Sailing Sisters

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.