Gull meets Buoy



I have my hang-ups, so, to escape them, I go hang gliding.

Laugh all you want, it's hard to hear you when I'm soaring
on air or climbing a thermal.

Having developed a love for the sky while still in high
school, I was soon referred to as "the Gull" or just "Gull"
instead of my name Gil, especially when friends and
acquaintances knew about me going gliding by the cliffs at
the shore.

And, yeah, I got teased for being a sea gull...

Now if only I'd looked like a romantic figure to some of the
girls and women I'd gone to school and worked with.  So,
yeah, I know that my hang gliding qualifies as a sublimation
of my frustrated sex drive, which is why I spent to much
time at it.  Now if only I had met some women through it...

I'd always had poor luck in trying to date girls; my thin
and wiry build had apparently not helped matters, nor had my
disinterest in playing sports in school.  I also knew that I
wasn't gay, either, but it was like I didn't fit in
*anywhere*.

So, for me, soaring-- both under a hang glider and even in
real gliders, with glide ratios of better than 20:1-- became
one of the few things I had left to channel my passions
into.  My work sure didn't do much for me, though I learned
where the free sex stories were.

Given that my income as an engineer being good enough for me
to be "comfortable", I had, more than once, entertained the
idea of relieving my virginity through a strictly commercial
transaction.  I chose not to because I wanted sex to _mean_
something, both to myself *and* my partner.

Yes, some of us men _do_ have romantic notions even if we
couldn't romance our way out of a wet paper bag.

My days spent soaring, even in the company of others, is
still a surprisingly solitary activity.  While relaxing and
empowering it was still no more emotionally fulfilling than
my solo masturbatory sessions.

So, in an effort to alleviate my regular yearly spring-time
depression, I decided to go on vacation far away, going off
to an island in the Caribbean.  Packing up my gliding gear
wasn't easy and getting it checked in as luggage could have
been sold to "Funniest Videos".  Customs at the other end
was a bit less annoying.

Now I'll admit that going soaring while you're still in the
midst of a depressive period is not a particularly good
idea.  You see, when depressed, you pay less attention to
detail in the realities of the tasks you need to care about,
so you're more likely to make mistakes.

Let me revise that.  You don't tend to make "mere" mistakes,
you are open to making _deadly_ ones, instead.

My key mistake should have been deadly, but, somehow, it
turned into the best thing that ever happened to me in my
life.

In hindsight, I really should have died.  Stupidity at this
level should have been a capital crime.

Like any flier, I have to start my real story with:

There I was...

Yeah, yeah, I know, it it sounds like the beginning of a
long, involved and fictional story, but, really...

There I was, far away from home, all for the first time.  I
didn't practice enough studying the weather forecasts or
pay attention to the various storm systems, no, _I_ thought
that things would work out.

As much as I can blame my complacence on the relative
consistency of the California coast where I first learned to
soar and where I had most practiced, this kind of idiocy
usually has fatal consequences.  So, between my inattention
to the weather and my almost ecstatic use of the hills along
the shoreline to provide lift to climb as high as possible,
I soon faced a lethal combination.

Between the altitude and a sudden strong shift in the wind
I was very quickly moving out over the sea.  Other than just
falling out of the sky, I didn't think I could actually work
my way back to the shoreline.

This was bad.  This was *very* bad.

Then I saw a set of white sails which had a boat under them,
well within my ability to reach.  It looked like I might be
able to survive without having to go swimming.

Or, at least, if I had to go swimming, it wouldn't be for
very long before I could get picked up.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

I've never been completely comfortable being the girl I was
born as, so, in an effort to deny that part of me, I
preferred to be called Tommie, short for that awful name of
"Thomasina" my parents inflicted on me at birth.

Growing up and entering adulthood without ever leaving the
"tomboy" phase, I didn't realize that my comfort in going
sailing would first earn me the nick-name of "Tom Buoy" with
all my relatives and even friends and schoolmates.  As an
avid racer I won more than my fair share of the sailing
dinghy races I participated in, so the nick-name of "Tom
Buoy" first stuck.  Later on some wag shortened it to just
"Buoy" which didn't please me, which, I think you can tell
where this is going, meant the nick-name stuck even harder.
Some of it was meant to be insulting, but, at the time, I
felt like I was more boy than girl any way.

More boy than girl?

Yeah, how's that for irony.  I was built more like a boy and
I think my parents were disappointed that I, as their only
child, seemed unlikely to provide them any grand-children.

So I raced sailboats and my competitive nature seemed to add
to my isolation... so none of my male school-mates or even
neighbors even _tried_ to date me and the ones who actually
approached me fell well below my minimum standards.  It was
frustrating that none of the boys I actually did get around
me asking for a date were what I wanted.

All right, so I did go on some dates.  None of these boys
made it to a second date.

With my book-knowledge about sex I knew not to give them
what *they* wanted, which kind of put the nails in the
coffin lid of a relationship.

Despite accusations of being a lesbian, I knew I wasn't.
Oh, yeah, admittedly I didn't have any heterosexual
experiences to claim, either, so, for the most part, I was
effectively a neuter.  All because I was effectively
invisible, not sexy *and* not willing to accept less than I
felt I deserved.

Yes, I was picky.  I had high standards, too.  And the boys
who ever _did_ beat me in a race were too fucking arrogant
for words, too, so they might have impressed me on one scale
but then pissed it away by being swaggering pricks.

So, over time, the various boys and men I've met and rubbed
shoulders with, did not "see" me in school or even during my
short stint in college before I decided to drop out once my
parents died.

Between losing my folks, both of whom were loners too, and
how alone I still was, hit me hard.  I was so pissed off and
frustrated with where my life seemed to *not* be going that
I just quit school, sold off the house I'd inherited and
equipped my folks' boat for a long sail and took off for the
Caribbean.

I never once looked back.  I now occasionally wonder if that
lack of nostalgia was a good sign or bad.

You should note that my luck with men didn't change once I
got to the Carribean and started working my way along the
island chains, but I also realized that I was still picky.
Through it all, I knew enough to know that nothing was worth
lowering my standards, either.  Men, when saturated by
alcoholic beverages, quickly become much less attractive.

Of course, I also heard that it doesn't work the same way
from the other end.  I've heard the old story that, as a man
drinks, women look better and better to him, by something a
friend had jokingly referred to as "beer goggles".

Luck was with me in one way: I didn't piss away the money I
had inherited, all due to my various mechanical skills in
repairing boat systems.  My mechanical aptitude from the
times I spent working on my cars ensured my popularity in
any anchorage I stopped at.  My thin frame didn't hurt me
since I could to and work in areas no one else could reach.

I also made boat calls for chartered boats in the area, too,
which sure helped.

It was heading back to my current "home" port after a real
dirty job getting water out of a chartered boat's diesel
fuel tank when I got a big surprise.

I'd just finished reefing in my main and was glad I was on
my "lazy" jib, when, to my surprise, a man fell right out of
the sky, just for me, like a present from God.  That this
man landed on top of me as I stood by the wheel wasn't that
bad a thing, either.

The bang of something rebounding from my backstay was also
disturbing, but having a man land on me like this...

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I found the sailboat below and did some circling, losing
altitude while I looked at what I could do.  I had to trade
a lot of altitude to keep up-wind of the boat since I didn't
want to have to land in the water.

Did you know that I'm an optimistic idiot?  I don't know the
first thing about sailboats, so I didn't see, until too
late, that there were cables in the way, so it was going to
be impossible for me to alight on the tail of the boat
without being thrown over the side.

I am not a complete idiot, of course, I knew what to do.  I
banged the quick release when my glider smacked into the one
long cable running between the top of the mast and the back
of the boat and fell maybe five or six feet once I was free
of the glider harness.

Unfortunately, I landed on my host, who seemed to be as thin
and wiry as I am, as my glider flopped over and landed in
the sea.

I was alive.  And I hadn't even had to go swimming!

Next came finding out if I'd hurt my new host.  He seemed to
be cursing and I wondered if I'd landed on a young boy given
the voice.

Good God... I'd landed on a woman!

And, and, and... she was a beauty!

My heart seemed to stop beating as our eyes met and, like
magnets, lingered.  I couldn't do anything but try to stand
there on the uneven floor and drool.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

By the time he'd gotten off of me and helped me up, I was
cursing like the sailor I was.  Between the lingering scent
of diesel fuel from my last job, this sudden visitor and how
the wind had shifted and strengthened in the last half hour,
adding tacks-- and time-- to my sail back to my mooring, I
was fairly vocal with my displeasure.

Then our eyes met.

The look of shock on his face when he realized I was a woman
was almost priceless, but I had to lunge back for the wheel
to turn away from the wind before we lost all way.  I really
should have put in the main's second reef to balance the
sailplan better.

Looking up, I followed his gaze to a brightly colored object
in the water... and I thought it was a sailboard's sail.
Almost reflexively I went into "recovery mode" and spun the
wheel to tack and head back to where that sail was floating.

Once on the course I wanted, I yelled at my new passenger
"Come here and hold the wheel steady!"

He suddenly shook himself from his state of, of, well, some
where else;  I didn't know where his mind had been before he
snapped out of it and climbed to where he could hold the
wheel as my the main slammed to the port side, heeling us so
that the starboard rail was well up from the water.  Once I
saw things were stable, I jumped up on deck and grabbed my
"handy" boathook, and, with one hand on a port shroud,
snagged that sail.

Jesus!  What the fuck was that thing?  It was a lot more
than "just" a sail, dammit!  It almost dragged me off the
deck before it popped free of the water.

I am nothing if not adaptable.  I soon had the sail-like
object bungeed down to my deck in such a way that I could
get back to the cockpit and turn again for home.

I thanked my passenger for taking the wheel as I took it
back.  He thanked me for saving his glider.

Oh.  So *that's* what it was and explained why I didn't
recognize it.

"Captain?" he asked, just before introducing himself, "My
name is Gil.  Gil Penning.  Thank you for being here and not
throwing me over the side for landing on you."

I laughed.  "With no one else aboard, calling me Captain is
redundant.  I'm Tommie.  Ummmm... Tommie MacPherson."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

Gawd, she was lovely.  Sure, she was very thin, but, gawd,
with her green eyes, freckles and bright red hair, I was
lost.

I'll admit that I've drooled over a lot of different women,
real, actress, fantasy, in the last decade or so... but none
of them ever looked this appetizing.  I stood again,
stunned, hanging onto the railing around the back of the
boat, watching as she looked at the sky, the sails, and spun
the wheel around again.  I watched this time as the sails
lost their shape, rattled, slapped to the other side of the
boat, and re-filled, the boat suddenly leaning over the
other way.

The rattling of the sails rattled *me*;  hearing that sound
when soaring was death.  Here, though, it wasn't unexpected
as Tommie took it all in stride, not even flinching.  I did
the flinching for her.

This beauty was brave.  Wow!

I didn't understand shit about what was happening or even
how things were supposed to work, but, looking at her face,
it sure looked like she was enjoying it!

I watched as she looked at a small box over what, to my eye,
looked like a compass, and shifted the wheel a little more.
The remains of my hang glider rattled against the roof of
the little house on the deck as some of the fabric tried to
catch the wind.

Given the sights and sounds around me, I *really* wished I
had a clue in what I was looking at.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

My passenger looked around as I settled on a course to try
to make up for chasing his glider.

I watched him through my hair as I got back to the weather
rail and sat down.  He was on the lee side and, when I
gestured to the cockpit seat next to me, he had to figure
out how to get over to my side without falling again.  He
seemed to be learning quickly as he carefully clambered over
and sat next to me.

It was the look in his eyes that disturbed me the most;  I
had never seen that kind of expression before on a man.  If
I didn't know better, I'd swear he was drooling.

Meanwhile I could see a lot of him given his outfit--  I
think it's something stretchy, kind of lycra-- and he was
pretty thin, his body built a lot like mine.  I had the edge
on him muscle-wise but he looked...

He looked good.  His eyes were beautiful and captivating,
too, but I couldn't afford to spend as much time as I would
have liked to gaze into them.  I smiled at him.  He smiled
back.  My shorts got wet.  His shorts changed shape.  He
blushed when he realized I noticed his predicament.  I was
safer from embarassment given his inability to tell how wet
I'd gotten myself.  I blushed before I smiled again, waving
at his erection, "That, Gil, is the most flattering thing I
have seen in a long time."

He blushed deeper.  "A beautiful woman like you?"

I threw my head back and laughed.  It wasn't long before I
was snorting, which set him off, and he laughed the same way
I did, which, after my sudden feeling of self-consciousness,
reassured me.  I patted him on the back.  "Seriously, just
because you were desperate to avoid swimming, you shouldn't
lie about..."

His finger touched my lips before I could complete that
admonition.  "Tommie, I'm not lying when I tell you that I
find you attractive.  I don't know how anyone else could
miss your eyes or face... but..."

I got control again as he spoke, his finger leaving my lips,
and gestured to my chest "Ummm... in case you haven't
noticed, I don't have much padding here."

He laughed again, then, calming down, told me "As if I'm any
model of buff masculinity, Tommie!"

Actually, two parts of me was already drooling over him.

Two parts?  Sure.  My mind.  And my pussy.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

The idea of touching her lips to silence her scared the wits
out of me, but I did it anyway.  She seemed almost *perfect*
and I hoped she wouldn't be offended.

Discovering that she wasn't angry with me despite my
touching of her face provided an emotional lift the likes of
which I'd never experienced.

She had the most expressive face I'd seen in a long time.  I
have *never* felt this kind of flutter in my chest;  either
I was having a heart attack or, perhaps...

Is this what love really does feel like?  I couldn't seem to
think of anything but her, and we talked some more about our
histories.  I noticed her eyes glazed over at one point and
started to worry if I'd scared her.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

As we talked I was coming to a decision.  It was a good
thing for me that _I_ was in control of what was going to
happen next, because, to be honest, I prefer to feel like
*I* am in charge.  In this brand-new situation I knew what I
wanted.  I wanted more time with Gil.  Hell, I wanted *Gil*.

Was this love?

I couldn't tell.  I've never felt this way before so I had
nothing to compare it to.

I weighed my various options and picked the closest place
for us to safely anchor for the night.  I had to pick a site
that would still be protected enough from the forecast winds
given the nearby storm system driving this annoying wind
shift that had dropped Gil right into my lap.

When my mind reached the decision to change course I looked
at him again and saw worry on his face.  I shook my head,
then smiled.  "Don't worry, we need to change course again.
I want to get to a sheltered cove where we can anchor for
the night.  Will that be all right for you?"

He nodded.  "Yeah, though I don't know if I have to notify
anyone to keep a search from being done."

It was my turn to nod.  "We can take care of that soon."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I was calming down despite still sporting more than just a
partial erection.  "Are you sure you're OK with me on board
with you over night?"

My erection became total when she smiled at me again and our
eyes met again and she told me, straight out, "I'm even
*more* all right as long as you are with me.  All the way
with me, if you get my drift."

*She* wants _me_ as much as _I_ want *her*?  My mind boggled
having never met anyone who wanted me.

After dipping my eyes, I looked up again into her beautiful
green eyes, sharing the fire as my brain exploded, my penis
choosing that moment to hose down the inside of my shorts.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

His eyes, boring into me, seemed to melt as he groaned and a
very large wet spot formed on his form-fitting shorts.  If
my own underwear hadn't already been saturated I would have
been able to tell better that I'd just released a fresh
flood.

There was no doubt in my mind now:  I wanted him.  And, best
of all, he wanted me.

But, my fears returning, could I keep him?

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

As a man I wished I had better control;  spraying a load
into my shorts is not something I thought would impress a
woman I was falling for.

No, it had to be past tense, it was too late.  I fell for
her, in both the literal and emotional sense.

I finally realized that, yes, I was already in love with
this angel.  She was beautiful, bright, energetic and more
than just a little bit competent.

Given all of this, I knew I wanted her.  It seemed a miracle
that she wanted me, too, but that felt, well, strange.  I
wasn't used to feeling so lovable.

Hey, I'm an engineer!  A contraceptive for an engineer is
his or her personality, after all.

At the same time, I not only wanted her, I wanted to _keep_
her, too.  I wanted her to be more than just a one-time or
one-vacation deal.

Sure, I was sexually attracted to her, but she was also
*smart*, witty and warm-hearted, so I couldn't find any part
of me that _didn't_ find her attractive.

I wanted her.  I needed her.  I couldn't see myself without
her by my side.

And I'd only met her less than an hour before.  It was like
I'd been made just to love her.  Or she'd been made for me.

Or perhaps even both.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

Before we could go much further I decided to give some
orders.

All right, in a way it was a test, but I also knew, from the
various reading material I've perused, that having just
climaxed in his clothing, Gil would likely be at his most
cooperative.

"Gil, get out of your clothes and toss 'em down the
companionway, all right?  There's no need for you to be so
uncomfortable with them wet right now."

He took that order, peeling a wallet out of a pocket, and
then looked at me, "What's a companionway?"

I didn't know whether this was a good sign or bad that he
had no idea about boats but I pointed to the open way down
into the cabin, trying to think about how he knew nothing.

Gil's butt looked nice.  When he turned I saw he was hard
again and blushing when I looked up to his face.  My
underwear was now officially too wet to wear and my next
order was for him to hold the wheel steady.

I was excited with how his eyes seemed to devour my form as
I stripped, my own sexual arousal increasing with each new
square inch of skin *I* exposed to his gaze, which, thinking
about it, seems backwards.  I paused, ready to remove my
last item of clothing, my drenched panties, to catch his
eyes.  When our eyes met I felt it, a lightning bolt that
ran through me, my orgasm striking me as I placed my thumbs
under the elastic.  So I was looking right into his eyes
when I came and it was his turn to see my eyes melt.

After tossing my own clothing down into the cabin I got back
over by the wheel and sat on his lap.

I realized that I wanted to lose my virginity without any
distractions.  Steering was a distraction.  Setting up my
wind-vane self-steering was also a distraction.  I wanted to
stay in this mood but couldn't go all the way yet either.

In cuddling on his lap I discovered that, while Gil might be
shit for a sailor, he was a *great* hugger, kisser and
cuddler.  If I hadn't already fallen in love with him
before, these traits alone would have clinched it.

"Gil, I have to say this now:  I love you."

No one ever told me that people can reach an orgasm just by
hugging;  he said "Oh, Tommie, I love you, too" and squeezed
me again, which set me off.

Getting off of his lap I looked out at the small cay we were
headed for and had Gil adjust the rudder and, as I relaxed
in the glow of feeling both lovable and loved, I started to
explain how a sailboat worked and what we had to do.

It took a little bit as my explanations went back and forth
with him explaining soaring and how what I was telling him
matched what he already had practice with.  It was nice to
have a man _really_ listen to me.

Though I'll admit that it took him more than a few tries to
get through to him that the only "ropes" on a boat are the
ones hanging unused.  He was at his thickest when I had to
teach him about sheets and why we don't call the sails
themselves sheets.

When he was finally catching on how any "rope" had a proper
name so that I don't have to say "that rope over there" and
point to which one I want brought in or let out, instead
being able to say "main sheet", I paused and pointed out
that his dick had gone soft.  Gil laughed heartily, telling
me "Why do you think I can pay attention?  I now believe the
joke about men only having enough blood for the brain or
dick to operate.  I sure couldn't have kept up with you and
kept my hard-on, I can't do both, you know!"

If I hadn't been in love with him already-- and he,
apparently, with me-- the ability to laugh at each other's
jokes wouldn't have been so sweet.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I was amazed at how wonderfully sharp this lovely woman was
as she explained the sails and the various ropes... um, the
sheets and yards.

"Gil," she finally said, "it'll take us at least an hour to
make the entrance to that cay's channel, so I need to get
things ready on the foredeck.  First, though, sweetheart,"
she paused as she saw me shudder at her using such a warmly
delicious term of endearment, "we have a lot of sun and we
will need to cover up, so let me get a bottle of sunblock."

I saw her climb down the steps of what I'd learned was
called the companionway.  It wasn't long before she was
climbing out, still as naked as the day she was born, with
a bottle of sunblock in her hand.

I raised an eyebrow when she returned.  "What? No clothes?"

She laughed, a sound that thrilled my heart.  "That's what
the cream, here, is for.  Sometimes it's not worth getting
dressed."

As I held course she spread the sunblock on my back, first,
her long fingers gliding over my neck and down my back,
thrilling me with the contact.

By the time she finished my back and was ready to let me do
my own front, she didn't let me, and started spreading the
cream on my face, neck, chest...

Perhaps I was too afraid of how a woman might be upset with
me.  I don't know.  When she got to my erect member she had
not even touched it when I sprayed down her face and chest.

I was mortified when my dick stopped spraying her down.  I
felt like I'd offended her enough that she'd kill me for
such a blatantly disrespectful act.

Instead of cursing I heard laughter.  "I barely touched you
and you went off!  Wow!  You like me _that_ much?"

Looking down at the angelic face now with a string of semen
running from her chin to her hair was hard, very hard,
putting steel into my dick again.  I cupped her cheek with
my left hand "Yes, I love you.  You're lovely, you know, and
exciting to be near."

She nodded to me and went back to spreading the sunblock and
was careful to thoroughly coat my recovering hardness,
telling me she didn't want it burning.  "If your dick gets
burned, it damn well better be because my... my... " she
paused, trying and finally succeeded, finishing with
"...pussy... is over heated.  Y'hear?"

I nodded and smiled.  When she was done coating my body,
including the tops of my feet, she stood up and we exchanged
places so that I could start on *her* back.

Don't ask me why *I* got so excited touching her.  I loved
it.  Her back, arms, delectable butt and legs were exciting
enough for me to touch and worship, but then came the total
ecstacy of "doing" her front.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

When he'd exploded all over my face and chest I came so
close to coming: I was hot.  When he calmed down and
confirmed that he found me exciting to be around I felt my
vagina and clitoris send gentle spasms throughout the rest
of my body.  I was careful to put extra sun-block on his
dick but I stumbled over calling my vagina a "pussy".

There is just something very strange that happened when I
did that;  I felt another thrill run through me, like I'd
come again, albeit gently.  It was exciting to use "pussy"
in a sentence.

If I had been excited being able to run my hands over my
first real man, it was nothing in comparison to feeling his
hands on me.

He'd come when I'd applied sunblock to him and touched his
dick.

There was no part of my body, back *or* front, that Gil's
touch _didn't_ set off an orgasmic thrill.

When he worked the creamy sunblock into my bright red pubic
hair I had a much stronger orgasm and almost lost control of
the boat as my body responded.

After Gil finished covering me he stepped up to me and put
his arms around me and kissed me.

Where the fuck did Gil get all of that semen?  He sprayed my
belly and crotch down with his seed as we kissed.  At the
time it made _my_ orgasm that much more intense.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I was amazed at how tolerant Tommie was of my body's hair
trigger reactions, but she was seeming to enjoy my responses
to her body.

For me, though, the good news came after my third time
coming as my hard-on finally went limp as we hugged, my arms
wrapped around Tommie as I scratched her back.

When we both came down from our highs, she had me holding
the wheel and worked me through "pointing" exercises, with
her giving me commands as she called in my situation.

I found out that no one would have raised an alarm if I had
gone missing.  Tommie told me that I really should have set
up a contact chain, just before she called in to her own
contacts to cancel her "float plan".

When she came back to the wheel I could tell she still had
my seed smeared all over her.  When I pointed at it, I asked
her if she wanted me to bring up a towel.

"Of course not, Gil," she answered, a huge smile on her
face, "but, tonight, you'd better work on your aim."

I was almost staggered and she smiled even more.  I told her
"I might not have any practice, but I can surely try," as I
smiled back at her.

"Gil, does your... glider... disassemble?"

I nodded.  "Want me to do that?"

She smiled again, adding "Please?"

I started climbing onto the deck, being very careful to keep
my head down, and started to pop out the locks and fold up
the wings.  Only one of the main spars would need
replacement given the dent contacting the ... backstay? ...
put in it.  When the bundle was small enough she pointed to
a container of bungee.  I was able to figure out what to do
as I used some of the bungee to keep the glider bundled up
and secured it to the deckhouse.

Tommie smiled at me as I worked my way back to her.  Her
smile broadened when she saw that my body was starting to
respond to her smile by depriving my brain of critically
needed blood.

Oh, sure, I wasn't all the way hard, but I wasn't completely
flaccid, either.

We were sitting together as we entered the small sheltered
bay, finally spotting a power boat anchored there.  The wind
was slackening but we were still getting a push.

I felt anxious in realizing that we were still naked.  I was
told not to worry and that she wanted me at the wheel, not
on the deck.  I asked her why I should be at the wheel.

"First, you don't have enough practice on-deck, especially
anchoring, and, second, I don't want your dangly bits to get
caught up in any of the ground tackle."

I gaped a bit at what sounded like football terminology as
she settled down to explain things, with me foregoing the
opportunity to look stupid.  I filed the term for a later
question.

With some quick instructions of the kinds of orders I needed
to be ready to heed, she headed to the 'foredeck'-- what a
name-- and I started to steer into the wind.  As the sails
started the rattling that I was scared by, I gritted my
teeth as I pointed straight into the wind.

With a splash I observed the anchor going into the water and
turned the wheel again as we seemed to be going backwards.

I followed her commands as the sails bit again into the wind
and we moved on a line at an angle to where the first anchor
went in, and again, I pointed into the wind, and, with a
second splash, the second anchor went in.  I saw her work
with the ropes the anchors were attached to and could feel
the boat stop, the sails rattling.

With a thumb's up gesture, she let me know we got it done,
and she waved me to join her.

Tommie is a wonderful teacher;  I got a quick explanation of
the anchor 'rode' and the anti-chafing gear needed for safe
anchoring.  My next lesson took longer as she walked me
through the process of lowering the jib on it's halyard,
securing the lines and the jib to it's boom, before she had
me undo the ties and raise it again.  It took another two
tries for me to be able to do this smoothly.

Learning how to undo the... reefs?... and then re-secure
them wasn't comfortable, but I learned.  We released the
reefs again and she taught me how to bring down and "flake"
the sail and then tie it to the boom.

This all seemed to _simple_ when Tommie explained how this
worked.

During all this time I paid no attention to our neighbors.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

Gil was a wonderful student, though, perhaps, I think, my
own post-orgasmic bliss probably colored my perceptions.

I'd just walked Gil through securing the mainsheet when I
heard paddles.  Gil had his back to our neighbors and I saw
an older couple rowing over from the anchored trawler.  It
took a couple of seconds to realize they were as nude as Gil
and I, so I relaxed a bit.  It helped even more to realize
that both of them had an all-over tan like I did.

My future lover Gil was startled but settled down.  The last
couple of hours in the nude had relaxed him a bit, and I did
suspect that his ability to handle nudity in a more social
context would be improving soon.

Once introduced to Max and Bette, I invited them on-board.
It only took a bit of whispering to explain to Gil why he
should keep his eyes above neck level when talking to men or
women.

Bette helped me with making coffee.  I think Max taught Gil
how to pee over the rail after I heard Gil complain that he
needed to visit the 'bathroom'.  I knew there was a lot of
nautical terminology that Gil needed to know just to avoid
getting weird stares from the people I knew.

Coming back on deck with the coffee I gave Gil directions in
un-folding the table in the cockpit and then re-distribute
the small Type IV PFDs I use as cushions.  I got a sly look
from Bette as I sat down next to Gil.

After discussing the weather-- yes, to a sailor, both rag
sailors like me as well as stinkpot drivers, a critically
important subject-- Max, a re-filled mug in his hand, leaned
back and asked how long we'd been married.

I looked at Gil.  He looked at me.  Our eyes told me all I
needed to know.  I didn't realize that my eyes gave him the
permission to say it aloud.

"Tommie and I aren't married.  Yet.  And, with the way I've
been feeling since I met her, the sooner the better.  I am
*not* giving her up" he explained.  That was what I wanted
to say, so I put my hand in his, nodded to him
and then to the couple across the table.

When we related the story of how we met...  I learned a lot
of things about Gil, and he about me, as our hands squeezed
back and forth, sharing our fears and our strengths.  With
every word, I felt myself becoming more and more a part of
him.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

What, we're not doing that skit?

Well, coffee with Max and Bette may have started out feeling
like an inquisition, but, instead of merely baring our
souls as much as our bodies, our souls seemed to be melting
into each other, through our joined hands.  I knew, despite
everything, that I could not leave this oddly perfect woman
at my side.

There are some rather large bridges that I would have liked
to burn, even if as no more than a symbol of how much I was
in love with Tommie.

Max and Bette were a nice older couple and we eventually got
around to hearing the story of their lives and how Max had
moved down to the Caribbean to 'retire' after a heart attack
and, once settled in, had opened his own engineering firm.

It wasn't long after that that Max and I were talking shop
which must have bored Tommie and Bette to tears.  Max and I
only came up for air when we realized that Tommie and Bette
were un-tying the inflatable boat and were ready to row over
to the power boat.  Max and I were quick to join them, with
me taking the oars.

Now, realize, their power boat, I heard it called a trawler,
wasn't small.  Adding to the surprise was a pair of clones.
Mark and Bess, who are, apparently, identical twins of Max
and Bette, were there to greet us.  Over dinner we learned
that Mark had chosen to retire from being a full-time doctor
in a medical group after his twin brother had had a heart
attack.  "With what Max went through, I decided to have some
detailed tests run.  I wasn't far behind Max, so, after a
balloon angioplasty, I bailed out and decided to try living
my life."

The brothers laughed.  Max told us "I get more engineering
work done *now* that the pressure is off and I can pick and
choose what work I *do* take.  If a job doesn't look like
it'll be _fun_, I won't take it, and yet I still make enough
money to get by.  My brother does a fair amount of being a
doctor down here and helps out, here and there, at a local
medical school.  So, I know about Gil, now, so, Tommy, what
do you do for a living?"

Tommie's work was... interesting.  I wished I could
contribute more.  Max already knew I was a PE but I saw a
wry smile.  "Gil, after your honeymoon with Tommie, here,
I'd like to see if I've got any projects you'd like to take
on, first as my associate, then, if you mesh well, as an
independant.  I'll guide you and see if you and I think
enough alike and we'll see how well you can pick up some of
my workload.  It might be fun."

I smiled.  Today had changed my life.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

I could see the conflict on Gil's face evaporate with the
hope of finding work so he could stay here, all without him
being a burden on me.

At the same time, being told that they expected us to marry
felt good, too, especially when Gil reached for my hand
again.

That's when Bess dropped a bombshell:  "So, Tommie, how is
he in the sack?"

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I swear that I saw Tommie's eyes glow as she said, while
squeezing my hand, "I don't know yet."

Both Bette and Bess were startled.  Bette turn to me and
asked "So how much practice you got before you met her?"

I cringed.  "None.  None at all."

If I didn't know better, I'd've sworn their looks got more
than a little bit predatory, before, as one, they turned to
look at Tommie and asked the same question.  Tommie answered
just like me.

"Show us how you kiss, then", Bette ordered.

Kissing we had down.  We flowed into and over-flowed each
other.

Coming back up for air we found our hosts clinching.

Bette, when she came up for air, looked at us, then at her
kissing partner Mark, and told him, "Maybe we should show
them how it's done."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

Wow!  They must be exhibitionists!

What startled me the most was that Bette was dragging Mark
up and to the cabin, Max and Bess quickly following.

How could I tell them apart?

Well, Max had two marks on his chest where hair wouldn't
grow.  After the story about his heart attack I realized
that they were burns from the paddles.

Bess had a scar below her navel, apparently from some kind
of surgery;  she'd explained it as a hysterectomy that had
to be done abdominally due to cancer.

Once we reached the forward cabin, I watched, entranced, as
Bette laid in the center of the bed and spread her legs,
Bess and Max holding her ankles up in the air are Mark put
his face to her sex and started licking.

I've heard of this and, looking at Gil, it was obvious *he*
knew something about this, too, but, like me, showed a lot
of interest as he watched, rapt.

We were encouraged to take closer looks at what he was doing
as Max, Mark's twin brother, explained how to draw out the
alphabet on my sex with his tongue when it was Gil's turn.
The looks I got from Gil went straight to my pussy which
was, truth to tell, already drooling down my leg.

Bess told me that, being that I was a virgin, that she could
get more out of me if she drained me first.  "Getting him to
come in your mouth isn't as much fun when you get older, as
it'll take more and more time for him to re-charge, but, for
now, it's a good idea at your age.  So, you can give him a
full scale blowjob _before_ he licks you.  He's young enough
to get another erection pretty fast and so you can exchange
oral attentions first... so he'll last a *lot* longer in
your pussy when he gets there."

Bette's orgasm was *loud* and we watched as Mark moved up
between her legs and I was fascinated as his penis slid into
her vagina.  My own vagina felt like it was twitching in
sympathy as I glanced up at Gil's face, his eyes flicking up
in synchrony with me.  We sighed as we looked at each other.

Bess interrupted us, "If you're not going down on him, girl,
hold Bette's ankle for her, will you?  And Gil, hold Bette's
other ankle."

Wow, I got a lesson from Bess on how to give a blowjob, with
some comments from Bette, in between her moans.  Bess wasn't
up to talking much considering her mouth was full most of
the time.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

There was just something intimate in holding Bette's ankle
high while Mark pounded his dick into her.  Their screams of
orgasm apparently worked on Max as he apparently came in
Bess' mouth and we watched as she swallowed his seed.

We were told to release the ankles and, before I could move
closer to Tommie, she dropped to her knees and took my dick
into her mouth, our eyes meeting and shining.

Given all we'd been seeing and hearing, she didn't have to
do much before I started filling her mouth with my load of
semen as I groaned out my climax.  Because of how my body
reacted to the climax, my head rolled back, breaking our eye
lock.  When I felt I was glowing, my eyes returned to hers
as she finished cleaning me off.  I cupped her cheek with
one hand as I stroked her hair, telling her "Thank you,
dearest, I love you."  Her mouth was still occupied but her
eyes still showed adoration, which, oddly enough, is what I
was feeling for her.

Bess, after getting Mark and Bette to roll out of the way,
guided Tommie onto the bed and into position and, along with
Max, held up Tommie's legs as I put my mouth on Tommie's
pussy.  Bess coached Tommie into paying attention to what my
lips and tongue were doing, getting us to stop now and again
so our eyes could linger without too much distraction.  I
just hoped that my eyes were as expressive of my feelings.

It's funny, in a way...  I always thought that the joke of
"if girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice,
why do they taste like tuna fish?" might have some reality
but, with the first touch of my tongue, the top of my head
almost came off given how good she smelled and tasted.  With
coaching from Max and Bess, I worked Tommie all over, being
told to try different things to discover what she liked me
to do.

Y'know, it's reassuring when everything I did got a positive
response from my beloved.  I also got taught to recognize
her responses to that I could bring her to the brink and be
able to back off so that her level of anticipation would
give her a big lift.  In all, under my tongue, Tommie lost
contact with my eyes five times, each as she went into one
heck of a climax.

When I was told to back off a bit and let her come down, it
didn't take long for her hands to reach down and grab my
ears and pull me up...

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

I needed him *in* me, I needed to feel him make me his, I
needed to know he was part of me...

My hymen was long gone but I'd never had anything in me more
than a finger or two-- my own finger or two.  Gil was much
more than two of my slim fingers so I *knew* when he started
to slide into me, trying to show caution, and I screamed at
him to pound into me and make me his.

So he did.

Oh, God, *did* he.

It took a while for me to come back to earth and start being
able to pay attention to him, finding my legs wrapped around
my lover, along with my arms, feeling his weight on me, the
wetness of my vagina, the memory of his coming deep inside
of...

Oh.  My.  God!

"Sweetheart," I said to my panting lover, "I didn't think
about it... but I'm not on the pill or have any other way to
avoid pregnancy, and, as much as I loved this feeling, I'm
worried."

I lay there, under Gil, as he stroked my hair and kissed me
with gentle kisses, and whispered in my ear "You wanted me
to make you mine.  Getting pregnany would sure make that
true, wouldn't it?"

We were giggling with each other when Mark spoke up, with
"So, Tommie, when did your last period end?"

Unwrapping my hands from Gil's back just enough to allow me
to use them for counting, I worked back the days.  "About 9
days," I answered.

Mark added "Looks like you belong to him now, girl.  I don't
carry any morning-after meds in my little black bag, so I
really can't help there.  So, if you didn't just ovulate as
you came, you're going to.  Soon."

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

With the announcement that she was on the cusp of ovulation
I felt a sudden warmth run through my body, a sense of pure
contentment, and another hard-on.

After pounding into her I was pretty well used up, so I had
little choice but to be gentler, slowly stroking into her
body, feeling her body again respond to my attention,
climbing back onto the arousal express.  We moved, shifted,
finding new positions to make gentle love to each other,
with Tommie reaching for a climax more than once as I worked
up another load to make sure she was *all* mine.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

Gil was so gentle and loving which seemed like perfection to
me, and, with our audience, we tried several positions.

For me, I liked doggie a lot despite the lack of eye contact
but, of them all, I liked the feeling of power when I was on
top of Gil in the "cowgirl" position.

Gil came in me again while I was shuddering my way through
yet another delicious orgasm while we were in the spoon
position, and, as we came down, I felt Gil kissing my back,
shoulders and neck. 

I lay there contented for several minutes with our hosts
looking on and we were encouraged to move to the edge of the
bed as Bess and Mark started to pound each other in the
middle of the bed.

When they rolled over to put Bess on top of Mark, I saw Max
get onto the bed and...

Now I've heard of anal sex.  It always seemed to be _way_
the fuck out there and something "real people" don't do.

Well, I knew enough about Max, Mark, Bette and Bess to
believe they were real enough, but this?

Bette, who wasn't in the sandwich, explained what they were
now doing in front of us: "This is called double
penetration.  It's a *wonderful* feeling, to have two men
inside you.  I think that Bess might not mind having Gil's
dick in her mouth, too, which wouldn't be a new trick for
her.  Two men are _fun_ but I'll tell you that three can be
_awesome_."

I thought about it, with Gil's mostly soft penis ready to
fall out of me.  His arms were slack on me and I could hear
he was not far from snoring.  "I don't think he's able to do
more than sleep right now."

Bette nodded.  "I understand, but we'll be here for a week,
so, maybe, sometime in the next couple of days?  You'll be
willing to share him with us?"

The way I was feeling right then, especially with how much
they had all helped me and Gil make love for the first time
in our lives, and how much they had shared intimacy with us,
made the process of deciding to share my lover a
non-question.  I smiled up at Bette as Bess moaned and told
her "Sure, I'll share him... but what about me?"

Bette gave me a warm smile that hardened my nipples
instantly and told me "Considering that you're fertile, if
you're willing, they'll wear condoms with you.  Will that be
all right?"

I nodded.

"And, sweetheart, once we know you're pregnant with Gil's
baby, I hope you won't mind it when they go bareback."

I looked over, carefully, as they alternated their sliding
in and out of Bess, my imagination catching me...

Bette kissed me on the forehead, snapping me back into the
here-and-now, where Bess was panting and the two men were
still slowly stroking into her.  "Watch this, it's my turn
to get into the sandwich."

Max pulled his dick out of Bess' butt and it looked like it
was greasy, but I didn't see much in the way of shit.  I
looked a question at Bette who said "When we want anal sex
we do a prep--  some phospho soda, a purge, or a deep enema.
It hurts both of us if his cock hits shit inside you."

I nodded.

"And, sweetheart, you need to have Gil in your butt first,
that way he can feel like owns all three of your holes, OK?"

I almost swooned at the feeling of being "owned" by the
lovely man who slept with me cradled in his arms.  It struck
me that I wished he could be hard *right now* so that I
would feel him in my ass.

But, all I could do was lay there, comfortable, while Max
and Bette rolled Bess off of Mark and into a spoon position
with me.  I was in a sandwich between a woman and my man and
felt, as I had with Gil inside of me, like I belonged here.

I watched as Bette got into the middle between the two men
and Bette and Max explained what it took to prepare the anus
for penetration.  I couldn't believe how loving it sounded
and looked as Max used his fingers and a tube of jelly to
lubricate Bette's asshole.

Watching a penis penetrate Bette's butt while another was
deep inside her swollen pussy was exciting.  I watched as
they slowly fucked and heard all three of them moaning.

With this stimulation it didn't take long for my hand to
find my pussy.  I came along with the three making a
sandwich and almost instantly faded out.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I woke up hearing thunder, off in the distance.  There was a
woman in my arms who smelled like love.  The bed under me
was moving and I heard wind outside and the slapping of
water... against a hull?  I was on a boat!  I had taken my
beloved's virginity!  I likely impregnated my lover!

I squeezed Tommie in my arms and kissed her shoulder.  There
was another body leaning back against Tommie and I realized
it was either Bette or Bess.

Consciousness and lucidity did not arrive instantly for me
but another sound of distant thunder woke up Tommie, who did
snap into full function almost immediately.

"Gil?  Hon?" I heard her whisper.

"Yes, sweetheart?"  I answered, almost as quietly.

"We have to get back and prep my boat, the Good Air Day, for
the storm," she explained, then rubbed the back of the woman
in front of her, going "Bess, Gil and I have to prep for the
storm that coming in."

A sleepy voice from across the bed told us "OK, just come to
us in the morning, all right?"

As we gently climbed out, me shaking the men's hands and
kissing the women, while Tommie kissed them all, and pretty
hotly, I might add, which is how Bette and Bess kissed me.
I noticed that they gave Tommie a small bag which I didn't
have much of a chance to take a closer look at.

We took their dinghy and I rowed it across to Tommie's boat.

Working under Tommie's direction, together we raised the
tent-- a bimini-- over the cockpit, adjusted hatches, and I
carried chains to Tommie which she hung over the side into
the water from the wires-- stays, she called them-- to keep
lightning from going through the boat's hull, should we be
hit.

A surprising amount of electronic gear was placed into metal
boxes which were then placed where they were well-grounded,
which made sense, since a faraday cage will keep the EMP
induced by a lightning strike from frying any delicate gear.

We then used some "baby" wipes to clean ourselves up, went
to the forward bed-- the vee berth, she called it-- and took
a few minutes to re-arrange things so there was room there
for both of us.

With the lights out and the storm rolling in, we soon found
ourselves back in the spoon position.

Don't ask me to explain it, but the wind that came before
the rain smelled *cleaner*, somehow.  It seemed to make the
utter contentment I felt with Tommie in my arms even more
powerful, and, in that glow of contentment, I fell asleep.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

Waking up in a lover's arms for the second time in my life
was addictive.  I could tell he was happy, too, but he was
still sleeping like a dead thing though his erection proved
that he wasn't all that dead, yet.  I smiled, remembering
some advice that Bette gave me.

Gil managed to sleep through me crawling out which I
credited to the sound of rain running on the deck.  While
the lightning phase of the storm had passed, we were left
with wind and rain.

I managed to find the little bag Bette had given me,
discovering it contained a tube of lubricating jelly and two
small enemas.  I gave the head a quick workout as I cleaned
myself out.

I opened the companionway once I'd emptied my guts into the
bowl and pumped the contents into the holding tank.  We'd
have to depend upon the dorade vents to provide airflow as
the rain continued to fall.

The fact that we hadn't been struck by lightning the night
before was clear because we hadn't been awakened.  I've been
there and done that and it was a relief to not be
interrupted.

Now, how to wake Gil?

Oh, yeah, now I remember something I recalled reading andi,
at the time, thought was a degrading activity.  Now, though,
I'd learned that it was an act of power that my lover would
truly appreciate, bonding him even closer to me.  So,
climbing back in with Gil, I worked my face to his penis.

I'd been excited the previous night so I hadn't put much
thought into what I was doing.  This morning?  Everything
was different and thinking was required...

Gil is sneaky.  My first warning that he was fully awake was
when his hands grabbed my hips and positioned my pussy onto
his mouth.

Jeezus!!!

What the *fuck* was wrong with me?  I came, suddenly, and
found myself panting.  I pulled out of Gil's grasp and out
of the bed, telling him to follow me.

Thank God, he followed me!

I bent over and told him "Please make love to my asshole and
make all of me *yours*."

Given the position I was in I wasn't able to watch his face
as he asked me "Sweetheart, are you sure?"

Gil waited for me to answer, I could tell, and he ran his
hands on my back, rubbing my muscles.  I moaned and answered
"Yes, my love, take me, make me yours..."

He sighed and I took the tube of jelly off the table and,
reaching back, handed it to him.

Gil's hands were gentle as they rubbed my ass, then came
back and, with my directing him on things I'd learned while
he was snoring, rubbed the gel into me.  I sighed with how
gentle he was in softening up my anus.  It didn't take long
to feel one of his fingers push blobs of jelly into my
bottom, the coolness of the jelly a turn-on.  This slow and
sensuous massage of my butt, both outside and inside,
continued.

The most unexpected thing about all of this was how quickly
I was relaxing.  Oh, sure, I was horny, but this was...

I already knew, as of last night, that I love this man.  His
gentle efforts this morning proving to me that he loves me
at least as much.

So there I was, hot and horny, his finger working in and out
of my butt in a fucking motion, me feeling loved and cared
for, when an orgasm snuck up on me...  *BAM!*

Once this happened, my mind was no longer my own, my butt 
was in charge, and it wanted Gil to be balls deep.  That my
pussy was also arguing for him to be balls deep it it, too,
can be taken as read.  I wanted him any way I could get him.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I'd read enough stories and real information on anal sex and
knew that I needed to take it slow, so, with the surprise of
her getting an orgasm just from me finger-fucking her ass,
I was shocked when she told me "I can't wait, put your hard
cock in my ass, fuck it, make it yours, come in my butt!"

Who am I to disagree?  I was scared so I went as slow as I
could.

Once my cock head popped past her spasming sphincter (try to
say that five times fast!) the lubrication came into play.

Now sex was very new to me.  This felt pretty good, but I
liked her pussy.  This was a lot of work for me, but, well,
I couldn't help but slide forward into her, right to the
hilt.

Tommie screamed again, her sphincter suddenly pulsing on me,
and my morning erection decided it was on a hair-trigger
and, with Tommie's body coming around me, I gave her a sperm
enema.

Now realize that I've heard those fantasy stories claiming a
woman is "owned" by the man who has come in all three of her
holes, but, with her butt wrapped around my penis, I wasn't
sure who owned who.

Yes, Tommie might be mine, but, with this, I knew, just
knew, that I belonged to her, too.

When we finally managed to come all the way down into the
real world, we cleaned up as best we could.  Tommie quickly
started the motor and threw some switches, telling me we'd
have hot water for a shower in a few minutes.

Twenty minutes later we were on the "swim platform" and,
between the warm rain and the hand-held sprayer, we were
soon both quite clean.  It took us a few minutes to shut
down the motor again and turn off the water heater and
pressurization pump.  I was learning.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

After we'd cleaned off, I looked over at our neighbors and
spotted either Max or Mark (from this distance I couldn't be
sure which) waving to me, so we climbed into the dinghy to
row over, still in the nude, across to their boat.  The rain
falling felt good on us.

Watching Gil as he rowed the boat, his arms flexing as the
rain poured over and down his body, I could see his eyes as
they track to mine with glances over my shoulder to keep us
going in a straight line, was, well, arousing.  Again.  I
liked that he got aroused when he realized I was looking
down at his penis.  Watching that bit of flesh harden was
making my pussy wetter, and not just from the rain!

Whatever was wrong with me, my pussy was doing most of the
thinking, and, oddly enough, it wanted Gil to hose it down
again.  I wasn't in the mood to argue with what my pussy
wanted because the rest of him was so dreamy and cuddly.

Arrival with Max helping us climb aboard ensured the feeling
of welcome and belonging.

We were told to go inside the cabin and have breakfast, but,
before Gil could join me at the table, Bette grabbed his
hand and dragged him to their head and we heard her explain
to him how to ensure his dick was adequately clean after
anal penetration.  I listened to them as I sat down on the
towel that Bess put down for me.

When he returned, Gil walked in with his erection still
swinging in the breeze.  That both Max and Mark were already
sporting erections after looking me over was getting *my*
pussy hot and bothered, recalling Bette's talk with me the
night before.

Over a large breakfast, my morning activities with Gil were
discussed.  My lover only blushed a couple of times before
he relaxed and went along with it, especially since there
was no condemnation.  I think the encouragement he got from
our hosts didn't hurt, either.

It did take a while for Gil to finally speak up, asking "I
did notice last night, or I think I did, that, if Bette is
married to Max, that you guys swapped.  Did you really?  Or
did I misunderstand who is married to who?"

He got four nods.  This was a question I was wondering
about.  Bette asked Gil, "So, are you shocked?"

He shrugged.  "I don't know.  I don't understand *why* you
would even bother.  You're all twins.  Identical twins, at
that!"

Max laughed, which set off Mark's laughter.  This time Bess
answered him with "Just because we're identical twins in
body doesn't mean we've identical personalities.  My sister
and I like swapping because our husbands are different too,
and, just as a form of variety, it's nice to have Max all
excited and eager to slam into a woman he's not married to.
It's exciting, even though our bodies are so much alike, and
Bette and I like the variation, too, because, when we go
back to our own husbands, it can take up to a week for the
excitement to finally wear off.  Oh, yeah, Bette and I each
love our husband, but there are times when we need them to
act crazy instead of always being gentle and gradual lovers.
We've even swapped with other couples who've remarked that
identical twins don't have sex identically, too, but we have
cut back on sharing outside.  We got bored with those who
were only casual partners because it was *only* about the
sex, the same old mating dance, and it was hard to become
emotionally attached to people you couldn't stay close to.
The two of you-- and, let me tell you, it's exciting to be
near you both-- are loving and lovable, so, it feels good
to be around you, and it feels like it's more than just sex,
too.  Which is one reason we'd like you both to join our
little circle."

After what I saw and experienced last night I already knew I
wanted in, but the real question was with Gil, and he was
looking pale.  "Gil?"  I asked.  "Are you all right with
this?  There's some stuff I'd like to try that takes more
than one man, and, I think, both Bette and Bess would like
to have you make love to them."

He turned to me and said "I'm afraid.  I just *found* you
and I can't handle the thought of losing you..."

Bette reached across the table and took one of his hands and
I grabbed the other.  She told him "We're not interested in
breaking you two up, we want you both to be together.  There
ain't no way Bess or I want to throw off the proportions,
one way or another."

I felt Gil's hand trembling.  I squeezed his hand trying to
reassure him and told him "I am yours, darling... and _you_
are _mine_.  I ain't letting you out of my sight!"

His hand steadied down in mine as his eyes, as they gazed
into my own, starting out looking like they were full of his
fears, but, with me showing my love for him, his eyes turned
adoring.  I really adored that look of adoration.  My pussy
was now fully awake and I was glad there was a thick towel
under me to soak up the juices that tickled as they ran out
of me.

He sighed.  "All right, but, Hon, I worry about you getting
pregnant by someone other than me.  I know, I know, I'm so
very selfish to think this way, but..."

I shushed him with my other hand.  "Don't worry, Mark and
Max will wear condoms when they're in my pussy, OK?"

He looked relieved as he nodded.  "Yes, sweetheart, that's
good.  I can handle it better, then."

At this point Mark spoke up, telling us "Well, as far as I
can tell, Max and I are both, for the most part, effectively
sterile.  We're not sure why, but our sperm counts are very
*damn* low, though they ain't zero.  Sadly, none of us have
had children, and Bess *can't*, at least, not any more."

Owwww.

"So, yeah, condoms will be used.  Fortunately we do carry
them with us."

I nodded, Gil nodded.

Mark continued with "Though, right now, it might be a good
idea to get another load from Gil into your womb, Tommie,
just to make sure there's a Gil or Tommie junior in there,
stat."

With this suggestion we cleaned up the table and helped fold
it up and out of the way so that Gil could be seated in the
middle of the bench seat.  I was then directed to sit on his
lap with his cock going into my pussy.

I was startled when I was told to have my back to him, so I
did so.

I was still very juicy when I started to slide down onto
Gil, and, on reaching full penetration, I found both Max and
Mark at my breasts-- well, nipples, given I didn't have real
tits-- licking and sucking on them which put me into orbit
right away.  In a later moment of lucidity when I was coming
down from a long, hard, orgasm, I saw Bess licking my slit
and, triggering my next hard spasm, kissing my clit.

I am not certain if I was in synchronous orbit or not when
Gil shot off his load deep inside of me, but, as I felt the
spasms of his cock spraying my cervix with more
life-starting seed, the climax I was feeling got pushed up
to cislunar space.

I was happy.

Hearing Gil cry out his love for me?  Priceless.

I hope I didn't deafen anyone when I cried out my love.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

I was startled to discover we were getting help in the form
of both men sucking on Tommie's nipples and Bess working her
warm tongue over Tommie's clit, vulva, the bottom of my dick
and my balls.  I'm not sure but it seemed like Tommie was in
a continuous orgasm.

Even with the fact that I was getting help you'd better know
that I was insufferably pleased with how pleasable my lover
is and how close we had come to our hosts.

We finished as we shouted out our love for each other.

The recovery period took time, more for Tommie than I, as
she sat on my lap with about as much muscle tone as a limp
rag.

As Tommie came down, Bette asked her "Have you always been
able to come that hard?"

Between pants, Tommie answered her with "I didn't find out
about myself that way until yesterday" before she turned her
head to smile at me.  She got a kiss for that.

Once Tommie and I had fully recovered,  we all adjourned to
the forward cabin where the large bed was, and, and...

I watched as Max lay down on the bed, his stiff organ waving
in the air, as he handed a condom to Tommie.  Mark had to
explain to her how to unwrap it and roll it onto Max's hard
dick.  Once that was done, she climbed on top of him and I
saw her slide down onto him.

"This doesn't feel as good as Gil does, we'll have to try
this without a rubber once we know I'm pregnant."

Bette asked her "Are you sure, dear?"

Tommie moaned out "Yesssss...  I like feeling full, this is
pretty good, but I wanna know..."

I lay there watching as Mark worked more lubricating jelly
into Tommie's butt, working gently and stretching her with
his fingers.  I was learning a lot about what I should have
done with her just an hour or two before, though she didn't
seem to have any problem.  Seeing Mark sawing two fingers in
and out of my lover's butt was exciting as I heard both Max
and Tommie moan.

Given that I was paying so much attention to the touches my
Tommie was getting, I was surprised to feel and hear the
slurp as Bess sucked my not-quite-flaccid dick into her
mouth as Bette pushed me flat on the bed.

Knowing that it must taste like my sperm and Tommie's juices
I was surprised that she'd do that, but, she swung her pussy
over to where I could get at it and I started licking away
at her swollen lips that framed her slit.

I spent some of my time experimenting as I catalogued the
differences between Tommie's pussy and Bess'.  Despite her
attention to my dick, I was able to concentrate on all of
her parts because it was going to take my dick some time to
fully re-charge.

That's when I heard Tommie call out to me "Gil!  This is so
wonderful!  I love you!  I love you, too, Max!  And you,
Mark!"  My resolve took seconds to stiffen, almost choking
Bess with how quickly I went to full erection.  It felt very
strange when she swallowed the tip of my dick, an extremely
*good* kind of strange.

The next surprise for me was when Bess pulled her pussy away
from my face and rotated a bit, and Bette climbed up to
straddle my face, giving me a good shot at licking her.  If
it weren't for her sizeable assets residing on her chest, we
would have had an easier time with getting our eyes to meet.

I heard a whimper as Bess shifted and slid down onto my now
solid erection and slowly stroked it, doing some rotations.
Bette was getting benefit from my tongue and she pulled up
my hands and placed them on her breasts.

Don't tell Tommie, all right?  As much as I love to give
Tommie's nipples attention, having substantial tits in my
hands that I could knead and work over added to my
excitement.

What is perhaps a horrible irony is that Bette, while she
enjoyed the attention to her breasts and nipples, seemed to
be less sensitive to the attention as Tommie'd been.  It was
like sensitivity was highest in the women with the smallest
breasts.

I have to admit that I still found this all very exciting
and I was well into this adventure when the Bette and Bess
each reached a climax and then swapped ends.

Now I'll admit to usually being uncomfortable with anything
that sounds even vaguely homosexual, but, given how excited
I was, I had not a thought in my brain that I was licking a
pussy that had just been on top of my dick, even if I hadn't
come into her.  What I did was use my mouth on Bess' pussy
and my hands on her tits the way Bette had gotten.

Bess' thighs muffled the sounds of ecstacy on the other side
of the bed but I heard enough as all three of us went off
simultaneously, my dick spasming my load into Bette.

All six of us managed to cuddle-- there wasn't any room for
anybody to *not* be in contact-- and listen to the rain.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

I felt wonderful, cuddled up between the two men who'd shown
me as much consideration as Gil, and I felt a surge of love
seeing him cuddled up between the two women.  It didn't take
much for me to tell that everyone was well on their way to
fading into a nap.

There was no way for me, in my contented state, to avoid
joining the majority in a nap.

The rest of the day wasn't quite non-stop sex, as Max and
Mark weren't able to regain their erections as quickly and
easily as Gil could, and, I discovered, Viagra and other
medications like it were contraindicated given their medical
history and complications.

As the day wore on, Gil took longer and longer to reach a
climax, so there were times when we had him rotate along all
three of us women.  What was really good was that both Mark
and Max could join in, though they were always careful to
wear condoms when they reached me.  During the day, Gil had
managed to pump a load into me three more times and twice
into Bette.

We all slept together that night, a sleep of exhaustion.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

When we all awakened the next day after what felt like a
whole day-long orgy, my dick was too sore for further use
and even Tommie told me she was sore "down there" too, so we
knew it was time to slack off a bit.

Getting advice from our hosts, who were _also_ feeling the
pain, was easy to take.  Our day of rest was, well...

I still don't have the words for how I felt, it doesn't go
into words.  We spent the day doing work around their boat,
touching, hugging and snuggling as the sunny day progressed.

A sunny day where we also enjoyed the physical attention of
having sun-screen applied and the pleasure of applying it to
a lover.

Tommie and I rowed back to her-- well, "our", I guess-- boat
for some work over there, with Mark and Bette joining us as
Max and Bess took a nap.

We had a good talk.  A lot of it didn't reassure me but I
found Tommie's looks of equal anxiety reassuring.  Learning
that it is almost impossible for any one person to fulfill
all of our partner's emotional needs was, well, upsetting,
but the explanation that we need to be reasonably open with
each other and flexible in our relationship did sink in.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                          *Tommie*

It was hard to think that I couldn't be everything for Gil.

He seemed dismayed that it worked the other way, too, in
that he couldn't be everything for *me*, too, which almost
broke my heart right there.

Bette's explanations of how we needed to recognize that we
would *always* have parts of our natures that wouldn't fit
well with each other seemed clear and made sense at the
time, despite flying in the face of all of the "happily ever
after" endings to fairy tales.

Mark told us:  "Marriage is work.  It isn't an entitlement,
either, though there are a lot of people who believe it is.
Each of you is going to evolve as you learn more things
about each other.  Max calls it the Heisenberg Theory
Applied to Relationships, people change as they react to
each other, just by existing in the same space.  Marriage is
also fun, too, but you *have* to be open to it and not set
down rules and limits.  As all six of us discovered, we each
cover different needs in each other.  I'm looking forward to
continuing our relationship, too."

I looked around at my three current companions.  "So, is
this about swapping?"

Bette shook her head, "No, dear, that's only a small part of
the whole picture.  He has to allow you to talk to other
people and to have friends, just as you have to be trusting
of him.  As long as you deal with each other truthfully, up
front, even straying occasionally won't be a real problem.
It's when one of you feels like your partner is going to
judge you that things come apart, as secrets accumulate.  If
there isn't a lot of acceptance and understanding, well, no
marriage is strong when it's been fragmented."

Gil and I looked at each other.  Could I ever hide anything
from him?  Or him from me?

Mark jumped in, saying "I see you looking at each other.  I
know what you're thinking, there's that little edge of doubt
in your eyes.  Many things may not be said between the two
of you which will be because they're effectively invisible
to the person who know them, but, really, the historical
part of knowing each other isn't a problem.  It's the *new*
secrets that are the problem, like an abcess, providing a
reservoir of infection, eating away at the trust."

Bette jumped in to illustrate this.  "Y'see, if Tommie felt
lust for someone else and hid it from Gil, worried that he
wouldn't love or respect her any more, it'd fester.  Same
thing with Gil.  It's a matter of emotions, and, often, how
we feel that we'd be judged as 'wrong' for feeling it.  You
both already know something about having sex with people
other than each other, so, how do you feel?"

Gil's eyes met mine.  His seemed to be soft and gentle as
they looked into mine, melting into that look of adoration I
had fallen in love with.

Mark chuckled.  "You are such mirrors to each other, did you
know that?  Remember this look, this is your relationship's
self-test.  If, for any reason, you don't easily fall into
this kind of gaze, one-- if not both-- of you has a problem
you're afraid to express to your partner.  Right now you're
both so fresh, clean... and *new* to each other that there's
no abrasions, no scrapes, no emotional wounds, no bleeding,
so this is a baseline of *perfection*."

Gil and I smiled at each other, our eyes lever leaving the
other's as we listened.  It was strange to realize how much
our comfort with each other could be expressed so clearly
this way.

Well, I was in love, what do you expect?  But knowing that
there was a working "love gauge" I could check certainly
appealed to my mind, and, given Gil's work specialization,
likely to his as well.

When Mark and Bette left us we organized my boat better,
re-stowing the gear that had been blocking the dinette.  We
worked together on dinner and I was pleased to discover my
future husband was competent enough cooking though he had a
ways to go before he'd be comfortable in the galley.

I'll admit I laughed when he disbelieved that we could cook
up a meal whilst under weigh.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

                           *Gil*

Dinner was a wonderful time for us.  We started out sitting
opposite each other but that didn't last long before we were
side-by-side, each of us eating with just one hand.

Clean-up was quick, allowing us time to sit under the bimini
and drink some more water, watching the sun set.

Having a woman-- my woman!-- cuddled up to my side felt like
I finally *belonged*.  Just as much as I could call her "my"
woman, I knew that I was *hers*, just as certainly.

Some of my co-workers talk about a trap.  There were aspects
to this where I felt "tied down", but, considering how I'd
been floating adrift through life, it felt good to *finally*
have an anchor, allowing me to stand.