This is an act of fiction; any similarity to persons real is coincidental.
All sexual activity is of persons 18 years or older.
Enjoy.
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Introduction
My virgin years (no sexy bits)
It was the summer of my 16th year when I was so bored with city life that my parents took me to my aunt and uncle's lake home and dropped me off for a break from the city heat. Their house was on a lakeside lot so the St. Augustine grass was a lush green from the sprinkler system pumping water from the lake daily, a gentle slope from the house to the water with cottonwood trees providing light shade and leaves rustling from the ever present breeze of the lake provided a stark contract from the dead air, heat soaked concrete, browned grass and excessive heat of the city.
In this pristine environment there was little to do, except a small Sunfish sailboat that was little more than a big surfboard with a single sail and a foot well that could barely accommodate two.
What I thought would be a really boring three weeks turned out to be a lot of fun, my uncle teaching me how to sail, soon I was sailing on my own about a mile down the lake to a public beach daily where the tourists and local's hung out.
The next summer, (now 17) I was told my uncle bought a slightly larger open bow sailboat, and invited me out for the month leading up to the Fourth of July, by now my thoughts were about all the girls I had seen on the beach the year before and the last month before vacation passed by like waiting for Christmas. Still a scrawny awkward kid I had not hit my teenage growth spurt yet, during that summer, I succeeded at becoming a better sailor but had no luck with any of the girls on the public beach. At the end of summer I was still a virgin with not even a kiss to my credit.
It was the fall and winter of my 17th year when I suddenly grew and filled out, reaching a good 6'2" and 185 lbs. I started working out to get a chiseled in shape look. Girls were constantly on my mind but I was still a virgin as I reached my 18th birthday just prior to summer vacation. True to form, my uncle bought another slightly larger 25 foot sloop with a cabin and folding swim deck aft. I took this as great news, because this afforded me a private place to take my (18 year old and older) imaginary beach conquests.
I hoped that my improved physique residing acne and brand new sailboat would be the winning combination for the upcoming summer.
Chapter 1 - My 18th summer.
Now that I was of legal age, as were the girls of my fantasies at the beach, it was a big change from previous summers. "Sailboat rides" became popular, and it usually lead to some making out, blow job, or even getting laid on a fairly regular basis. Most of the young ladies that took me up on the sailboat ride offer were college girls in the 18- 22 age group but there were a few older takers in their late 20's and early 30's that really taught me some lessons on how to please women that I will be ever grateful too.
Without doubt, there is always a general consensus of who the best looking and most attractive woman in any group. These are the women that all the guys want and cannot help but stare at, however if they are with another woman they steal glances when the woman they are with are not looking or if they are single, do not have the nerve to approach directly because getting shot down in public is just too humiliating.
The unobtainable top of the food chain of available pussy of all the beach had to be the identical twin sisters Lana and Lisa Landers. Frequently there, they were way out of my league and a few years older than me. There are times when even afar, you know you are being watched, and even talked about. Simply glancing over from time to time I would catch them brazenly looking at me with a potential conquest and talking to each other giggling about who knows what. I, just like every other guy on the beach seemed to sense the danger of humiliation that would come with approaching them so most of the summer was spent chasing other young ladies but in off hours I wondered about these moments.
I was having pretty good luck with tourists, and even an occasional local, but the Landers twins ate at my mind. I still thought I did not have chance at either one of them but I decided not to let them fluster me anymore.
I had formulated a plan but it was a few days before the conditions were right. I arrived early when the beach was pretty much empty and Lisa and Lana were already there in one of their favorite spots. The twins were in the shade up away from the water in one of their favorite spots where they could people watch the whole beach. I simply walked up to them with three beers offering each one as I sat down next to them without asking permission.
My strategy was to act as if I had known them for years and maybe to include them in my fun as "wing women" in my pursuits. At best this would give me more status on the beach, at worst it would cost a couple beers and I would be shot down on a nearly empty beach.
"Pretty dead today." I said waiting for a reply, they looked at each other one raised an eyebrow at the other and they looked back.
"It is early." she replied. The other one had placed the two beers in their cooler and was quietly watching the exchange.
Since they were identical twins, and there were no introduction I did not know which one I was talking too.
As if on a deadline, cars started showing up and people started walking onto the beach in random sized groups all scattering out to claim their perfect space.
We all watched a reasonably attractive single girl walking onto the beach carrying a towel and small cooler.
"Go get her stud," one of them said.
"Been there-done that," I replied with a grin.
The familiar giggle broke out; only this time I was a part of it, not the object of it.
The whole dynamic changed with the Landers twins in that instant.
Eventually a new tourist showed up- she looked to be in the 25-30 age group, I stood up and said bye and headed over. A few minutes later the married tourist and I were walking on the dock to the sailboat. To my surprise she wanted me not to take her out on the lake, but she went below and wanted me to stand in the companionway (door to below deck) and blow me right there at the dock. I looked around and even waved at the twins as her ministrations remained out of sight of everyone on the beach. I wondered if the twins knew what was happening just below deck, as the married tourist was swallowing the length of my cock with ease.
She paused, "You better hurry, my husband and daughter will be here soon" she said, immediately going back to work stroking and sucking my cock. I looked down watching her left hand and wedding ring pump my cock as she looked into my eyes. My cock never looked bigger and another mans' wedding ring stroking my cock it was really doing it for me.
I reached down with my right hand and wrapped it down her right check wrapping my fingers under her jaw and touching her throat. I used my hand to guide her face closer toward my cock; I could feel my cock stretching her throat as I released my load into her. She coughed ejecting my cock as I was still erupting spilling cum onto her chin, and breasts. She stopped suddenly and turned to find a towel to wipe herself as the last was dribbling from my cock, spilling onto the fiberglass floor.
"My husband might wonder where the cum stains came from," as she laughed a bit looking into my eyes once again...
"Do you see them yet?" She asked. I looked back at the beach and there was a man and a small girl looking around standing by her towel on the beach.
"Yep- they are at your towel looking around." I said.
"Shit- How can I get up there without them seeing?" she questioned.
"Don't hide it - Tell them you were checking out the boat because I was offering to take your family out for a one hour ride for $ 50.00," I replied.
"I don't know," she replied with a worried tone.
"Got any better ideas?" I asked.
"OK," she replied. She raised my shorts and I fastened them and stepped out of the companionway so she could emerge from the cabin.
The next hour was spent sailing the clueless husband, and daughter and the cheating wife around the lake.
Ironically, the husband tipped me $ 20.00 at the end of the ride.
The next day the Landers twins pressed me for details, but I stuck with "I don't kiss and tell," and after a while the conversation turned to the three of us picking my next conquest.
This pattern went on for the next week or so and then I felt comfortable enough to start turning my attention on the twins themselves. I wanted to land one of them on the boat for obvious reasons, it did not matter which one since they were identical, and to be honest I never quite knew who I was talking too... but they rebuked all my advances until the last day of the vacation. They finally said they would go only if both of them could come...
My previous experiences had taught me that two girls together equal no sex. I tried every possible way to convince them to go one at a time, however it was cut short when some friends of theirs came by to pick them up. I left to college the next day without even a kiss from the Landers twins. They did become a masturbatory favorite during college as I spilled my seed often thinking of them when better options were not available.
Chapter 2-Reuniting with Lana
