I have lived in California most of my life. Now I live on my sailboat in Greece and Turkey. It’s 44 feet, strong aluminum hull. I had it custom built as a sort of midlife crisis before I stopped working 10 years ago. After a life of boardroom meetings, lots of frequent-flier miles and high blood pressure, I sold the house, trashed the suits and moved onto the boat that I named “Comfortably Numb”.

For those of you from another planet, it’s the name of a Pink Floyd number from ‘The Wall’ that features some awesome guitar work by David Gilmour and references to recreational drugs. I figured that in the US I’d be stopped daily by overeager Coasties picking up on the insinuation. In the Aegean, I’m safe: first nobody knows what it means and when they do, there’s no connection.

The Coast Guard here spend most of their time intercepting floating contraptions of varying degrees of seaworthiness carrying somber men who have given their life savings and more to a smuggler to bring them into the EU. In the 10 years that I’ve been here, I’ve never been stopped and asked for my papers. I’m just happy to sail from one safe harbor to another and hang out with other social pariahs called cruisers.

The day consists of sleeping late, maybe going into town to do some shopping. The nice thing about a boat is that there just a finite amount of room, so you don’t tend to shop for things, just food and, especially, drink. Boat chores get done in the morning before it gets hot. After lunch, some reading, maybe writing, going for a swim. The downside is that, unless there’s a female crew, the physical aspect of this cruising life is pretty sad. Some of my fellow sailors shop for crew on the Internet and some have found great first mates. But the women are inevitably either looking for an escape from some third world quagmire or for a Daddy Big Bucks to tap. You often see expensive yachts skippered by men older than I am with gorgeous young babes that are not their grand daughters. You do become exponentially more desirable as your bank balance increases. Sigh, life can be so cruel.

Little did I know that the serious deficit in my sexual gratification account was about to get a huge infusion.

I have family in France that I try to visit at least once a year. I have no brothers or sisters. Two cousins in the US and two in France are all there is. My French cousins each have two children, a girl and a boy each. The cousin that I stay with has a 28-year old son and a daughter that just turned 21. I have watched the kids grow up and been part of each going through the hormonal attacks associated with pubescence. The French tend to be pretty liberal and her parents had told Claire, the daughter, that they assumed she would be having sex, but that she should not ruin her life by getting pregnant before she was settled. Claire had had a boyfriend when she was 19 who would sleep with her at both parents’ houses. A degree of pragmatism that was sure not the norm in the US when I grew up!

I learned French from my mother when I was small and these visits are an opportunity to brush up on it.

Last winter I did my usual visiting and Claire asked me if she could join me on the boat maybe with a friend. I told her that would be fine and filed the question in the verbal bone pile. Many people say they’d love to come out, but in the end it’s too different from their milquetoast daily existence and they opt for Disneyworld or a cottage on Cape Cod. In March I got an email from Claire asking if the offer still stood and, if so, she’d have to try to find a week that she and her friend, whom she still hadn’t identified, could both take off. It would probably be the end of May, would that work? I replied that that would be fine. Just don’t bring somebody who drinks a lot and gets rowdy. I had visions of a drunken testosterone-driven male proving his masculinity on my boat. That exchange also joined the communication trash heap.

A month later there was an email from Claire that she and Fabienne would be joining me on a given date at the end of May. Fabienne? French men have names like Marie and Dominique, but I’d never heard of a male Fabienne. Claire is a Facebook freak and isn’t too communicative via email. I emailed her mother, Denise, and asked about Fabienne.

Fabienne had grown up with Claire. When her father became a successful businessman, they moved from the neighborhood of semi-detached houses into a big house at the edge of town. Surprised I had never met her, Denise said. She attached a picture of Fabienne. I have always joked about inviting Claudia Schiffer to join me. Since I’m not delusional, I was never surprised that she did not accept my offer. Ditto Adriana Lima. OK, maybe I am delusional. But the girl in the picture was Claudia, Adriana and others I can’t think of rolled into one. And she was fully dressed, wearing a mile-wide smile.

I fall in love very easily (or is it lust?), but this was almost scary. I had visions of Fabienne walking around in a string bikini or better and my being unable to walk around at all for fear of making my interest obvious. Sometimes being a guy is problem. We rarely stand in bathroom lines, but we can’t fake an orgasm, nor can we hide being excited – or not. I got excited just looking at the picture and considering the possibilities. So not some pimply adolescent male, but an absolutely gorgeous dark blonde slender young woman. Claudia is attractive in a subdued way, has a bit of the big hips and smallish breasts of her mothers side of the family. She is sweet but she is also family and, as much as I love sex, there’s a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Well, maybe. She was not only over 16 but over 21. Old enough to make decisions for herself. Then I went off fantasizing about fondling my cousin’s probably very cute bosoms. Good grief, Fred, get a life!

I thanked Denise for the picture and said that Fabienne looked sweet. On the day that they were scheduled to arrive I rented a car to drive to the airport to pick them up. Everybody hugged and did bises (it’s a Euro-thing, especially with the French). It was hard to maintain my composure; here I was with two totally awesome babes one of whom wasn’t even related.

A small boat is no place to be if you are modest or value your privacy. My boat has a forward cabin where I live and an aft cabin where any guest(s) live. Each has a queen bed and it’s own head (toilet) and shower. When it’s hot – all summer in the Aegean - I generally shower on the aft deck where there’s a cold water shower. I do it at dusk or later if there are people I don’t know in view as showering is one of the things I do without clothes on.

By the time we got back to the boat from the airport it was after 11PM, way past my bed time. The girls were tired from their protracted flights – they had missed a connection or they would have arrived before dinner time. I showed them to their quarters, they closed the door and I didn’t see or hear from them until the next morning.

I’m an early riser and I was on the computer by 0530. The PC is on the nav table is right outside the guest cabin and I could hear the sound of soft snoring. A good thing, restless sleepers don’t snore (I think). I expected them to sleep really late to get over their jet and anticipation lag. They didn’t disappoint.

Around 1000 the guest cabin door opened and a sleepy-eyed Claire wandered into the saloon, the boat equivalent of living room. She had on a sort of shirt that I refer to as an Emanuelle shirt: long enough to cover her butt, but sleeveless with huge sleeve holes. I could see her perky little tits through the openings. Her pink breasts were conical, very pointy with long small nipples that seemed to be rock hard. It was a bit chilly, I made a note to keep the hatches open at night. I tried very hard not to stare. I just had shorts on, really a sort of bathing suit with no underwear, a poor wardrobe selection for the occasion. I could feel my cock slowly harden and there wasn’t too much I could do about it but try to move my ass back a bit to avoid being obvious.

Claire asked me to show her where the coffee was. Dilemma! I pointed to the cabinet trying to get her to look that way as I quickly rose attempting to hide what had slowly continued to rise. I think she saw my problem but gave no indication that she did. I got the coffee out and proceeded to make myself unobtrusive. Claire casually moved around in the galley frequently giving me glimpses of her breasts. Her nipples seemed to have grown even longer and I was rock hard. This was pretty much on target to fulfill my fantasy, but I felt seriously guilty about lusting after my cousin. I think I did a pretty good job of nonchalantly chit-chatting while catching great views of her young titties. Sunglasses would have been nice to be unnoticed.

Claire had said that Fabienne would get up in a half hour or so and we filled the time chatting about our lives. Then Fabienne came out in an ordinary long t-shirt, looked my way, gave me a huge smile.

“Good morning, Captain Fred,” she said.

“Morning, Fabienne, how did you sleep?” I asked.

“It was wonderful, I heard nothing until my roommate decided to rise,” she replied giving Claire a nod.

Then she walked over to Claire and said, “Good morning, cutie, how’d you sleep?” and gave her a little kiss on the lips.

“Like a log,” Claire replied.

“How about some coffee?” I asked Fabienne.

“Sounds great.”

“How come you made me make my own?” Claire asked innocently.

I was clearly outclassed.

“Because you’re family,” I said and because my hard-on was embarrassing me, I thought. Claire gave me this look that said ‘I know what you’re up to, you dirty old man!’ or maybe that was just my guilty conscience imagining things. I poured all three of us coffee and we sat around the saloon table, Fabienne maybe a little closer Claire than she needed to be. You’re making it up, Fred, I thought.

We discussed our itinerary for the week. I had set up a cruise that would hit a few Turkish ports and a terminally cute Greek island. When you are checked into one country you’re not supposed to go to another without checking out and checking into the other. But most of us, if we were checked into Turkey, would dash over to Greece for alcohol and pork, both difficult or expensive to get in Turkey. The Greeks look the other way, it is after all, money for nothing.

We were in Turkey and Greece would be our first stop. The island was only 10 miles offshore, less than two hours. The Turkish and Greek Coast guards do look for people-smugglers and as we left the Turkish port and headed for the Greek island, a Turkish CG cutter was nearby. Since I had not even added my crew to my official crew list that is part of the transit log, sort of a boating permit, I felt very uncomfortable with the Turkish official boat nearby. We did a bit of meaningless tacking to see what they would do. Eventually they headed off and we turned and aimed for our destination.

When the official boat was gone, both my crew members went below and came back up in very tiny string bikinis. Fabienne had round breasts that spilled out of her small bikini top on all sides. They bounced as she walked.

“Whoa,” was the best I could muster.

“What?” Claire asked.

“Nice suits, I’m not used to having bikini babes aboard,” I replied.

“Get used to it, Captain Fred,” Fabienne said with a smile.

“This is going to be harder than I thought,” I said, “I’m not so sure my cardiologist would approve.”

“Maybe we can help strengthen your heart a bit, Fred,” Fabienne added.

My heart is fine, but my pulse which normally runs in the mid 50’s was at exercise level. Now why didn’t I load up on Viagra, the devil in me said? Stop dreaming, my rational side said.

“I’d look forward to that,” I said, giving them the best smile I could.

The wind was almost non-existent and we motored. The girls grabbed a couple of beach towels to do some sunbathing.

“Would you be embarrassed if we worked on our overall tan?” Claire asked.

“All French beaches that I know have at least topless bathing, my boat is French-built and you are French. Mi casa, su casa. But forgive me if I stare,” I replied.

“We’d be insulted if you didn’t!” Fabienne exclaimed. I felt my crotch warming up again.

Under these conditions I would normally set the boat on autopilot and do some chores, casting an occasional look around to be sure there was no traffic nearby. But this seemed like a time to sit at the helm where there was a clear view of the entire boat, especially the foredeck.

The girls headed for the foredeck and each proceeded to remove the others top. Then they each removed their own bottom. Claire’s bikini bottom didn’t conceal much, but to my surprise her pussy was totally shaved and she had a small tattoo near her slit. I couldn’t make out what it was and binoculars would definitely be inappropriate. Fabienne’s breasts could only be described as luscious. They were fairly large, round and firm. She had medium sized nipples but quite large areolas. I could almost taste those globes. Her pubic area was very bushy leaving no question that she was a natural blonde.

Claire was on her stomach and Fabienne started rubbing suntan lotion on her back working her way down. I was mesmerized. When she reached Claire’s buttocks, Claire, instinctively it seems, spread her legs just a little and I discerned a slight moan when Fabienne rubbed between her legs. When her back was thoroughly greased, Claire turned over and I waited in fascination. Fabienne slowly massaged Claire’s perky breasts pulling lightly on the nipples, going from one to the other, then back again. Claire’s nipples stood at attention. I love pointy nipples. The morning kiss on the lips wasn’t just French friendliness, there was clearly a little more intimacy behind it. When Fabienne reached Claire’s slit, she rubbed the area around it, but from my vantage point I couldn’t see if she focused on the sweet spot. She did seem to spend a lot more time in this position than suntan lotion would warrant. Claire moaned again and bucked a little. Fabienne stopped and looked my way to see if I was watching. I sheepishly looked away too late. I saw Fabienne smile and return to her task at hand. Claire moaned again. I sighed. What should I do? When in doubt, do nothing.

When Claire had been thoroughly greased up, they traded tasks. Claire, whom I assumed to be pretty turned on by now, started rubbing Fabienne’s back. When she reached her buttocks, Fabienne spread her legs a bit. Claire kept rubbing around her butt and then, to my surprise, slowly pushed her index finger into Fabienne’s butt-hole and started to rotate and slide in and out. Fabienne moaned loud enough so I could hear at the helm. Claire then looked back at me – I couldn’t take my eyes off them. She gave me a little wink and a smile that I optimistically interpreted as ‘later for you’.

After a minute or two that seemed an eternity, she worked her way down to Fabienne’s feet and rubbed them for quite a while. Then she gently helped Fabienne turn over. Fabienne’s delicious young breasts stayed firm. Claire was rubbing them with lotion and also alternating sucking each nipple. The large areolas contracted a little as the nipples firmed. Nobody was pretending to be modest at this point but me. I was dying to squeeze those delightful big tits and suck on the nipples. And it was looking very promising.

Claire worked her way down to Fabienne’s large pubic patch. No fear of sunburn here, I thought. Fabienne reached down and guided Claire’s hand. Claire started to slowly rub Fabienne’s pussy. As hard as I squinted, I couldn’t see exactly what what happening, but Fabienne was clearly enjoying it. A good time to change my vantage point slightly. Claire appeared to be moving more rapidly. Minutes passed. Claire rubbed in circular motions alternating entering her friend’s pussy. Fabienne moaned louder and louder, Claire moved more rapidly until suddenly Fabienne let out a gasp and writhed wildly. I could hear her say ”Don’t stop, Claire, please don’t stop. Ooohhh” and she slowly relaxed.

I was still stunned and having difficulty refraining from taking out my rock hard dick and giving it much needed relief. I couldn’t believe that my sweet little Claire, for whom I had brought back ‘La Bahrbie’ doll from America, had just done her beautiful friend. But Barbie was years ago. The question was ‘how do I become Ken?’

Fabienne sat up. Her face was flushed and dripping. She looked back at me and waved. I waved back.

“You OK?” I asked.

“Haven’t felt better in a long time,” she replied, “but how about you?”

“I know this may surprise you, but I could have sworn that one of my fantasies just came true. So why don’t I feel great?”

“We’ll have to discuss therapy,” Claire said.

“I’m your patient, I put myself in your capable hands, doctor,” I said.

“I can’t believe what a letch your uncle is,” Fabienne said to Claire.

“I’m shocked as well. He had always seemed so .. civilized.”

They stood up and walked back to the cockpit stark naked. I couldn’t help watch Fabienne’s beautiful tits gently bounce as she carefully walked. I had warned them that sailboats are full of bits that quietly await to stub your toes or scrape something. They sat down in the cockpit.

Fabienne said, “We seem to have a problem.”

“Problem, problem? All I see are opportunities!” I replied.

“The problem is we are out of sync. Either you have to get naked or we have to get dressed. Shall we discuss the pros and cons?” Fabienne smiled.

“I think I can settle this quickly,” I asserted, pulling down my shorts.

“Oh, my, look at that,” Claire said reaching over and momentarily holding my cock.

“It looks as though Captain Fred has a problem.”

“As I said, I place myself in your hands,” I said.

“Oh no, I don’t think so. You think we’re easy?” Claire said.

“Assuming you haven’t been playing with yourself, I’m probably closer to cumming than you. And Fabienne, that dirty girl, already made a mess on my hands”. I couldn’t believe my little Claire was talking like this. A drop formed on the end of my dick. Claire saw it, too.

“Don’t try any funny tricks, Fred, I’m next and that’s all there is to it. And you will now prove that you can be more than just a peeping Tom. And when I’m totally satisfied, only then will you be allowed to suck my friends delicious titties. I know you’ve been ogling them, you dirty old man.”

She looked at the island in the distance.

“How long before we get there?”

I was sort of awakened from a trance and remembered that the drone I was hearing was our engine pushing us toward our destination at 6 knots. I looked at the GPS display.

“We have another hour or so before we have to start paying close attention,” I said.

“That’ll never do,” Fabienne said, “how about you shut that noisy thing off and we do some drifting? Seas are flat calm and the sun is out. We can play, go for a swim and still arrive in time for a late lunch.

Then we can play again, swim and have dinner. Then play...”

“Stop, you pervert!” Claire interjected, “Can’t you see Fred is an older man who needs his rest. When we get done with him, it may take days for him to recover! Geez, you horny bitch.”

I got up and killed the motor. The silence was deafening. The boat slowly coasted to a stop. The autopilot alarm went off telling me it couldn’t hold the course. Not a surprise without the engine. I took us off autopilot and sat down again.

“OK,” I said, “the older man thing really hurt! Last year a middle aged man in Istanbul got up to offer me his seat on a full train. Nice, polite, but I did find it deeply painful. I might be able to get it up more than once in a lunar cycle. Why don’t we find out, huh, huh, huh?”

“Wait till I tell my mother,” Claire laughed.

She reached over again and grabbed my rod, still at full attention.

“That will feel nice in our pussies! I can’t wait, but you will have to,” she gave me a shitty grin, wet her index finger and swirled it around the head of my cock. I squinted and moaned lightly.

Fabienne had been sitting back enjoying the exchange. She suddenly sat up and said “Enough small talk, we need some action!”

She pushed Claire so that she was on her back on the cockpit cushion, looked at me and said “Fred, it’s time for your early lunch, Claire is serving.”

She pulled Claire’s legs apart and moved away. I knelt and slowly began to work Claire’s body with my mouth. I spent minutes on those luscious pointy titties. I could almost take an entire one in my mouth. I flicked the hard nipple with my tongue and Claire reacted strongly. She moaned a bit and wriggled. I worked my way down to her stomach and spent a long time teasing around her slit, sucked the outer lips and lightly flicked my tongue over her clit, then between her lips into her little hole. I couldn’t believe how wet she was! The tattoo was a little bird of paradise. Seemed appropriate. I kept working her clit and pussy while squeezing her sweet titties. Suddenly I felt something between my knees. Fabienne was on her back and had taken my cock into her mouth. That was not going to last long! I started to furiously lick and suck Claire’s pussy in response to the stimulation. Claire moaned louder, she was getting close. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her pussy.

“Please, Fred, suck on my clit, yes, like that. Put two fingers into my little cunt and rub up. Go, go , goooo, god,” she gasped as I could taste her sweet juices that had started to flow profusely. She moaned and shook and called my name. As she came she screamed so loud I worried that I’d hurt her. I hesitated.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” she cried, “till I tell you. Ohhhh.”

At this point I was so excited that I couldn’t bear it any more. Fabienne had been sliding up and down on my cock and was gently squeezing my balls. I could feel her touching my butt- hole and that was too much. I cried out and shot my load into Fabienne’s mouth. She knew exactly when to slow down to avoid it getting uncomfortable. I kept squeezing more cum and she continued to gently suck and play with my balls. After getting the all clear from Claire, I collapsed.

“Goodness, what’d you do that for?” I asked Fabienne.

“Wasn’t it obvious? Now that you’ve warmed Claire up, she needs to be properly fucked. Unless that dick of yours was milked first, you wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute. Claire’s pussy’s pretty tight – mine also, by the way, I know you’d be too polite to ask – so she would have gotten you to cum much too fast for her to, as I said, be properly fucked.”

My head was spinning. Not only had I never been with two girls at once, but I’d never met a single one who was this lecherous.

“Oops, missed some,” Fabienne said, taking my now fairly limp dick in her mouth to suck a last drop off its head. “I got my protein snack and you taste pretty good for an older guy. You don’t eat that much meat I guess, your cum is not very salty, almost sweet. Did you know that?” Bewildered, I shook my head.

“Did you notice that Claire’s juices really start to flow when she gets excited, but she does have a sweetish taste. I’m thinking cranberry. What did you think?”

“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t thinking gourmet at the time. That was as close to a delirious high as I’ve been!”

“Ah, and we’ve only just begun,” Fabienne said, giving my cock a little tug. Nothing happened.

“Nothing happened,” Fabienne, who had clearly taken command of the scenario, said, looking at my limp member.

“I know exactly how we will revive the dead,” she smirked.

“Now you lie down on the cushion,” and she guided me to the settee.

“Anybody coming?” I asked looking around. The French for cumming and coming is similar to the English.

“Don’t tempt me,” Fabienne said.

Once I was prone, Fabienne moved so that her pussy was a few inches over my mouth. That didn’t take a written invitation. I reached up and with my hands parted her lush bush. Her long protruding pussy lips were now visible. I took each between my lips and rolled them in my mouth. Then I parted the lips and reached inside with my tongue. I gently rubbed her very swollen clit. That got a big reaction. I could feel my dick starting to rise.

“Keep working on my clit, I doubt that I’ll go longer than five minutes before my pussy drowns you. Aghh. More. More, but not rough. Reach up and squeeze my breasts, they are dying for some attention.”

I’m not an acrobat, but I’m still pretty nimble. She leaned back some so I could see what I was doing and I squeezed her breasts. They were firm, yet soft to squeeze. Now her nipples were hard. I gently pinched her nipples and she moaned.

“Don’t stop with your tongue,” she said when I had apparently gotten mesmerized by her tits. My dick was back up to full strength. Suddenly it was pushing against the entrance of a warm very tight pussy. Claire had decided that I was ready. She held my cock and gently positioned it at the entrance to her love canal. Then she lowered herself. I could hear a slight sloshing sound as my cock went deep into her lovely pussy. I moaned. Fabienne moaned as Claire reached around and put her hands between mine and Fabienne’s breasts. It was a good thing that Fabienne had got me off earlier. She was right, Uncle Fred doesn’t have that much staying power.

We settled into a rhythm. Claire set her pace not worrying that I would have an early climax. I couldn’t wait for Fabienne to live up to her threat of drowning me. Claire knew just how to work Fabienne’s breasts. Then she reached down and started fondling Fabienne’s buttocks and gently inserted a finger, then two into Fabienne’s butt-hole Fabienne startled. Being stimulated from both sides was too much. Less than a minute later she started to shake, her juices really did pour down. I’ve never actually swallowed a girls love juice before, but I couldn’t stop. It was just so erotic to be with two lovely naked nymphets that I wanted to take in as much from each as I could.

Fabienne slowly moved off me and now I could see Claire moving up and down on my cock. Fabienne moved her mouth near my ear and licked.

“You need to work on her titties, she loves that,” and she moved behind Claire and squeezed her breasts. Then she took my hands and placed them on Claire’s delicious little titties. I squeezed them and pulled on the long nipples again. Fabienne went below and came back a few moments later with something in her hand. She came over to me, gave me a deep kiss, flicking her tongue around my mouth and then whispered in my ear “Now watch this”.

She moved behind Claire, reached down and slowly inserted the butt plug into Claire. Claire cried out and moaned, then increased her motions till she was pounding up and down on my cock. She stopped, jumped off me and lay down on the other settee.

“Get on top, bury you cock deep inside me and lets try to cum together. I am very close! Talk dirty to me, I love that.”

I complied and positioned us so I got maximum penetration.

“Claire, you have the sweetest pussy I have ever fucked. My cock is just totally squeezed by those sweet lips. In about a minute you’ll feel my hot cum shoot into your pussy. Then I’ll suck those delicious little titties of yours as if they had milk and I was a baby.”

“More about milk...”

“I can almost taste your sweet tittie milk flow onto my lips. I squeeze your little milk sacs and more drips out. It’s sweet and runny. I can’t get..”

She screamed and started to buck wildly. I kissed her. She was breathing very rapidly. She reached down and grabbed my balls. She started squeezing.

“Now, Fred, now. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Cum inside me. Do it now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ohhh,” she squeezed and bucked. Fabienne had another butt plug in her hand and pushed it in me. That was about all I needed. I exploded. It seemed hard to believe that, after Fabienne’s blow job milked me dry, I was still able to produce some output. Sometimes I amaze myself.

I collapsed on the cockpit floor, Claire closed her eyes and we both savored the moment. Fabienne was the only one fully lucid. She had occasionally looked around to ensure that we were not on a collision course with any other boat.

“We got company,” she told me.

I jumped up and saw a charter sailboat a quarter mile away heading in our direction. You can always recognize a charter boat, too many people for the size of the boat. This one had a German crew according to the burgee on the port spreader.

“German men bonding without their wives,” I said.

“I’ll give ‘em a show,” Fabienne said, walking fully naked to the foredeck and sitting with her legs parted so that the fellows heading our way had a good view.

“Is she always like this?” I asked Claire.

“I have no idea, this is all new to me.”

“Don’t tell me you and she have never been intimate,” I said.

“Oh, definitely. We’re both into boys, but occasionally it’s fun to do it with a girl you really like. There’s never a fear of failure with a girl. We have sweet lips – I know, stereotype, but true. It’s just much less stressful than with guys.”

“Were you stressed here?” I asked.

“Absolutely not. I’ve never done a threesome, I think Fabienne has, but she’s much more of a slut than I am,” she laughed.

I reached over and held Claire tight. She stroked my back.

“You have no clue how I’m feeling, this is like I’m on another planet,” I said.

“Oh, you’re wrong, I know how you feel and I’m really happy.”

“Did you and Fabienne plan this?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“Wow, little Claire. Sweet Claire,” I cupped her breast and kissed the other.

“Will you survive a week of this?” Claire asked.

“If I don’t, I can’t think of a nicer way to go!” I laughed.

“You need to spend time with Fabienne. She is incredibly horny and she thinks you are gorgeous.”

“She thinks I’m gorgeous? She really said gorgeous? I don’t think anybody’s ever called me that before,” I said with a grin.

“Well, you are pretty cool, the boat thing and all. And I know she got excited when she saw this,” Claire said grabbing my once-again hard cock. She gently stroked it.

“I am so relaxed with you, I don’t feel as though I have to prove anything,” she said.

There were cheers from the German boat as they waved to Fabienne. After the boat passed there were no others around. Fabienne came back into the cockpit with a smile.

“Men are just so easy,” she said.

“Uhh, let’s not generalize and you are not exactly your average 21-year old,” I replied.

“Talk to me about me,” Fabienne said.

“Why don’t we spend a little quality time in the water to cool off first,” I said.

“Right here in the middle of the ocean?” Claire asked.

“Yep, the water is like a millpond and it’s a sea, not an ocean.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Whatever.”

I have these foam noodles that you can sit on or hold for flotation. I showed Fabienne how to hold one between her legs so that each end just broke the surface, one in front and one behind her. I did the same and then we floated so that we faced each other. Our hands were free to explore and grope and we could talk at ease. Claire stayed in the water for a minute or two and went back aboard to stand watch.

Fabienne reached down and cupped my balls, squeezing slightly. She asked if these were still operational. I laughed and said that cold water made for fast recovery. My cock was rigid again. I wondered if walking would be problem tomorrow.

I reached over to Fabienne and kissed her on the lips.

“Fabienne, you are the most beautiful and exciting woman I have ever met,” I said.

“I’m glad you like me, but you don’t have to overdo.”

“Oh, I’m not exaggerating. Your body is perfect and you’re a wild combination of devil and angel. The only thing I regret is that I’m so old.”

“I’ll focus on the devil in me and see if I can make you feel younger. Do you think you can put that woody of yours somewhere where it will do some good? I’ve never been fucked in the sea before,” she said.

The women I know don’t talk like that. Maybe I can give lessons.

“Here’s what we try,” I said, “Lets move the noodles so that each runs under our armpits on each side, like parallel bars. We’ll have flotation and our lower bodies will be free.”

We moved the noodles and the arrangement proved to be stable. She slid her legs around me over my hips and lowered herself onto my cock.

“Salt water might not feel too good,” I suggested.

“Your tool will more than compensate,” she said.

“Where have you been all my life?” I asked, gently fondling the breasts that I hadn’t spent anywhere near enough time on.

She started to slowly move her pelvis.

“This is wonderful, try to flex your dick a little,” she said squeezing her pussy.

She kissed me and darted her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues played games. I squeezed her breasts and tugged on her hard nipples.

She said “I don’t think I’ll cum this way, but it sure is a nice way to spend time.”

“There is no doubt that I will cum, but I really want to do this right. Let’s get back aboard.”

“You’re the captain. But wait just a minute or two more,” she continued to kiss me and to play with my balls.

We got back aboard and rinsed with the freshwater shower on the stern platform. I held her and squeezed her buttocks.

“Did you have fun?” Claire asked.

“We’re still in progress,” I laughed.

“Don’t let me interrupt. But don’t forget that we have a destination,” Claire said.

“Yavas, yavas,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Slowly, slowly in Turkish,” I said.

“Of course,” Claire replied.

Fabienne beckoned me to lie down on the cockpit settee and grabbed my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and gently licked my cock head. Then she took the whole head between her lips and gently slid up and down sucking lightly. I moaned.

“You gotta stop that.”

“Ah I will, just want to be sure you’re at the ready,” Fabiennne said.

I pulled her toward me and she straddled my hips. Then she settled onto my cock and begun to move up and down. Her delicious breasts heaved slightly and I reached up to fondle them.

“I’m in love with every part of you,” I said.

“No, you’re not,” she replied with that big smile, “but lust is good too. And I love the feel of that fat dick of yours inside my baby pussy.”

I love it when a woman talks dirty.

“I love it when you talk dirty,” I said.

“Everybody loves dirty talk, but we’re trained to be ashamed,” Fabienne answered.

I don’t know if I was ready for philosophy, but I was sure that she was right. Why is that? Why are we so schizophrenic?

“Slide that pussy gently. Shall I play with your clit?”

“Not yet, let me warm up some. Then as I get close to climaxing, work on my clit. You’ll know when.”

I continued to play with her breasts. I pulled on the nipples, they seemed to grow a little longer. She moved up and down, progressively a little more rapidly.

“I want to feel you pussy juices flowing. Please cum for me,” I said.

“And I want your dick to pump that warm cum up my snatch. Make your cock pulse. Can you feel the head of your dick touching the bottom of my cunt?”

I held my hips up for a moment to reach as far as I could. She rolled her eyes and she pulled my nipples hard enough to make them sting. The tingling reached my balls.

“Hold it there” she commanded and started to push down.

“Oh, I’m starting..,” she said.

I took that as the clit command and started to gently rub her clit. She moaned.

Claire had been watching and had apparently run out of patience. She got behind Fabienne again and squeezed her breasts, then started playing with her butt-hole. I had meant to ask Fabienne about her back door, but decided that we had another week to explore that and other options. Fabienne closed her eyes and moved rhythmically. I could feel her pussy contract. Her movements sped up and her breathing became very rapid. Sweat poured between her breasts and down her face. I sensed that she was working her way up to a fantastic climax. I let her take charge of the action and tried to think about something else to avoid cumming to soon. If I did, she would never stop and pounding after ejaculation hurts like hell. She started to grunt.

“Here I go. Hold it there, Fred. Rub my clit. Faster” I felt Claire’s fingers inside Fabienne butt-hole on my dick.

“Come on, Fabienne. Let go, cum for me. Get ready to take my cum into that delicious little cunt-hole. I’m ready. Cum now. Cum now,” I cried.

“Pump me, Fred, pump me and cum now. Shoot that spunk into my pussy. Now. Now. Ahhhh..,” she shivered as I came a third time in one morning, a personal record. My dick pulsated and her pussy contracted. I doubted that there was much of a liquid contribution from me, I was wiped out. She fell forward onto my chest and Claire held onto Fabienne.

We stayed like that for about a minute, then the girls slowly got off me. Fabienne rinsed off on the foredeck and I followed suit.

“Ladies. I call for a sex moratorium for the rest of the morning. Think you can hold off for so long?” I asked.

“I don’t know” Claire said “we’re not used to being around a stud like you, might be hard to resist grabbing that fabulous tool of yours.”

“You are such a dirty little girl. I’m sure that some of this must be illegal, it was just too good,”

Fabienne said “Here are some rules. I’ll make up more when I think of them. We’re allowed to fondle each other at any time anywhere as long as no one else can see. None of us may refuse an offer of sex. You, Fred, have to suck each of us to a climax at least twice a day. When is your choice.”

“Works for me” I said “sure you can’t stay longer than a week?”

“Easy, cowboy,” Fabienne said, “it’s a week like no other you’ve ever had or will ever have again. Unless, of course, we come again.”

I started the engine again and we motored to our destination.

It was a week unlike any I ever had before and like none I am likely to have again. Unless they come back. Claire and I take special private time when I come to France. Fabienne finished university and has a job in Paris, but when she’s home she joins us. I have no complaints, though it’ll never be like that first day on the boat. There’s no feeling like being comfortably numb.