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Vee Berth
by Tony Tiger (tonytigerxxx@yahoo.com)

***

Sailing is fun and sexy. This boat an crew prove the 
point over and over. (FFM, ws, swingers)

***

Author's note: This basic story was written earlier 
under the title "Sailing Sisters". That story developed 
differently than I had planned (stories do that) so have 
changed the perspective a bit.

A "vee berth" is the forward bed in the bow of many 
boats. Because of the hull shape it is somewhat 
triangular whence it gets its name. The 35 foot sailboat 
boat named "Vee Berth" was kept at a large lake near the 
town where the owners lived. The end of the lake near 
town was developed but the further parts abutted public 
lands which resulted in many coves and side-arms that 
were usually quite private. Weekends could be busy but 
weekdays found the lake almost deserted.

The crew of the sailboat included three lovely redheads. 
At the ripe young ages of 21, 19, and 18, the sisters 
were cast from the same mold. So similar in appearance 
you'd have thought they were triplets. Dark red hair 
kept short. Trim, well toned bodies with nice tans and 
no freckles. Firm b cup breasts and short russet crotch 
curlies. 

How do I know? I'm Tony and I have dated Sally, the 
oldest, for two years. Somewhat storm tossed years, but 
I'm not looking to abandon ship just yet. "Life is the 
voyage, not the destination", I have heard. Let me 
recount an outing so you know what I mean.

First some more background. These girls (actually young 
women but girls is shorter), had grown up on Vee Berth. 
More than that even. All were conceived in the vee berth 
of the sailboat, and strongly resembled their mother.
 
Their father worked a consulting job out of town much of 
the time. When he was home he had priority use of the 
boat and took their mother to it for some catch-up 
loving. The girls had use of it any other time since 
they were skilled sailors. I had been on many short and 
even overnight voyages with Sally, sometimes alone, but 
more often with one or more sisters who were frequently 
accompanied by a boyfriend. I was becoming a competent 
sailor myself.

The part I enjoyed the most though was anchoring. We 
would find an isolated cove and strip down for swimming, 
no matter how many were on board. Sometimes we had to 
wait our turn in the infamous vee berth if other couples 
were with us. Hey, boats are small, so the sounds of 
others fucking are easily heard and are a real turn on, 
not that I usually needed any additional stimulus!

These girls were double lusty - redheads & sailors. I'd 
seen both of my girlfriend's sisters with other guys 
pretty often even though they had "main squeezes". My 
girlfriend, Sally, had never promised to be monogamous 
and apparently the others hadn't either. I knew there 
had been outings when I couldn't make it so surely there 
had been other cocks "berthing at her vee", which was 
the double entendre in the boat's name. 

There was one previous long term boyfriend who moved 
away but was "welcomed aboard" Sally whenever he made 
the infrequent visit. Sally had made the point, before I 
was introduced to her "vee", that we each owned our own 
bodies and that's who decided how they were used. By now 
I wasn't jealous, just envious that I wasn't getting it 
at that particular time instead of whomever. Sally was 
damn fun in bed. I guess plenty of practice helps. And 
she was always actively involved with me, and I suppose 
whoever else, when she was fucking. Who could complain?

OK, back to the story. One memorable voyage was in early 
fall. The daytime and water were warm but the nights 
were turning cool. Perfect for playing during sunlight 
and sleeping on the boat. We had a full crew that 
Saturday. I was with Sally, and her sisters had their 
main beaus along. It was a long sail to the far end of 
the lake and to a hidden pool that took some skill 
getting the boat into which insured privacy. 

We set bow and stern anchors and broke out the beer as 
the rest of the clothes came off. We swam and read and 
just lazed around but us guys were puzzled when our 
suggestions to visit the vee berth were rebuffed with 
"Later". One hint that this was not like earlier cruises 
happened when we had to pee. Because we were going to be 
out the whole weekend we didn't want the holding tank to 
fill up too fast. 

Therefore everyone peed overboard. When a guy went to 
the rail to take a whiz, the nearest crew-girl jumped up 
to aim their "hose" away from the boat. And when a girl 
needed to drain, she asked the nearest guy to get some 
toilet paper, brace her as she put her butt out over the 
water, and then wipe her dry. 

We cooked steaks on the cockpit rail grill and enjoyed 
red wine with them. Swimming and hanging out on deck 
stopped at dusk when the mosquitoes came out so we went 
below and put the screens in the hatch. 

Sally, the captain, got everyone's attention. "The crew 
has special entertainment planned for this cruise. First 
of all, let's settle the initial bunking assignments. 
Let's start with Sara's bunkmate." We guys looked at 
each other with very puzzled expressions! Sally held out 
her hand with two slips of paper poking out. 

Sara drew one and read my name! We would get the dinette 
that converted to a bed only a bit wider than a regular 
single. Sally said, "That settles it. Bill (Sandy's 
date) is in the vee berth with me and Dale (Sara's 
boyfriend) gets the stern berth with Sandy."

I blurted out, "What the fuck is going on?" 

Sally grinned and answered, "Fucking is exactly what is 
going on. When us girls realized we had each fucked all 
of you, it seemed like a lot more fun to bring it out in 
the open. Besides, I'm the captain and what I say, 
goes!"

A loud male chorus, "WHAT??"

The Captain continued, "A long time ago we discovered 
that guys couldn't tell us apart in the dark. When 
you've been awakened for a piece in the middle of the 
night, it often wasn't the girl you'd fucked earlier. 
Then we'd go back to our original bed for the morning 
screwing." 

The guys looked at each other and burst out laughing. We 
had been "had" in more ways than one. As a team we 
grabbed the naked girl we had been "assigned" to, 
although we were less sure than before just who we were 
grabbing, and headed for the place we were supposed to 
get horizontal. With the cabin lights off there was 
still enough visibility with the moonlight through the 
ports to see a bit of the action in the other berths. 
Too warm for covers anyway.

I'm sure the other guys were comparing their current 
partner with their usual one just like I was. Sara 
kissed, felt, and fucked like her oldest sister. She, 
being the mind-reader women are, poked me in the ribs 
and hissed. "Pay attention to ME!" So I did and we both 
enjoyed it a lot.

An hour later things had quieted down below decks. With 
the synchrony that they often demonstrated, the girls 
changed bunks. As Sandy approached the small bed she 
bent over and licked the residue of my recent fuck from 
my cock, getting it firm in the process. As she slid in 
with me I could smell the love scents from her crotch. 
She rolled on top and kissed me so I tasted myself and 
Sara as she guided my erection into her silky sheath. 

I was REALLY hard now. A strange pussy filled with 
strange cum. Damn that was hot! She rode me expertly 
until I added my sperm to her new collection. That set 
her off and then she slumped beside me to sleep closely 
cuddled. 

A couple hours later I was awakened by Sandy climbing 
out and soon Sally, I think, climbing in. "Are you up 
for twice fucked pussy?" she whispered in my ear. I 
certainly was after that invitation so I got on top and 
dipped my dick in her sopping slit. As I thrust into her 
silky sheath, wild feelings and thoughts raced through 
my head. 

They must have been going through hers too as her hips 
met my mine in perfect synchrony. She moaned, "Gawd I 
love fucking... fill me... deeper... harder... feel all 
the cum in me... I want your cum too."

Of course the sounds of two other couples banging away 
close by made me have distracting thoughts about the 
other pussies I'd just fucked. They were getting reamed 
again, and that the other guys' dicks were stroking in 
my cum like I was in theirs. I couldn't believe the 
strength of my third climax of the night... it was the 
most powerful and it almost hurt. 

Sally screeched when she felt my blast, gripped my waist 
with her legs and just shook for a while. The other 
redheads were equally noisy and then teased each other 
about it in mild embarrassment.
 
Breakfast was subdued and a lot of coffee was brewed. 
The girls had to visit the head and clean their cracks 
of the seeping cum several times, finally giving up and 
sitting on a washrag. Everyone just hung out, reading, 
listening to music, or other quiet activity after a 
morning "bath" in the lake.

After lunch, the Captain put an air mattress on the 
foredeck and announced that she wanted to watch me get 
laid. She had never seen live sex even though she had 
done it herself a lot. The call for volunteers got two 
redheaded crew so a coin toss decided Sandy would be the 
"co-star". 

It took some extra persuasion to get my pecker into 
action mode, partly because of the situation and partly 
because I was well drained. But that was part of the 
show so we 69ed and I tasted four flavors of love juice 
well mixed. Finally Sandy got on top and slid down on my 
finally ready pole. She was really getting hot being the 
center of attention. 

When I felt my climax starting to rise she'd had several 
already. I rolled her over and slammed into her as I 
dumped my spunk deep in her well fucked hole. There was 
applause and squabbling over who would go next. It was a 
great afternoon watching everyone show off to the 
others.

As I enjoyed my wine after dinner I wondered how we 
would top last night, or would it be a repeat? The crew, 
as usual, had our onboard activities figured out. Sandy 
had determined that two threesomes could, with the 
rather tight quarters, be managed so there would be an 
MFM and a FMF. Realistically, only one round was planned 
for the evening and then another in the morning with the 
sleeping in between to be with your regular partner. As 
the Captain, Sally and I got to be the ones in the 
middle. With planning like that, I let the crew be in 
charge and just went along for the ride!

I had never imagined myself the plaything of two eager 
women, let alone two that looked like twins. What can 
you do in the confines of a small berth but go with the 
flow? I was first subjected to two mouths and four hands 
finding an amazing number of ways to stimulate zones I 
didn't even know were erogenous. Then I was forced to 
decide which of two equally cute pussies, poised right 
above my lips, to lick and suck. I just had to take 
turns. 

It got easier when one girl slid down my body and onto 
my anxious prick. It's damn difficult to concentrate on 
two things at once, especially when they are hot 
redheads. I settled for giving a great tongue lashing to 
one while the other kept herself busy enjoying my lower 
region. When they had both climaxed they switched places 
and I was ridden to my climax as well. OMG, life is 
sweet sometimes.

I'd lost track of who was where and it just didn't 
matter, did it? Every now and then I heard Sally moan or 
shriek in pleasure or orgasm only ten feet away which 
only inflamed me more. "How did these girls get so 
good?" was rhetorical. 

Sally had explained that they went on birth control at 
16, got good advice from their mother, and never looked 
back. Well almost, since they liked to hook up with good 
earlier lovers when circumstances were right. Besides 
the fun of variety, it also kept their main boyfriends 
more interested because of the sperm competition thing. 
When I finally got in the vee berth with Sally we just 
snuggled and slept the sleep of the fucked-out. 
  
In the morning after breakfast, Dale and I teamed up on 
Sandy while Bill was the focus for Sally and Sara. That 
kept us all busy until lunch. Then we pulled anchors and 
sailed back, only donning swim suits when another boat 
was sighted.

The next time we were together Sally explained that the 
weekend agenda had been proposed by Sandy, the most 
imaginative and adventuresome of the three. She had had 
considerably more boyfriends than even her older sister 
and had, for quite a while, dated and bedded two 
brothers, usually together. 

That desire for adventure helped explain one occurrence 
I didn't mention. Friday afternoon, at the anchorage, we 
were enjoying our beer and wine when I had to piss. 
Sandy joined me at the rail but, kneeling down, pulled 
my pecker towards her and directed my yellow stream over 
her tits and pussy. When I finished she kissed my piss 
hole and dived overboard to rinse. Everyone else hooted 
and hollered and she repeated with the other two guys.

We had all agreed that what happened on the boat stayed 
on the boat so I didn't expect to be banging sisters, 
even in the middle of the night, now that the secret was 
out. But you never know what will happen if you are 
involved with sexy redheads. I didn't expect the meeting 
with her mom that Sally invited me to. 

We sat in the sailboat cockpit with some drinks and 
Sally got to the point. "Mom is 43 and far from 'dead'. 
You know that Dad is away a lot, and even more lately. 
She is as horny as you have discovered her daughters 
are. Like us, she did a lot of 'test drives' before 
deciding to marry Dad. He understands her needs quite 
well and is ok with her having a 'fuck buddy'. The last 
one moved away recently and she wondered if you might be 
interested in two or three romps a week?" 

Mom spoke up, "I asked because you have dated Sally 
longer than anyone and I am impressed with your 
maturity... and I like you." 

Sally took over again, "My work hours are changing to 
evenings so you could be with Mom earlier and be waiting 
when I got home. I know your capabilities quite well so 
there will be plenty left for me."

What is a gentleman to do? Insult your girlfriend and 
her attractive mother by refusing such a heartfelt 
request? I'm not crazy so I simply said, "When does this 
start?" Mom stood up, took my hand, and led me to the 
vee berth, saying, "Why not now?" 

Sally called out as she left, "See you later at the 
house!"

My god, was she something! She only got more attractive 
with each item of clothing she shed. The same size and 
coloring as her daughters, she wore her hair a bit 
longer. After three children her breasts were noticeably 
fuller and had an attractive hang with somewhat upturned 
nipples. There was a rounded but not protruding belly 
above a luxurious dark red thatch which framed some 
protruding inner labia that begged to be sucked. 

She finished revealing her goodies and was impatiently 
waiting for the very distracted me to show what her 
daughter had described to her. I'm decently endowed with 
a thick seven incher which she began devouring when I 
popped it loose.

We climbed in the berth where I'd shagged her daughter 
many times. Mom opened the gates of heaven and guided me 
into her paradise, hissing, "I don't need foreplay. It's 
been a whole week." 

I knew her husband had been gone this time for twice 
that long. Damn she was hot stuff. I worked at holding 
back in spite of how surprisingly tight she was. 
Grinding my pubic bone on her clit I got a noisy 
vigorous climax from her before I blasted my seed into 
the very place my girlfriend had birthed from...and 
while in the very bed where she was conceived. 

Mom smiled at me and said, "I know what you are 
thinking. This berth is a special place and that's 
exactly why we are here now. You are the first of my 
daughters' lovers I have ever bedded and I think I made 
a good decision. Let's try some of the foreplay we 
skipped. I want more of your sperm in my husband's 
favorite playpen." 

Later, in bed with Sally, I performed quite well as she 
quizzed me about my experience with a certain older 
woman. It really turned her on, which I didn't mind one 
bit! I've heard that if you want to see how a potential 
wife will turn out look at her mother. I was ready to 
marry Sally right now on just that basis alone without 
even considering that I'd probably keep having access to 
the other three household redheads from then on too.

That was a key decision point in my life. Mom and I 
would fuck when Dad was gone, and especially when Sally 
was getting her cunt filled by an old boyfriend. She 
loved my younger cock, the likes of which she hadn't had 
since dating her husband. We even knocked off a quickie 
now and then when Dad was in town. It was cool to mix my 
sperm in with the ones that had made my girl. 

There were many other sailing daytrips, overnights, and 
weekends. Sandra and Sara were still sampling the waters 
so I got to see all three sisters banging a variety of 
guys and then slide into them for seconds or thirds. 
That vee berth got plenty of action. Dad still took Mom 
out on overnights and Sally and I joined them once. It 
was incredibly erotic hearing them going at it in the 
vee berth when we were nearby doing the same thing. 

Sally once drunkenly admitted that she occasionally 
fantasized about my pecker being her father's after mine 
had just been in her Mom. She'd hoped that some of Dad's 
sperm got transferred to her via my cock. I told her I'd 
try to do that and she had an explosive climax.

Sandy arranged a special boat trip one afternoon after 
describing the planned activities. Sally was called to 
work at the last minute so it was two couples and me on 
board. We anchored back in a remote cove and skinny-
dipped as usual. Some fishermen happened upon us and the 
two naked girls waved to them while standing at the 
rail. When the curious fisherman approached, three nude 
guys appeared and they motored away quickly. 

We had lots of beer and iced tea on board and Sandy soon 
had us pissing all over each other. She was the wild 
one, sucking each cock clean after it ran out of juice 
or after a girl pissed on it. Her boyfriend was no 
stranger to her pee play and opened his mouth in front 
of each sisters' pussy as she pissed. Sandy deep kissed 
him after each time but none of the rest of us was that 
brave.

The vee berth didn't see any action that day. We were 
out in the cockpit as Sandy climaxed when each guy or 
girl peed on her clit. We guys each pumped a load of cum 
in each girl and rinsed her cunt with pee after 
withdrawing. The crew and the cockpit were a mess when 
we finished our liquid orgy so we jumped in the lake and 
drew buckets to rinse off the boat before we headed for 
the dock. Sally was very curious that night so I showed 
her some of what we did and she agreed to try it with 
the group next time.

I asked Sally to marry me in front of her parents at 
dinner soon after. She agreed but only if "sexual 
exclusivity" was not part of the deal. 

"For me either!" I retorted and we kissed to seal the 
pact.

END

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