Only then did Ned really start to play with her breasts as well, lifting his head up to take one in his mouth while playing with the other with his fingers.

 

With the extra stimulation Amy started working faster on him, her rapid breathing turning into a none too quiet grunting, rising in pitch and tone as she clearly started to approach her climax. As her orgasm broke she let out a little squeal and then momentarily froze in place with her jaw hanging down in a closed eyed little “O” mouth before lying down on him, pushing herself hard and deep against him and humming until it was finished. Then she burst into laughter.

 

“What are you laughing at?”

 

“How good it feels and what an idiot I make of myself in the process.”

 

“It’s not an idiot, it’s delightful to see you enjoy yourself so much.”

 

The fact was, Amy’s displays had a wonderful effect on Ned and he was well aware of it. He knew he was no longer the sexual superman he might have imagined himself as being in the past. If a woman was taking too long to find her climax, he might be able to hold off his own, but that was often at the risk of a flagging erection; and sometimes a disappearing one.

 

He’d always known that a woman’s excitement was the best prophylactic against the withering of his own. Amy’s patent excitement – helped to no small extent by her youthful beauty – was giving his cock a sustainable fullness and hardness that he hadn’t really felt in a long time.

 

It was at that moment that Issie piped up.

 

“Can I feel it too?”

 

They both turned towards her.

 

Once again, she was lying on her side, her head propped up by an arm. Ned was too focused on Amy to have even have been thinking about her but could only imagine she’d been watching a fair bit of the show; wondering why Amy hadn’t spotted the fact she’d awoken. Or maybe she did and decided to ignore it. Without even asking Ned, Amy just rolled off him, letting his erection flop out of her and regain its normal line bisecting his lower stomach, like he was a toy being passed around.

 

Grinning at Amy, Issie straddled his thighs, held his erection up and without even changing condoms, brought herself down on him cowgirl style. In a way that answered one question. Ned felt an effortless penetration. Issie was significantly aroused before he’d even touched her, strongly suggesting she’d had quite a show.

 

Issie didn’t muck about. The description ‘cow girl style’ was never more appropriate. Ned got ridden, and ridden hard; Issie leaning back and bouncing up and down. Ned wasn’t quite sure what her point of stimulation was. Thinking she was leaning back to offer a space between her mons and his pubis for him to finger her, he went to do so, but his hand was intercepted and placed on her breast where he took the hint to play with her nipple.

 

Even so, Issie was taking longer too, her level of arousal being more difficult for Ned to read. He sensed he was starting to lose the full strength of his erection and he well knew that worrying about that would only exaggerate the problem. He started to think about Amy’s climax, or just focus on Issie’s youth, beauty and wobbling breasts to distract himself. Just in time it became clear Issie was about to go, the look on her face, rapid breathing and soft groaning all being clear indicators.

 

Finally she froze on him, looked skywards, clenched her thighs and breathed out a slow mournful moan as he felt her contraction pummel his manhood.

 

Ned was keen to finish before his arousal flagged. As soon as Issie had settled he rolled her over on her back and did his own bit of pounding to find a climax, collapsing spent down on her body afterwards.

 

Ned was in no hurry to finish things by getting off Issie. While his manhood retained some degree of firmness he was content to just lay there with his face into the pillow next to her head, enjoying the privileges he was being given with such young and nubile bodies. For some reason he had been given the reality of a geriatric wet dream and as far as he knew, once he got off it would be the equivalent of waking up and going back to his monastic existence. Issie extended her arm around the back of his neck seemingly reassuring him he could linger there.

 

But soon enough his manhood had made its own decision on the matter and was rapidly exiting Issie’s body whether Ned wanted that or not. He rolled off her, reaching down to pin the condom to him as he completed the final withdrawal.

 

Normally Ned was an early riser, as he knew was Amy. It was past his getting up time. Academically it was all very nice to think about the possibility of staying in bed and frolicking with the girls, but the reality was he didn’t know what that meant in practice. So he took the cowards way out of getting up, extracting himself the same awkward way he had the previous night. Then he sat on the bed next to Issie’s shoulders, effectively getting her to roll across into the space he’d just vacated.

 

The fact was he just wanted to spend a few more moments perving at the beautiful naked bodies laid out below him, but he needed to find some pretext of conversation to do that. Issie helped him, bringing her head onto his lap and circling his waist with her arms, justifying a few moments of contemplative silence. Ned responding with a hand on her head, running it through her hair.

 

Still, the moment approach when the silence became awkward.

 

“Would you guys like a fry up breakfast this morning?”

 

They both nodded their assent. Ned lingered a bit longer, then turned to start to get up when he was interrupted by Amy.

 

“Ned……….Would you take me into the markets and help me chose some new sexier clothes this morning?”

 

Her voice was hesitant. Ned winced at her use of “sexier”. It made him uncomfortable; like he was trying to corrupt her. He might have said ‘more flattering’. It also exposed last night’s discussion to Issie. Still, that was Amy’s choice on both counts.

 

“Yes, but do you really want to replace one guy telling you what to wear with another. In talking to you last night I wasn’t trying to change you, just give you a reading of the situation. And isn’t it a bit creepy having someone as old as me helping you choose clothing?”

 

“You won’t be telling me, I’ll make my own decisions. I just want a guy’s guidance on what suits me. Frank sort of trained me to dress how I did because he was jealous and didn’t want other guys admiring me. He used to slut shame me if I wore anything nice. It was training I forgot to leave behind when I left him. I want to break away from that and rediscover myself. To remember who I really was”

 

Then with a wicked grin she added…

 

“And I’ll be calling you grandad so no one will suspect anything!”

 

Ned laughed at the thought, stood up and without getting dressed, went up to make breakfast where he was soon joined by the two still naked girls.

 

It was as they were sitting around the table that Amy dropped the bombshell.

 

“Ned. We want to know if we can move into your room…. Or at least sleep there?”

 

Sitting across the table from him both girls were grinning like Cheshire cats. Ned’s manhood swelled a little just from them asking the question. He’d be stupid not to say yes, but it wasn’t a guilt free yes.

 

“That would be really nice.”

 

He hesitated a moment before continuing.

 

“Maybe I’m taking this too seriously, but I value your companionship as my crew. I don’t want anything to muck that up. I want you to know I’m under no illusion that I’m not too old for you. You’re entitled to, I’m not sure how to put this, be distracted by more age appropriate young studs.”

 

Ned was fumbling for a way of expressing himself.

 

“Look, the bottom line is, I know this doesn’t mean I own you; or really I should say that you’re committed to me. I’m not going to be looking for entertainment elsewhere – if you get my drift – but that doesn’t mean you can’t. All I’ve really asked for is that you don’t suddenly jump ship and leave me stranded; although even there I know you can be seduced away in the right circumstances.”

 

The girls were starting to giggle at the way Ned was getting flustered. Issie rescued him.

 

“We get it Ned. We’re allowed to have sleepovers. Don’t overthink it. You’ve looked after us – better than any other guy ever has. That counts for something, even if just for the time being. Don’t think us girls haven’t admired your body and talked about it from time to time just because it’s a bit old and saggy in places.”

 

Then she added with a wink –

 

“We have needs too. We’re just using you for sex until someone better comes along.”

 

Ned had one other thing he wanted to clear up.

 

“Don’t you girls mind the whole ‘me too’ process when there’s two of you. Should we deal with that any other way?”

 

Again the girls giggled.

 

“You’re overthinking it again Ned. We’re not going to draw up some weekly sex schedule if that’s what you mean. If one of us wants to take you the other can make up her own mind of whether she wants a turn too or just to roll over and ignore you both.”

 

“I’m not the young guy I once was. What if I don’t have the stamina to satisfy you both every time you ask?”

 

“You’ve got some pretty handy fingers. I’m sure they don’t go floppy, so there’s always an answer.”

 

By now Ned’s erection was touching the bottom of the table, not helped by the way the girls’ breasts had be wobbling as the giggled and carried on in response to his fumbling words. He was glad that, sitting opposite, they couldn’t see it.

 

Later that morning the three of them hit the markets. It turned out Issie was the one pushing Amy to always go briefer and more showy in her clothing selections; tiny little triangle bikinis, brief clingy shorts and deeply plunging tight fitting t shirts. Ned mostly just nodded his agreement when Amy flaunted herself out of the change room and asked him in front of a shop fully of people “Is this sexy enough grandad?”  Generally his only contribution was to suggest stuff with a less fussy pattern than Issie went for; because it suited Amy’s complexion better.

 

Once Ned even suggested a bikini went too far – since he thought it crossed the line from being sexy to overtly sexual - although he didn’t know how to say that to Amy. He settled for simply saying maybe it was “too brief”; although with Issie’s encouragement she bought it anyway.

 

As Amy exited the shop she dumped the box clothing she'd worn into town in the first bin she passed. Ned figured it was going to be an interesting trip ahead of them.

 

 

 

 

 


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