That night they had a pleasant and casual ménage with only occasional, joking, references to master and slave. At one point the girls tried to pin him down and he proved that he could take one of them, more or less against her will, while simultaneously controlling the other. It wasn’t easy, but he could do it. They all were pleasantly exhausted, as well as a little drunk, when they went to sleep.
Mike had the boat moving before dawn, though, slight hangover and all. At the Game Club he’d heard that the sail were moving and he really wanted to have the girls hook into a sailfish. By dawn he was floating in the Stream and rigging the kites.
Courtney came up on deck, and her eyes widened when she saw what he was doing.
“We’re flying kites today?” she asked, looking at the bird-shaped, collapsible, kite he was rigging to fly in the wind.
“It’s a fishing rig,” Mike said. “The shadow of the kite looks like a bird and that attracts game fish. And you can get your bait well away from the boat.”
He rigged a live ballyhoo on each of four lines and floated them out on kites, then went downstairs to get breakfast.
“I’m hunting for sail today,” Mike said. “We might get wahoo or dolphin, but I’m hoping for sail. The lines are rigged for sail. If we get dolphin, just muscle it in. But we should get up on deck pretty soon to watch the lines.”
When the two girls joined him on deck, he looked at them for a moment, the bottle of sunscreen in his hand, and waved.
“Take off the suits,” he ordered.
“Uh,” Pam said, looking at Courtney. Then they both stripped off their bikinis.
“Pam, do my back while I do Courtney’s,” Mike said, getting a handful of Bullfrog on his palm. “Courtney, kneel down, knees together, wrists crossed in front of you and on your thighs.”
Courtney breathed hard for a moment and then complied, turning around so her back was to him.
Mike got down on his knees and spread the sunscreen across her back, liberally. There was, as he intended, plenty left over and he reached around, rubbing it on her breasts and stomach.
“Head up,” Mike ordered. “Chin up. Back straight, little slave.”
“Yes, master,” Courtney said.
Pam was rubbing down his arms, her breasts pressing into his back, as he reached down and spread Courtney’s legs, rubbing the last of the sunscreen onto her inner thighs and then sliding his finger up against her clit. He pulled her arms around her back and crossed her wrists there, then reached back around and gently pulled on one nipple while massaging her clit, running his finger in and out of her opening.
“Stay still, slave,” he ordered, roughly, as she began to squirm and moan. “If you move from that position, you will be punished.”
He continued to stroke her until with a gasp and a clench she came. Then he grabbed Pam and pulled her around, simultaneously twisting Courtney to the deck. He pulled his bathing suit down and then entered Courtney, hard, pulling Pam’s head down to her breast.
“Lick it, bitch,” he ordered Pam, pressing her lips against Courtney’s nipple. “Lick her tit!”
Pam resisted for a moment, then her pink tongue flickered out to touch Courtney’s nipple, eliciting a moan of despair and pleasure from her friend.
“Play with her tits,” Mike ordered, pinning Courtney down and holding himself up, then thrusting into her again, hard.
Courtney came, again, as he pounded her, moaning and crying at the waves of pleasure from his taking her and having Pam play with her at the same time. As her shudders eased, Mike pulled out, to a moan of sadness, and pulled Pam around, roughly, to where her tits were in Courtney’s face.
“Now it’s your turn, little slave,” he said, pushing her back down so that her nipple dangled above Courtney’s lips. “Pleasure this bitch,” he said, grabbing Courtney’s hand and lifting it up to Pam’s pussy.
“Wait,” Courtney said, as Pam flinched.
“You can do it,” Mike said, much more gently. “You know what feels good for you. Do it to her,” he added, pulling her hand into position and manipulating her finger against Pam’s clit. At that Pam whimpered and bucked, but didn’t back away. He rolled Pam down onto her back, keeping Courtney’s hand in place, then put Courtney in position to play with her nipples and pussy.
“Stay together,” he added, sliding his finger into Courtney’s opening and his own mouth to her lovely breast. The position left him with his head on Pam’s stomach, Courtney lying on Pam’s arm and Pam on her back, spread-eagled, pinned by his body and totally in the moment.
They stayed like that until Pam came and then he rolled over to her, entering her and thrusting hard; Courtney backed away, but he pulled her back to continue sucking on Pam’s breasts. He reached over and slid his hand back into Courtney’s vagina, playing with her clitoris as Pam moaned and shrieked into a hard climax. Courtney came at the same time and he followed shortly after.
“Okay,” Courtney said, rolling over to lie on her back, panting. “I’m not too sure about that one. It was fun, but…”
“You don’t want to become a lesbian,” Mike said.
“No,” Pam replied tightly. “And that felt a little…”
“You’re not a lesbian from having a touch of fun with each other,” Mike replied, pulling them both to their feet and setting them in the bridge couch. He sat down between them and gently rested his arms across their shoulders.
“Kleee-nex,” Pam said, desperately, flipping open one of the glove boxes and diving for a tissue.
“You both prefer guys, in general, right?” Mike continued when Pam had the flood under control. He hugged them both to him and then let them up so they could be comfortable.
“Yeah,” Courtney said, looking over at Pam a bit shamefacedly. “But I… sort of enjoyed it. I don’t want to lick Pam, though. Ever.”
“You won’t have to, then,” Mike said, nodding. “A bit of sex play with the same sex is not the same thing as being homosexual, especially when you’re in a threesome like we are. Now, if there were two guys and one girl, it would be different. The sexual wiring is a bit different, for one thing. While women are sensual in various places, most guys are just sensual in their penis. Two guys and one female, it’s the two males, generally, working on the woman…”
“Now that has a certain… something,” Pam said, grinning.
“In a way that was what was going on,” Mike pointed out. “You were, each, helping me to bring pleasure to the other. Maybe you’ll take it further, between you two. I know several girls who take the position of ‘girls for comfort, boys for pleasure.’ It doesn’t make you a lesbian.” He paused and grinned. “Okay, maybe a touch bi.”
“You are evil,” Pam said.
“The very devil,” Mike admitted. “And the one who has to keep his head about him, despite your lovely nipple staring me in the face. We need to finish really putting on sunscreen and then get ready to fish. We’re just lucky we didn’t get a hit while we were in play; it would have really ruined the mood.”
Courtney was sitting on the port fighting chair, sipping a Fosters, when the nearest line unclipped from the kite and began screaming out.
“That’s not sail,” Mike said, hooking the harness on her naked body. “Probably wahoo.”