Unexpected Threesome Ch. 32

This doesn't. That might because the real animal pleasure of it is multifaceted. It's more than just physical - although there's no shortage of that. It just makes you feel so manly. It feeds the ego to know a woman loves you and has voluntarily offered her body like this for your enjoyment. It takes you back to the essence of sex; of stimulating you to the point of releasing your life giving seed while bonding you to the recipient. It's just so primitive and uninhibited.

And maybe, just maybe, that's why, against all expectations, I normally draw multiple orgasms from Ellen and Amy as I do this.

The ache of desire my shaft had felt from the time I first woke up this morning was certainly firing my passions. I looked down at Liddy to stir myself with a woman of extraordinary mature beauty. That beautiful smiling face looking up at me, those perfectly featured womanly breasts and nipples, of astounding proportions on one so slender, held my eye and boiled my desire as I thrust away at her.

Liddy's hands were on my bum, and even through the blur of my passion, I was acutely aware of any messages they were giving me. But the only message I could get from them was to go harder and faster.

The breasts were driving me crazy, even as I pumped away at her. I dived onto the right one, taking the top half into my mouth as my tongue flicked the nipple, then retreating enough to let me suck it vigorously. To keep pumping, that left me having to hump my back and drop my hips so that my shaft now came at her from a sightly low angle; heavily hitting the upper wall of her sex before raking along it as my shaft aligned itself for full penetration.

I'd stroked twice before Liddy suddenly came; wrapping her arms fully around my butt as she lifted her hips up tightly against me. As she cried out, I shortened my stroke; repeatedly hitting what must have been that sensitive spot on her front wall, all the time sucking her nipple. She held it there, swaying from side to side for about thirty seconds before she relaxed back down, the hands back on my butt fairly clearly telling me to pound her hard again.

Surrendering my mouthful of breast, I raised myself up again to stare down at them as I went for full length strokes.

Liddy was squeezing me firmly now, instead of just leaving me to slip in and out effortlessly. But still her hands said 'keep going'. It was feeling beautiful; the very pinnacle of the rampant manhood I'd been feeling since I'd woken up. And yet, for all its glorious feeling of fantastic sex, I still wasn't brewing up. There was a lot more to come before I came.

Again her breasts beckoned. Again I dived on them; this time sucking the left one for all it was worth And again I humped my back and dropped my hips to keep humping her.

It was on the fifth stroke she came this time. But as she raised her hips and swayed them, she also turned them upwards. Her intention may have been to let me bang away all the harder at what I assumed was her g spot, but it also caused the bottom of my hard working shaft to rake firmly along her tightened pelvic floor muscle. It was a provocation of a different dimension. In a few strokes I recognised my climax was on its way.

I was determined to make the best of it. I gave Liddy a few moments to get the best of her orgasm, then I dropped a bit more weight on her, pushing her back to the bunk. With my eyes transfixed on her breasts, my shaft performing long fast strokes in her now ever tightening sex and a running commentary of my bellowing grunts, I dumped my load; holding myself suspended over her as I felt my body empty my balls, then go back and clean them out of any leftover seed for another mind blowing dump.

It left me panting and spent; suspended over Liddy on my elbows and knees, unable to move or speak, although not insensitive to the jutting nipples I could feel on my chest. I made no attempt to withdraw the shaft that was reluctant to give up either its erection or the pleasurable feeling of being completely immersed in her sex.

Grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat who'd caught the mouse (double analogy intended), Liddy patted my thinning hair like a mother might pat a well behaved son.

"Oh wow Ned. Now I know what the girls are talking about. Do you know in the last fourteen hours I've had more orgasms than I've ever had in as many weeks of my life? And each one was better than anything I've had before. How do you do it?"

"I don't do it. You do."