Chapter 1 Buoyed Spirits

Chapter 1 - Buoyed Spirits

1- Laying out the ropes

It was mid-morning Saturday. I was back at Kaminsky's Hardware (or "Kinky's Hardware", as I prefer to call it ... if you take out the 'a', 'm' and 's' of

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) for the third Saturday in a row. "Kinky's" had two new sales associates in their early twenties, about 10 years younger than me. One was Reena, an East Indian beauty with unbelievably large, almond-shaped dark eyes that simultaneously glowed and smoldered against the dark mahogany complexion of her flawless face with full, perfectly proportioned lips. And she had a body that wouldn't quit—she must have 34D tits that defied gravity and a matching firm, big ass. The other new girl was Danielle, a petite blonde with clear milky skin, small perky tits and a tight muscular ass. She couldn't have weighed more than 105 lbs. I was hoping to engage one or the other in conversation and perhaps get a date. I'm into bondage so I figured shopping for rope at "Kinky's" was a great way to start a conversation and find out if rope interested either lady. (I'm into other BDSM shit, too, but one kink at a time....)

I figured that if I looked confused enough and spent long enough in the well-stocked rope aisle I'd get help. (The town is a popular boating resort so rope is a commonly needed item.) Sure enough, after a few minutes of looking clueless and fingering the over 40 varieties of rope, Danielle cruises by. "Need help?" she asks, with a cheerful smile.

"Ah, sure. Thanks," I responded coyly.

We get to chatting. I ask her how long she's been at Kinky's (except I called it

Kaminsky's

) and what she knows about hardware in general—and rope in particular. It turns out she was a carpentry student at the local college—and so was Reena. They are roommates—best friends, in fact. Both dropped out after the first year to work for needed cash, and because they were tired of getting hassled by the guys in their class who wanted dates (and more) and who, after being politely rebuffed by both women, acted like assholes. The assholes would tell Reena and Danielle that most men—and women—would not hire a female carpenter (bullshit!). Most of the guys in the class were good and professional and supportive, but the few assholes had Reena and Danielle doubting their career choice, despite how much the two women liked working with wood.

By this time Reena had come over and the three of us were in conversation about being young and facing career decisions.... we eventually steered back toward my needs—rope. I explained I needed rope for multiple purposes on my boat—a used 59-ft motor yacht that I just bought a few months earlier. It was in great sea-worthy shape, but needed serious interior remodeling - both bedrooms, kitchen/dining, living area, bathroom, study, and play room.

"Play room like for kids?" Reena asked.

"No, for adult games," I replied.

Reena nodded thoughtfully. I guess she assumed I meant billiards or table tennis. (On a boat? With waves? Really? My playroom was going to be a BDSM dungeon... but it was too early to tell them that!)

The conversation turned back to rope and I got the two women pulling and feeling the different ropes, explaining why I needed lengths of nylon ropes and nylon dock lines. I also needed some cotton ropes in 3/8-, 1/2-, and 5/8-inch diameters for "interior use". I ordered 10-, 30- and 50- foot lengths of all three cotton rope diameters in all three available colors: white, navy, and red.

"That's a lot of rope,"Danielle remarked.

"I need it for my naughty work," I replied.

She looked at me quizzically.

"Knotty?" She asked.

"That's right, knotting," I fibbed.

(I guess bondage is knotty, as well as naughty!) As both women were coiling the rope lengths for the sale, I leaned over and requested the ropes so I could show them the

correct

way to coil rope so it doesn't get kinked or tangled. l also showed them some of my repertoire of knots, moving quickly through some basics then some more complicated knots. Both women remarked I had a knack and quick hands for working with rope.

"Comes with practice," I said.

Then I added: "You know, carpenters come in handy in the boating industry. You two should stop by my boat at the Marina. I'll give you a tour and you can see all the remodellng that needs to be done. Maybe I can hire you for some of the woodwork!"

"Well, we only just completed the first year of the two-year program, and still need to apprentice—so we're not really carpenters yet," said Danielle, but I noted Reena gave Danielle what was supposed to be a secret nudge in the back to be quiet.

"We'd love to see your boat!" beamed Reena.

"Sure," I said. "It's called 'R&D Time' as in Research and Development. I'm a scientist," I explained.

"It used to be called 'R&R Time' but R&D suits me better... and say... R and D ...that's the first letters in your names! You are meant to check it out!" (Maybe I was laying it on a bit thick now... but I was infatuated with both women.)

"OK," said Reena, beaming again. "We'll stop by some time."

"Perfect," I said. "It's in slip 66 at the Marina. Here's my phone number... text or call"

And we proceeded to the checkout...

2 - The Table Turns

Saturday afternoon, 5:42 PM. I get a text from Reena. She and Danielle want to visit my boat tonight. "Sure," I text back "there's always a welcome mat for you at the R&D Time".

They said they'd arrive around 6:30.

At 6:30, I'm on the back deck of the 'R&D Time', ready to fire up the BBQ. I see Reena and Danielle sauntering down the dock toward my boat. Danielle is carrying a two-piece fishing rod and a tackle box.

"I hope she doesn't think I'm taking her out fishing tonight," I mutter to myself.

I see both women stop and stare, their jaws dropping in disbelief when they see my boat. I guess they didn't realize how big a 59-footer was.I wave to the girls and they wave back, beaming smiles, and picking up their pace. As they get to the boat I give a hearty "Welcome!" and extend my hand to help first Reena, then Danielle, come aboard. Both women are dressed in tight lycra clothing. It's a warm evening. Both are radiant, with a light glow of perspiration. I'm not complaining about their tight clothing—it shows off their beautiful bodies perfectly.

I offer them a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, but both opt for water. I go for a lemonade—no sense being the only one drinking. They're not interested in food so I shut off the BBQ. We settle into polite small talk. The girls admire my boat. They also noted that it's practically new and hardly needs repair. Perhaps they had envisioned a small, mouldy old boat.

"Let's go inside." I offer. "I'll give you a tour."

Both women giggled and tentatively stepped inside.

"WOW!" they say in unison.

"This is nice! And way bigger than we imagined!" Danielle blurts out.

"Well," I answer, "I didn't mean to imply in the store that my boat was junky. I didn't want to boast ... too much. But the décor is not to my taste, so I am doing style renovations mostly. Let me show you."

"How can you afford this?" Danielle asked.

Reena nudged her in the back for asking such an inappropriate question.

"Well, I make pretty good money, but I'm not rich and I inherited some money from an uncle who died last year. The boat's used. I got it at a very good price from one of my uncle's friends who was getting a little too old to look after it. Plus I'm going to live here—using it as my only home, so no rent or mortgage onshore. Otherwise, yes, it would be beyond my means."

I showed the kitchen/dining/living room at the stern of my boat, then the guest room. It was nicely outfitted with two bunk beds that could independently fold up against the wall to make more room—clever design and construction.

"This room's not too bad," I said. "It just needs a new paint job and new molding, plus some suspension hooks in the ceiling for a hammock. I can do that myself." (Actually, it was for a sex swing.)

After that I gave them a quick tour on the upper deck to the wheelhouse, showing them the captain's chair, electronic navigation, and radio. Then we continued to the stateroom.

"Here's the master bedroom, also called the 'stateroom'," I explained. "I want it soundproofed, and the bed converted to a four-poster. I also want the four posts to be suspended from the ceiling by swivel hooks so it can swing freely when the bottoms of the posts are hooked to the floor by bungee cords."

I noted the girls glanced at each other with a "WTF look" ... but they were clearly interested to see more.

"It's nice to have the bed not sway as much in waves," I fibbed. (Actually, that

was

a good answer, but I really wanted the bed to sway for sex play scenes. I didn't tell the girls that the bed posts would also be fitted with eye screws and pulleys for bondage and suspension play.)

"So the walls need to be stripped for acoustic insulation, then the teak boards reapplied." (I'd mention my plans for large wall and ceiling mirrors—and wall-mounted lube dispenser...later.)

As I turned to leave, I noted out of the corner of my eye that Reena had lifted a corner of the luxurious duvet to feel it, and inadvertently revealed the pink-trimmed black latex bedsheets underneath. She nudged Danielle to show her. Danielle gave a knowing look and smirk to acknowledge to Reena that she noted the kinky bedding. I could see light bulbs click on in their minds. I was starting to think the two women might be fellow travellers in the BDSM world.

"Next... the play room," I said. I opened the door. Inside it was empty, and bare. I had already started stripping off the wood paneling.

"I'm saving the paneling to re-use. It's beautiful and expensive teak. I want to soundproof this room, too."

Danielle interjected, "I can understand soundproofing your bedroom to keep out noise from waves, wind, and neighbors... but why bother with the playroom?"

"Well," I said, "it's actually a playroom for the world's favorite indoor sport."

Danielle's face looked perplexed, her brow crinkled, but Reena's face broke into a wide smile, as she tried to stifle a laugh. She whispered into Danielle's ear, Danielle's mouth opened into a wide 'O' and she reddened a bit realizing she should have gotten my 'world's favorite indoor sport' joke. She broke into a wide smile realizing my reference to the world's favorite indoor sport was to "SEX". Both girls giggled briefly, then fell into an awkward silence.

Danielle broke the silence. "You were so good with rope at the store and you really seemed to know what you wanted—and clearly know how to handle rope... we got to figuring after you left the store that the 'lost and confused' act you put on in the store to get our attention

was

just an act. But we weren't sure... so curiosity got the best of us. ... and here we are!"

Reena chimed in: "But this is way more impressive—and kinky—than we were expecting! We weren't

really

sure the rope was for bondage. Just hoping. Danielle and I are best friends... and bisexual lovers, actually. We were thinking we'd at least have a vanilla-type threesome with you tonight—if a threesome is considered 'vanilla'."

My cock had been 90% rigid since the girls came on board and I was giving my tour, but since Reena's mention of 'threesome', I was fully engorged within seconds. My cock was hard and throbbing—and both women noticed the stiff bulge in my jeans.

I stammered that I was sorry that the playroom was unfinished. I mentioned I was planning on a St. Andrew's cross, a padded restraint and spanking table, a saw-horse bench ... and that perhaps the girls could build the play room and furniture.

Reena beamed, "Sure, and we can test it out as we build!"

Suddenly, Danielle excused herself.

I figured Reena was into it and Danielle was having second thoughts, or at least thought Reena was moving too fast. An uncomfortable silence seeped between Reena and me. But Danielle came back 20 seconds later with the two halves of the fishing rod and her tackle box. Reena beamed. Danielle set the tackle box on the floor and opened it. It was neatly packed with nitrile gloves, lubes, single and double dildos, anal plugs, strap-on dildo and harness, nipple clamps, vibrators ...

Danielle grinned and then winked. "We didn't want the evening to stay vanilla, in case a threesome really happened! We came prepared for 'the world's favorite indoor sport', as you put it."

Then she gave me a hard swat on my ass with the outer half of the fishing rod. My ass instantly stung.

"These things are great for caning," she yelped with glee, and gave me another whack.

I was ready to cum, just from anticipation...

3 - Sandwich

It turned out Reena and Danielle were into S&M—latex and impact play—and hadn't really explored bondage... which surprised me. But they wanted to learn, which is why my shopping trip that morning turned out to be so successful. I had beeg hoping to get one of them on a date soon ... but not expecting both at once—and only 8 hours after my shopping!

Within minutes of being swatted by Danielle, I had both women in my bedroom. They were eager to try out my latex sheets—and all three of our bodies in as many combinations as possible. After we had ripped each others' clothes off in a frenzy, we were hungrily and savagely licking, kissing, and sucking each other in wanton lust.

It didn't matter who or what part we greedily attached ourselves to. We writhed like we were in a snake pit, in a rapidly rotating flurry of hands grabbing, stroking, and slapping each other to accompany our mouth action.

Despite being the smaller women, Danielle wasted no time showing she was the Domme in their relationship. After five minutes of our initial flurry, there was a slight slowdown in our passionate mouth and hand groping. Danielle reached for the dildo harness and a large dildo. As she did up the strap-on, her glinting wicked eyes bored into each of our eyes in turn. "Who to fuck to death first?" she mused, "My love Reena? ... or the new guy, who clearly needs a stiff pegging!"

Reena suggested that I fuck her, and Danielle 'attack' me from behind, making me the filling in the sandwich.

I'd never been pegged before, never really thought about it, despite being a long-time user of anal plugs on myself and my girlfriends.

I said nothing. I glided to Reena across the lube-and-sweat-slippery latex sheets, kissed her passionately, our tongues wrapped around each other's, and I guided my cock into her tight, dripping wet pussy. I had about five furious strokes into Reena before I felt Danielle's hands firmly grip each side of my shoulders. I felt her weight on me increase. (OK, she's only 105 lbs or so, but felt intense and oppressive at that point!) I don't know how she did it— I was fucking Reena so hard and passionately, my ass was a moving target— but Danielle was clearly an expert 'swordsman' with a well-lubed dildo. She entered me so firmly and quickly that I was shocked. I briefly stopped pumping into Reena to feel the sensations of being ridden

hard

by Danielle. She was a maniac!

Reena roared at me to get backed to fucking her: "Hard and fast, you fucker!"

I thought it would be awkward, maybe impossible in practical reality (as opposed to imagination), for us to fuck in coordinated unison, but within a few strokes we had established a rhythm that worked. I continued driving deeper, harder, and faster into Reena, and Danielle was doing the same to me. I thought she was going to split me in half.

Next thing I know, between being inside Reena's heavenly pussy, and in her tight sweaty embrace, and my ass and prostate being milked by Danielle's fury, I came with the most explosive orgasm I ever experienced. I think I may have blacked out for a few seconds.

When I was aware again, Reena was moaning with exquisite pleasure. It turned out she had had a raging orgasm at the same time as me.

Danielle was on her knees behind us. She had pulled out and was smiling wickedly. "I'm taking most of the credit for

both

your orgasms. I felt like I was fucking you both... fucking Reena

through

you!" As she looked at me pointedly.

I moaned with lingering pleasure. "I think you may be right," I panted.

4 - A-Frame

We spent the next two hours eating each other and fucking in so many positions and combinations it seemed like a blur. Finally, I was on my back with Reena sitting on my face, grinding hard into me. My cum and her pussy juice were dripping from her and she was panting and moaning and begging me to eat her ass, too—in between her hungry wet kisses with Danielle who was facing her while she passionately rode my now-recovered cock.

Before starting to fuck me, Danielle had thoroughly and hungrily licked and sucked my cock, explaining between slurps that she loved the taste of Reena's pussy, and had never savored it from a man's cock before.

"You taste pretty good, too," she managed to add graciously, before straddling me and sliding her hot, slick pussy onto my welcoming ram.

With me on the bottom as the base, the two girls facing each other turned our position into an A-frame.

Reena was riding my face hard. She was sliding her pussy and ass back and forth, fast and hard along my nose and mouth while I was trying to catch a moving target—her clit—with my tongue. The scent and taste of her ass and pussy was exquisite. She had a full muff of pubic hair, silky black fur that was bedewed with droplets of her pussy flower nectar, sweat, my cum...and saliva that was probably from all three of us.

As much as I enjoyed being smothered by Reena's pussy above me and her muscular, sweaty, mahogany-coloured ass cheeks pressed hard against my cheeks, my survival instinct remained intact... I did have to breathe!

I also feared Reena's occasional hard downward pressure would break my nose... so I used my right hand pressed against her right ass cheek to help nudge her upward occasionally so I could suck in some oxygen ... and also to see what was going on above me.

Reena and Danielle were entwined, their hands desperately grabbing, squeezing, slapping, and twisting each other's tits. Their mouths were locked in long slurping kisses. I could tell from the movement of their cheeks that there was intense tongue probing going on.

Occasionally they would break their kiss so that one could lick, suck, kiss, and bite the others nipples. Both had mouths dripping with saliva—their own and the other's. Which explained the wet drops I could feel hitting my chest and belly—and why I figured Reena's pussy fur had her own saliva in it, too.

Tiny Danielle was glistening white. Her thin, muscular, untanned body was thickly coated and dripping with sweat from the hot night, and the frantic activity among us. She was almost glowing white, like a light bulb, in my otherwise dimly lit bedroom.

Danielle's pussy was shaved and I could see her shining wet, swollen, crimson red pussy lips distended as they tightly wrapped around my cock and she pumped up and down.

I used my left thumb at the base of my cock, and my index finger on the underside just above my balls, to steady my cock and keep her from possibly snapping it off at the base by her demented pumping. My thumb at the base of my cock was perfectly positioned to provide clit friction and pressure when she was fully plunged on my cocked and she utilized this, doing an exaggerated circular squirming motion when her clit glided against my thumb on each downstroke.

I could hear a 'schlick' or 'squelch' sound from her dripping wet pussy on every pump by Danielle, and both girls' breathing was becoming labored, loud, and frantic as they reached exhaustion... and climax. Groans, moans, and gasps were coming faster and louder.