Chapter 1

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 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 beyond Sally!

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 we 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 “make sure we didn’t hit the hull”. 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 I thought briefly about the other guys’ dicks stroking in my cum like I was in theirs. I couldn’t believe the strength of my third climax of the night ... it was so 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 so well drained. But that was part of the show so we 69ed and I tasted four flavors of love juice well mixed – three guys plus her own. 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.