Senior year was winding down and my girlfriend of several months, Alice, and her best friend, Clara, had 18th birthdays close to each other. My buddy Chris was dating Clara, and, after Clara turned 18, he suggested we take his boat out to celebrate. Rich kid advantages. Chris and I had (and still have) earlier birthdays the the girls, and that played to our advantage, since guys mature a bit more slowly than women.
After school Chris and I went to the gym, as usual: I’d gotten into body building and the sexual opportunities that come with it, but he also wimped out on his workout, as usual, because he is no Arnold and not even a Robert Frank. But I sweated it out under the bar, grunting in the squat cage, kissing my biceps after the tricep extension.
You may think this is a story about the love of the gym and being swole, but no, it is not. Instead, after the gym we showered and met the girls at Chris’s place, where his family had a boat. Chris was a lovable dingaling, and I have no idea how a rich family like his produced an heir like him, but maybe he takes after the mailman? Whatever, he had pretty-boy-enough looks and had a sporty-enough exterior to do well. By late afternoon we’d mounted his boat and set out, Chris and I in board shorts and the girls in bikinis. It was late enough in the day to forego sunscreen, and I believe Chris and I had also silently agreed to worry about having anything that could irritate sensitive parts on our hands.
We chatted idly and most notably I spoke of my love for performing cunnilingus and techniques for doing so. Chris, I could tell, was not so keen, as Clara kept nudging him and giving him significant looks. Alice was a bit taken aback, as she was still working her way towards comfort about sex, having sex, and talking about sex. Aroused, she’d let forth a torrent of beautiful dirty talk and admonishments to fuck her harder, faster, and like the little slut she is. Both her and Clara were technically Mormons, complete with the weird morning youth group thing Mormons do, but horniness overrode Alice’s training and she had newly discovered a love of fucking, as shown by her encouragement: “Faster. Harder. Own me.”
After Alice came however many times she’d come, and after aftercare, she’d start rolling around, embarrassed and hiding her face, apologizing for and taking back all the things she’d said. We live in a profoundly sex-negative society, particularly where Mormons or other religious figures are involved, and I would tell her not to apologize and reassure her that dirty talk was hot. Regret lasted until she was horny again, which often happened within minutes. Alice’s collarbone areas were a particular erogenous zone for: lightly kissing them would lead to almost immediate moans and twitches. A little more would lead to convulsions. Lightly kissing her there and then slipping a hand in her panties would reveal an almost faucet-like wetness. Kiss the collarbone and the quim would wet. She’d quickly become even more sexually responsive than she was naturally. Touching any part of her intimate areas, whether labia, clitoris, or even just the mound, would increase her moaning and undulating.
I believe that Alice and Clara shared just about everything with each other, so they knew a lot about each other’s lives. Chris and I were tight. Alice and I had become tight, and I was inside her tight as often as I could. With Clara and me, it was like there was always a thin plastic film between us, and we could never connect properly.
So we were horsing around on Chris’s boat, near twilight. Alice was sitting on my lap and I needed to get up, so she stood up and stood aside. But I’d become quite aroused in her presence, and I was reluctant to stand. Clara called me out and wanted to know why I wasn’t going. I admitted to having an “Alice problem.” Everyone laughed and she said that was a compliment. I got up and hoped that my trouser tent wasn’t too embarrassing. Alice deliberately looked away and Clara deliberately stared.
Soon, either Chris or me announced it was time to skinny dip. We shucked our swimsuits posthaste, wanting to set a good example, and, before the girls could get a look at the dongs they weren’t familiar with, leapt into the water. Immediately, we began doing egg-beaters and keenly watching the boat, to see what the girls would do. I could tell Alice wasn’t properly keen to, but Clara shrugged and shucked. I don’t think looks are nearly as important as many of you seem to, but, if you have read this far, then know that Clara was, bodily speaking, the opposite of Alice. Huge tits, huge ass, wide-but-not-too-wide hips. Not fat at all: perfectly flat stomach and beautifully toned legs. Big, dick-sucking lips and a much larger nose. Closer to blonde than Alice. Alice was extremely thin: no bust, limited hips, but a few beautifully tight curves and a tawny, freckled face with brownish-blonde hair. She had a cat-like vibe, and she was self-conscious about her body, despite me telling her how hot she was and showing her how hot she was with my cock. She was also worried about her labia, and I told her they were lovely and caressed them with my tongue as often as feasible.
Clara jumped first, and Alice was caught. Part of her still didn’t want to, but we were all encouraging her to do it. Finally, she rid herself of her bikini and leap in, with us cheering her. In the water we pushed each other around some, and Alice and I made out a bit. Even for strong swimmers, it is not easy to stay in the water for long periods of time without life jackets, so we soon went back to the swim ladder and climbed up.
Back on the boat, we dried off and didn’t re-clothe. Without directly speaking of it, Alice and I began kissing, and so did Chris and Clara. Being teenagers, albeit all of legal age, the four of us were very quickly enmeshed in our activities. A little bit of time with Alice’s neck and collarbones had a predictable effect. Soon I picked her up and put her on her back on the back deck. I don’t know the proper terminology, but on small boats there’s typically a center wind glass screen, with a captain’s chair, steering wheel, and throttle on the starboard side. Port-side, there’s a passenger seat. In front, there are more seats, tapering towards the bow. The center of the boat is the lowest part, with a flat deck. Then, moving towards the rear of the boat, a sofa-style seat that can fit three to five or six, then a higher deck. Some boats have boarding mounts as well. This boat didn’t have a boarding mount, but it did have a broad and flat rear deck that was a good place for fucking.
I put Alice there and began going down on her. She immediately gapsed, moaned, and writhed like a possessed woman while I worked her clitoris and labia. Behind me, I heard Clara say she wanted Chris to do that to her. Chris’s competitive instincts were up, I bet, since he picked her up and put her next to Alice and dove in like he was going to get a pearl at the bottom of the ocean. He may have been a panzy in the gym but he seemed to be roused to a decent performance. He was too excited, though, because Clara yowled some from whatever he was doing and told him to slow down.
I pulled my head from the sticky action in Alice’s pussy and said, “Less is more. Start slowly, and work your way into it. Clara, guide Chris’s head with your hands if you need to.” Alice needed to do very little guiding because almost any stimulation of her clit led her to in a short, direct line towards orgasm. Women are all different sne some orgasm like flicking a light switch while others are more challenging than assembling a room full of Ikea furniture. Neither one is better and if you are fucking a woman you should take your time and get to know her body, and be assertive while still taking good direction from her, since she probably knows her body and pussy better than you do.
I do believe that Chris found his way, and he probably thought he needed to, because if he didn’t pleasure Clara with his tongue, Clara knew someone who might give her a whirl. I do things other guys won’t. Alice came first, and with great vigor, and then I put on a condom and began fucking her, while she was still on her back. Her whole face and upper chest were completely flushed with the power of her orgasm. I don’t understand [why Gen Z is having less sex](https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2017/09/has-the-smartphone-destroyed-a-generation/534198/), as there is nothing more fun to do apart maybe from laughing. Weight, health, and nutrition are serious concerns but these issues can be overcome with dedicated effort. Nonetheless, I fucked Alice for a while and she built swiftly towards another powerful orgasm, between me thrusting and her stroking her clit with her hand. It’s good that she was quick towards number two because I was desperate to come given the arousal engendered by the situation, and I had one of those explosive, body-altering orgasms that felt like the entirety of human existence was meant to culminate in me orgasming inside Alice.
Clara might have been pushed over the edge by her friend and me coming, as she climaxed around the same time. I guess Chris figured out how to tongue her pussy. I climbed beside Alice, and we stopped pretending not to be watching the show. Chris used the same logical position we did and entered Clara, whose legs were on his shoulders or around his waist. Chris got inside Clara first, because Clara had an IUD and Alice did not. Alice and I only fucked bare when she was on the verge of her period, and, given that her typically horniness level seemed explosive, I guessed that she was ovulating around that time.
Their show did not last long. Clara kept looking over at us and smiling conspiratorially at Alice, who I’m sure smiled back. But most of the time Clara kept her eyes closed. She did not seem to rub her own clit during the act.
Chris came pretty rapidly himself, and he brayed like a donkey as he finished, then fell beside Clara. The two girls were facing each other, smiling, and Chris and I were on the outside, like banks of a river. I saw a hint of come already making its way out of Clara’s thigh, though she was on her side.
“That was fucking hot,” I said. All agreed. I asked Clara why she didn’t touch herself during sex and she also didn’t know or had never thought of doing it.
I got up and got some water for everyone. The girls jumped in the lake to piss and got back out again quickly and beautifully. Chris and I high-fived, which was probably not hygienic. Within a few minutes, I was kissing Alice again and testing to see if she was randy. She was. She went down on me a bit to harden me up, as a blacksmith will temper his metal before shaping. Her mouth, like her body, was small, but she was willing to work hard to create an optimal sex experience, and I loved seeing her on her knees, watching the back of her head as she bobbed on my cock. Inhibition had been smashed by the feral power of sex.
As soon as I was hard, I put her knees on the back seat and her elbows on the back deck, so I could fuck her doggystyle. As usual, I had to guide myself carefully and diligently into her, because she was that tight. Once I did, though, she was happy to be fucked. At that point in my development I used my hands to steady myself or hold her hips, because I’d not gotten the memo about the power of the hand around a woman’s neck or in her hair. I do believe that something about the particular angle of her pussy and back, along with the angle of my cock, caused me to access some part of her g-spot or similar that I had not before, and likely have not since, because she went from her usual joyfully sexual self to being demonically sexual.
Soon, Chris put Clara in the same position, so that we were again fucking side by side and stealing glances at each other. The evening deepened as we fucked time away. I know I lasted longer, and Alice later confirmed that she had a powerful set of orgasms without any stimulation to the external bulb of her clit. So something about that angle or the gentle motion of the boat got her in just the right places.
Clara tried touching herself and seemed to like it quite a lot. Chris finished in Clara before she was done, if I recall correctly, and they together finished her manually. Quite a bit of their mutual mess remained. Clara got the water this time and I remember being seated, with Alice on my lap, as Clara got up, and seeing the come come down her legs.
The third time, Chris and I were seated, and the girls were mounted on top, facing each other, Chris and Clara in either the captain’s seat or the passenger seat, and me and Alice in the seated deck. Any pretense at modesty had been abandoned and we were just watching each other fuck.
Those of you hoping for a swap story are going to be disappointed. Today I would call what we did parallel play. When both girls were bent over and being vigorously fucked doggystyle, in round #2, I think I could have asked Chris if he wanted to switch, and I also believe he would have gone for it. But that is the sort of query that, once ejaculated into the conversation, cannot be withdrawn or forgotten, particularly at that age. So my jack-off fantasies of Clara would remain fantasies, but the image of her pussy working a cock, her tits bouncing and, frequently, her hand working her clit. They got the mirror image as Alice did the same to me. I don’t recall how it ended, apart from the obvious. After, our minds were broken, our bodies tired from the fucking, the sun, and, for me, the squatting. The many times under the iron, and under the beatific eyes of [Arnold](https://www.art.com/products/p24975789446-sa-i6210516/arnold-schwarzenegger.htm?upi=PNET1O0&PODConfigID=8363151&sOrigID=8094). Just about every good gym has Arnold iconography in it.
The third time took hysterically long and by the end we were all truly fucked out, and our haze began lifting. At some point, Alice and I did play with Clara’s enormous, beautiful, and high tits, but not for as long as I would have liked. I don’t think any of us 100% believe what we had done in front of each other, or in front of others. A couple of boats also honked their air horns at us while we were busy, so we put on a bit of show, without even getting paid for it or forcing viewers to watch ads for dubious penis enlargement or [food](https://blog.eat24.com/how-to-advertise-on-a-porn-website/). Good boating etiquette holds that people in one boat not interrupt fornication in another, but etiquette is sorely lacking today. Even at age 18 we all knew to respect other people’s pleasure in the expansiveness of nature.
We’d promised to be back before dark, but we were not, and we were admonished by Chris’s family for that. Chris also left the swim ladder down and I left the flags unfurled. His mom knew something was up, but she didn’t say anything about that. She was milfy, but I never had sex with her either, although in retrospect I wish I’d made the move for the sake of the story. His older sister was extremely boring, a kind of Tracy Flick without the looks, and I saw her quite a few times over the course of the summer. I would ask if she’d managed to lose her virginity in college yet, leading her to blush beautifully and stammer answers, because I’m pretty sure she’d not managed to let a man properly probe her pussy. I also tried to get her to hit the gym and squat with me, but she was too prissy to sweat over anything apart from calculus. Despite her relentless anxiety in school, she ended up working in HR and becoming one of those basic corporate harridans; she presented herself as someone desperate to take over the world by founding a startup or advancing work against a major disease, and she seemed to neither enjoy life nor make her mark on the world. I think she was too uptight and needed a serious dicking, but I was too weak to propose that I give her that dicking then. She married a guy, got fat, divorced, got thinner again, and I’ve lost track of her since.
Alice and I kept at it all summer, then she went to BYU. Stereotypical, I know. We kept in touch and fucked a bunch after our freshman years of college, but I was also fucking a girl I knew from being a lifeguard (another story), and Alice said I had to choose one or the other, and I didn’t have the skills or language in non-monogamy to attempt the threesome then. Like Ray Dalio says, “I learned to go slowly when faced with the choice between two things that you need that are seemingly at odds. That way you can figure out how to have as much of both as possible. There is almost always a good path that you just haven’t discovered yet, so look for it until you find it rather than settle for the choice that is then apparent to you.” Dalio is right. Fuck religious texts, go read *Principles* if you want to learn how to live, as well as how to apply his philosophy about realism and honesty to group sex.
I never fucked Clara, although I wanted to terribly. We did more group parallel play that summer, but I never did fuck her. Play with her tits some more? Sure. No sex. And her spell was somewhat broken when I got to college and found many willing, happy, and eager sex partners. Today Clara has a bunch of kids and we don’t keep in touch.
Years after this story, Alice was married and living in a major city. I assume either her or husband was infertile, because they had no kids. She chose an artsy career in a field being drawn and quartered by the Internet, so her husband made most of the money. We shared a beautiful, surprising weekend together, but that is also another story, one that may shake your belief in the foundations of marriage.
I suspect that, when I’m leaving this world, one of the last things I will see with my mind’s eye is Alice’s pussy on that boat, then her face, then her pussy as I entered her, then the shock and ecstasy expressed by her face as I entered her that first time, with her friend and mine right next to us.
I also suspect that neither Alice nor Clara told their eventual husbands about their pre-martial adventures. How many guys out there are married to women who they think they know, but who they don’t know?
May the God of sex forgive me for the length of this story.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cp2uxh/senior_year_ends_and_boat_sex_begins_mfmf
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