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This is a continuation of the true story about one of the most
memorable, pleasurable and important experiences of my
life. 


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It was now about 1 month after we had our first true sexual
experience together and the intricacies were stilled being
played out.  We had not all made love together again,
although Carol and I still played out our passion on a regular
basis.  In this story Carol made it clear she was happy if Julie
joined us, but on her terms and not until  when she was
ready.  Read on.....

I have owned several boats and this is set on a 38 foot long
cruiser which I bought for fun and semi-serious deep sea
fishing and diving. I did a lot of scuba diving and introduced
both the girls (Carol and Julie) to the sport,  which led to
them becoming keen certified open water divers.  We used
the boat a lot, often just having dinner or spending a night on
the water without even moving it from the anchorage. We
also had great parties on it. One of the more memorable
times we had together happened on the boat one Tuesday.  

We all had the day off and decided to go diving at a location
we regularly visited. The weather was nice but a fresh wind
had brought up a steep chop which made the first part of our
trip really bumpy.   None of us felt it was imperative we dived
that day, so after being at sea and getting tossed about for
twenty minutes or so we decided to go back and find a nice,
calm, sunny spot out of the wind. We headed up river until
reaching a bay which is secluded and very quiet on
weekdays.

The temperature was pleasantly warm, unusually high for
autumn (fall). Once we were in the river system and the
water became calm the girls went onto the foredeck to lie in
the sun.  The foredeck sits in front of and below the bridge
(the control station on top of the cabin) so I was slightly
above and behind the girls.  When diving in cooler conditions
we all wore lycra body suits under our wet suits for a little
extra warmth. For comfort we usually didn't wear swimming
costumes under the body suits and the girls looked really
great lying in the sun as the lycra tightly hugs every curve. 

Julie was on her back and I could clearly see her nipples
were erect from the breeze.  Carol was lying on her stomach
but the curve and swell of her bum was just as alluring as the
sight of Julie's  hard little bumps and soon I was watching the
girls more than where I was steering us.  Soon I had to swap
my lycra suit for a pair of loose shorts as the lycra isn't
comfortable when my cock begins to harden.

Not long after Julie got up and went into the cabin to get us
all drinks.  When passing mine up to the bridge she had to
half climb the ladder, which placed her head just above floor
level as she put the glass on the deck.  The glance at my
tented crotch and ensuing smile meant she had seen the
semi hard-on I had lying down one leg of my shorts.

Carol had fallen asleep in the sun and Julie sat down beside
her facing toward me (looking towards the back of the boat)
and sipped her drink for a few minutes.  My attention passed
from the girls to steering us round a channel marker and next
time I looked Julie had stripped off her suit and lay down on
her back.  

She was really very pretty, a natural blonde and well
proportioned.  By now I had seen her naked a few times but,
as the relationship was somewhat uncharted and we were
still exploring each others character and sensitivities, I had
never taken the opportunity to study her closely.   I had not
really looked at the beauty of her naked form except in a
fairly discrete way. This time however I had a good long stare
and although I knew she was attractive it was only now I
realised just how beautiful she was. 

Although I had known of her for a few years (seen her at
clubs, etc) I never really got to know her until our little peek a
boo thing started and even then I never seriously spoke to
her for quite a while.  In the last few weeks it had become
common knowledge she was living with Carol and I. The
guys in my circle of friends were somewhat surprised and
told me that Julie had quite a reputation. In short, she was
regarded as being an attractive yet unapproachable bitch. 

By the time Julie and I had started speaking regularly we
were automatically friendly and flirting toward each other.
After all, with what we had been doing, the flirting was not out
of place. So I never knew the bitch side of Julie except for
listening to guys complain how she had rejected them.  This I
thought was just part of the usual pride repairing repertoire of
the ego damaged male.  Something I knew all too well.

As I found out later in our relationship Julie was very self-
conscious of being pretty and was quite unhappy that she
drew men like bees to honey. She was smart, witty and
beautiful and this intimidated a lot of guys who thought she
would be a nice trophy fuck and not prepared to deal with the
whole woman. So she developed a reputation of being a
stuck-up bitch and unapproachable.  

I never personally experienced the bitch side of her, but I did
see her get rid of unwanted admirers with nothing more than
a look.  She could have cut a hole in concrete with some of
the looks she directed at guys who were obviously hoping to
score with her.  Looking back now I think she probably
overdid the "drop dead loser" attitude she sometimes
adopted and I can understand why some guys disliked her. 
Even though I was aware of this, she was beautiful to me as
a person before I knew she was also stunningly pretty.
Perhaps this is why we hit it off so well.

To be fair to Carol, from my perspective she was just as
beautiful as Julie.  When you love someone you don't pay
much attention to the outside, especially when you live with
them and see them everyday.  Carol was attractive in a way
that didn't compete with Julie.  They complemented each
other and I never compared them in a physical sense.

OK, back to the story.  My study of Julie's gorgeous form
quickly had me fully hard and as I couldn't be seen by either
girl or anyone else I began to idly stroke my cock, the
physical feeling complementing the enjoyment of looking at
her.  Although it felt good I had no intention of coming from
this private sexual interlude and  I also didn't want either girl
to know I was getting off from watching them without their
permission.  Funny as it might seem, I felt guilty at what I was
doing because I loved and respected them, but a hard cock
is hard to ignore.

As any girl must know, if she lies naked in front of a guy he is
going to look at her. So I was sure Julie took off her suit
knowing full well I could, and would look at her.  After all she
was only six feet away.  

Julie and I hadn't played our special peek a boo game for
quite a while.  The warm sun, tranquil setting and the glimpse
of my hard cock had put Julie in a playful mood and as I
wistfully gazed at her she drew her legs up and apart,
exposing her pussy to me in a way that could only mean she
knew I was watching.  Julie has a cute little thatch of dark
blonde pubic hair in the normal place but she naturally has
little hair along the sides of her pussy, the sight is so sensual
and erotic to see her lips thicken and change shape as she
becomes aroused. 

The speed of my cock stroking increased as I could see her
lips were definitely flaring and thickening, beginning to slightly
gape and expose the sheen of wetness on the pink petals
deeper within.  She stayed like this for a minute or so,
probably just to make sure she had my attention, then she
brought her right hand over and slowly started to slip her
middle finger up and down her lips, spreading the wetness up
and over her clit and outer flesh. In a slow and relaxed
manner she began to use a hand motion that brought her
fingers right around and over her pussy, splitting her lips and
letting me see every detail. There was no doubt she was
giving me a very special private show.

We stayed like this for at least ten minutes. Slowly stroking
ourselves and enjoying this special time together. 
Unfortunately we arrived at the bay and with some reluctance
we had to leave off our little game to anchor the boat.  

The sound of the anchor chain woke Carol who quickly
noticed the very prominent bulge in my shorts and Julie's
naked glow.  Just as quickly she assumed we had been
making love next to her and was not convinced we hadn't
been even when told otherwise.   Before Carol got too angry
Julie playfully said there was an easy way to tell if we had
been naughty without her.  Carol made it clear she wasn't
convinced.

We sat on the foredeck and Julie reached out and placed my
hand against Carol's lips and with a little resistance gently
pushed a finger into her mouth. She told Carol to remember
the taste. Next she drew a finger along her pussy and traced
it across Carol's lips and told her to taste it too, which she did
with a giggle.  Julie removed her hand and placed it back on
her pussy where she resumed the long slow strokes over her
cunt and clit.  Carol's eyes followed her hand down as did
mine before rising to look at each other. With a smile Julie
asked Carol if they tasted the same and Carol shook her
head.

My cock was fit to burst and Julie left off her stroking to pull
me to my feet and remove my shorts.  Holding my cock out
she drew Carol onto her knees and asked her to see if it
tasted like her fingers did.  Julie's fingers couldn't make it all
the way around the thickness of my shaft and as Carol drew
her lips around my cock head Julie slipped her fingers along
my penis.  The feeling of Carols mouth engulfing my
hardness just behind Julies fingers was a truly mind blowing
sensation. Once Carol had a mouth full of my cock Julie
disappeared behind me and I closed my eyes.  Carol started
sucking me in a semi-slow non-rhythmic manner, intended to
give pleasure but not make me come. I could tell she was
wondering what was going to happen next, so was I in a far
off sort of way.

About thirty seconds later Carol drew a quick deep breath
and began a more rapid and rhythmic bob on my penis,
wrapping as much of her hand around as she could and
sliding it in time with her mouth.  Her saliva made my pole
slippery and hot and soon it was hard to tell her hand and
mouth were separate.  I thought she had resigned herself to
giving me a quick head job and then getting down to more
serious love making after I had spent my initial load. 
Eventually I looked down and as my cock slid from between
her lips on the out-stroke I could see Julie had slid under
Carol and was eating her through the lycra suit.  Carol
groaned around my cock as Julie zeroed in on her clit, her
head nodding rapidly up and down as her tongue raked
Carol's smoothly covered cunt.  Carol can come very quickly
if she is aroused and stimulated firmly and relentlessly and
especially when making love spontaneously.

Looking over Carol's shoulder I could see Julie had resumed
rubbing her clit and lips.  The tempo of her fingers seemed to
match the bobbing of her head in Carol's crotch and Carol's
head and fingers kept time as they moved along my cock. 
Within a few minutes Carol began to move up and down on
me in a way that meant she was going to come soon. The
rapid, regular bobbing of Carol's mouth on my cock and the
sight of Julie's wet, glistening pussy, made even more
exciting by an occasional peek of her clit as her fingers slid
over and around it, meant I was also going to come very
soon.

Carol was content for me to come in her mouth but she
usually let it leak out around the corners, swallowing as little
as possible, which is fine by me.  This time however, despite
my warning I was about to come she didn't slow or change
her motion. I came in powerful waves and I don't think a drop
was spilt.  Seconds later, my cock buried deeper in her
mouth than it had ever been before Carol started to come
too.  

Orally impaled on my shaft I felt the roof of her mouth bear
down on me as she literally collapsed into orgasm.  Her face
was taught with the pleasure-pain of intense sexual release
as she held her breath for those few seconds that somehow
seem like forever.  As she took a huge breath I slumped to
my knees and held her, my legs astride the top of Julie's
head. Through holding Carol and feeling her response I could
tell Julie's tongue was now lapping at a slower pace.

Initially I held Carol with my eyes closed, sharing her orgasm
as best I could.  When I opened them again I looked down
and behind her to see Julie's lower half spread out on the
deck, her fingers and pussy glistening in the warm sunlight. 
As I watched, her hips rolled back a little and her fingers
danced their delightful ballet up, down and around.  I could
see and almost feel how close she was and I held Carol
tightly so neither of us moved and broke Julie's
concentration.  I am always in awe of a woman's orgasm and
watching Julie this time was extra special.  Slowly she rotated
her hips, pulled her stomach in and thrust her pelvis up.  Her
fingers slowed to match time with the  contractions of her
orgasm, stopping and starting as she played herself to a
perfect crescendo of pleasure.  As the pink flush rose across
her hips she stopped stroking herself and pulled her lips
tightly back, fully exposing her clitoris which was pink-white,
shiny and prominent, before pushing down and back on it
with one unmoving finger.  She stayed like this until she
returned from the bliss of orgasm and began to relax.  After
removing her hand from her sex she slid out from under
Carol and looked up at me.  I smiled at her, closed my eyes
again and hugged Carol for a while longer.

After a little while we all snuggled up with our heads in each
others laps and enjoyed the sun. Eventually we went inside to
get lunch and started to chat in general. Although she was
outwardly happy I somehow felt Julie was a little reserved.
When Julie went below to get something I asked Carol if she
noticed anything amiss and she said she thought something
wasn't quite right either. Over lunch and as we cleared up it
was obvious she wasn't her usual self and Carol and I asked
her what was wrong. 

It took a long while and a lot of gentle coaxing before Julie
finally opened up and told us she loved us both. She didn't
understand how or why. She also knew we could not love her
back the same way. She started to cry a little and I must
admit I could feel my heart melting for the petite blonde and I
wanted nothing more than to cuddle her cares away and tell
her I loved more than anything or anyone in the world ever
could.  But I couldn't cuddle her and say that, at least not
under the circumstances. I truly loved Carol and the wrong
words or actions would have hurt her greatly.  So I sat there
and said nothing while my mind raced for the best thing to do. 
Keeping my head was difficult and while I was trying to think
of something nice and comforting to say Carol slid beside
Julie and wrapped her arms around her, kissed her hair and
whispered comfort.  As much as I wanted to hold them both
the look I was getting from Carol over Julie's shoulder didn't
give me a clue as to what to do.  So I leant over and held one
hand from each girl, squeezing gently to show my support.

After a few minutes Julie straightened up, brushed her hair
back and said sorry for her outburst and that she was going
to lie down for a while.  Carol and I both forgave her of
course and kissed her on the cheeks.  I looked in on her after
a while and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully.  Her hair
was slightly splayed on the pillow and as I quietly watched
her I felt she looked as vulnerable as a child. I closed her
door on the way out and sat out in the back of the boat with
Carol.

Soon we were talking about Julie and inevitably about our
little tryst on the deck earlier that day. Carol said she knew
Julie was in love with me and asked how I felt about it.  I sat
back to think out a reply and Carol moved over and sat in my
lap.  She said not to think, she wanted a gut reaction to what
Julie had said.

Her attitude said a lot.  She really wanted to know and was
ready to deal with anything I threw at her.  She was a pretty
down to earth girl and knew waiting and wondering would
hurt more than a straight answer given now. So I told her I
loved her and that I loved Julie.  I explained long and
carefully to Carol how I loved them both in a similar but
different way, how Julie would not take her place in my heart
and how I would never hurt her.  I explained that even how
attractive Julie was I wouldn't do anything with her unless I
had Carol's permission to do so.  She listened quietly, kissed
me when I finished and moved back to her own chair.  I was
expecting questions but surprised when the first ones arrived. 


What did I think Julie thought of her? 
What did she mean when she said she loved us both? 

I could only guess what Carol was thinking and no reply was
probably better than a mistake, so I shrugged my shoulders
and asked what she thought about Julie instead.

Carol looked at me in surprise.  Then she sat back and
looked at the bush covered hills leading down to the mirror
smooth water and after a few seconds said she didn't know. 
She said she loved Julie as a best-girlfriend, but it was
something more than that which she couldn't put into words
yet.  I asked if she was bothered by her response to Julie's
touch earlier today and she said no, she wasn't bothered but
she had no interest in Julie in a one on one situation.  

Suddenly Carol looked at me and asked if I wanted to fuck
Julie.  I was too stunned to think of an answer and she took
that as an affirmative response. I was going to say yes but
stuck for words, not wanting to hurt Carol.   

Eventually I said I wanted "us" to fuck Julie.  I told Carol that
Julie could have joined me on the bridge when Carol was
asleep but she hadn't.  I reminded her that Julie had initiated
the sex that morning and had touched me for only briefest
time and that neither of us did anything for her. So far Julie
had been on the receiving end of only her own touch and that
wasn't fair if it continued.

Carol was, as could reasonably be expected, a little up-tight
about any change to what was an overall quite satisfactory
relationship for her.  But to her credit she knew it was unfair
to Julie and that things had to change if we were to all remain
or become lovers. I asked her if she loved Julie, not as a
sexual partner but whether she really loved her. 

To my surprise Carol reacted a little angrily this time ,
declaring with some indignation she wasn't a lesbian.  I told
her I didn't think she was, that I thought our relationship was
fed by the energy we all generated together and not by
homosexual tendencies.  What we had could be truly unique
and I did not want it to be categorised as lesbian or bi or any
other term.  I never thought either of the girls were lesbians
or even bi-sexual, we just shared something special together. 
I didn't ask her about her love for Julie again and dived in for
a swim to change the subject.

Julie awoke soon after and we spent a quiet and uneventful
night on the boat, anchored in our beautiful bay.  We ate,
watched a video and went to sleep without making love and I
dreamed a haunting mix of love, lust, justification and work. 
Next morning I awoke to the pleasant feeling of a full
erection. I had been hard for quite a while and knew from
experience that although a pee would help my hard-on
subside, only sexual relief would really quell the horniness
deep in my psyche that morning. Carol opened her eyes and
after focusing on the tented sheet gave a mischievous smile
and asked what on earth did I do with that "thing" before she
was around.

Smiling back I said I would show her if she liked.  In reply she
threw me the bottle of massage oil from the night stand and
sat up with a look that said "go ahead if you dare".  I really
enjoy masturbating and my cock grew harder at the prospect
of sharing this intimate act with her.  After pushing the covers
down with my feet I liberally applied the oil all around the
shaft and head of my straining penis.  The feel of my hand as
I firmly stroked up and around its hardness was as welcome
as if one of the girls was doing it and I settled down to a long,
slow sensuous rhythm that I knew would build me slowly and
relentlessly to climax.  Carol alternately shifted her gaze from
my slick masturbation to my face, obviously aroused but too
fascinated to do other than watch me. I also alternated
between watching my hand slip the length of my cock and
Carol's face, enjoying her surprise and captivation. I noticed
her lift one leg into a bent position and I unconsciously began
to visualise her labia swelling and moistening, beginning to
separate as the position of her leg drew them apart.  This
was pushing me toward the edge and I quickly asked if she
wanted me to come now or did she want to help.  She looked
at me and said she wanted to watch me come, wanted to see
me come from my own hand. Her face was flushed and I
knew her pussy must be wet.  As I glanced down toward her
nether regions to see if I could detect the tell tale movement
of fingers I couldn't hold back and erupted streams of hot
white semen onto my abdomen.  As I come I like to make
small jerking motions just below the head of my penis.  This
makes the head very large and prominent before post
orgasmic relaxation sets in.  Leaning over she kissed me
tenderly and said "Thank you, that was very special".  I
offered to attend to her obvious need with my fingers or
tongue but to my surprise she said no, and asked if I could
leave her alone for a little while.

I guessed she wanted the privacy to masturbate and as
much as I wanted to stay and watch I left the stateroom
(bedroom) for the galley (kitchen). While waiting for the kettle
to boil I couldn't help myself and sneaked back to the
doorway to peek.  Sure enough she was lying under the
covers on her back, eyes closed, legs wide apart and her
hand plainly stroking her vulva. I quietly left her alone once
again.

About ten minutes later she joined me in the galley for tea. I
knew that "cat with the cream" look meant she was still
buzzing and let her enjoy the post orgasmic glow without
distraction.  Gradually she came back to ground and looking
at me seriously said she had thought about Julie last night
while I was asleep.  With only a questing glance from me,
Carol elaborated on how she went from almost crying to
finally feeling she could accept Julie and I becoming more
intimate.  Carol said she had thought about Julie and I having
intercourse, and as hard as she tried to accept the thought, it
still hurt to think about it.  I kissed her and held her close as I
could feel she was emotionally fragile about this.  

To be fair to Carol she was in quite a difficult position.
Presently she had the physical and spiritual love from both
Julie and I, plus the emotional reinforcement that came from
knowing that I was still hers alone in that special way. 
Something that would be really hard to share and I must
admit I too felt it was a big step into the emotional unknown. 
We agreed to think it through, discuss it when necessary and
try to make a decision as soon as possible, and also not to
tell Julie anything just yet.

We snuggled together on the seat and through her silk night
shirt I could feel her nipple hardening under my arm.  Not
sure if it was arousal or the cool air I began to kiss her neck
and shoulders with a gentle affection that could lead either
way, but my cock began firming in hope it was arousal I could
feel. Suddenly she stood up and lifted the night shirt over her
head and dropped it on the floor.  With a smile she turned
and bent over to lean on the seat on the other side of the
galley with her legs splayed. The suddenness of this display
of her desire and the sight of her wetness brought me to full
erection in seconds and I knew she wanted me inside her
right then and there.  Without a word I stood behind and
slipped into her velvet tunnel, the first and second strokes
spreading the slippery juices along my shaft, the third stroke
being right to the hilt of my burgeoning cock. We fucked hard
and fast for two or three minutes before I reached around
and began to stroke her clit in time with the plunging of my
cock. I could feel it pressing on the front wall of her vagina,
up and under the length of her clitoris and into the depths
beyond .  In this position and at this stage of arousal her
clitoris was very long and very hard, not having drawn back
under her hood at all.  I was able to gently tease it between
my fingers, rubbing her lips up where they joined her shaft as
I fucked with a ferocity that seemed to drive her wild with
passion.  After what seemed like only two minutes she
arched her back and let forth great shuddering breaths that
racked her body.  Her legs were shaking and being impaled
on my cock was all that kept her from falling to the floor.  Her
orgasm was powerful and the clenching of her vagina around
my penis and the feel of her clitoris under my fingers
triggered my own climax.  Neither one of us was able to
move for what seemed like eons.
 
Julie slept in the forward stateroom and we had slept in the
aft one (on boats bedrooms are called staterooms). There
isn't enough room for three to sleep together comfortably
even if we had wanted to.  She hadn't heard our morning
activities and slept on until waking about an hour later. 

As the morning progressed I could tell Carol was
preoccupied and as lunch time rolled around it was becoming
clear she had made a decision of some sort. With a surge of
impatience I hoped it would not be long before she acted
upon it or at least shared what was on her mind.


End of Part 4 (though there was only going to be 3 parts)

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