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A New Kink For A Wicked Bunny…A (((((Re-written)))))I thought that a brief break from writing my 20 Years of Infidelity series of stories would do me good. I’ve had an occasion lately to remember a man I spent time with who had a rather strange… Kink? An unusual request? A taste for something different? Describe it as you will after I relate my experience… I’m not going to give a history. I don’t want in any way to ruin the ending to my above mentioned series of posts. Suffice it to say that at the time of this story I was in my late 20s and I still had a very tight, 34B-23-35 body. I was still 5’10” tall with long, blond hair. I met Roy in the Carribean. My love of nude beaches, warm sand and hot sun while fucking in public hadn’t deserted me just because I’d left Southern Spain. A short flight out of Charleston and a shorter boat ride had me at an island that supplied me with the first three of the four items I’ve listed. The fourth on the list? My hard body, cute face and very willing acceptance of cock or pussy under my sun umbrella supplied me with all the public fucking I could wish for. Roy was a black guy in his mid-thirties maybe an inch taller than me and, sorry ladies, but not all black men are endowed with gigantic, thick, 12 inch cocks like the porn videos want you to believe. Roy was a fit guy but hardly an athlete and had a cock that was only a little above average in length and girth. He worked at a local boat yard that rented all types and sizes of boats to wealthy tourists. He was an experienced pilot capable of captaining everything from sailboats to large, powered yachts for the wealthy that rented them.Roy was much in demand as a pilot and had only a few days where he could relax during ‘The Season’. Today was one such. I’d just arrived at the beach and wanted to get some sun before retreating to the shade under my umbrella. Roy just happened to be walking by with a canvas bag slung over a broad shoulder when I held up my suntan lotion and, pointing to my back, asked if he’d lotion me.I laid on my stomach and Roy knelt beside me saying he wouldn’t mind helping me out. His English was flavored with a French accent that was smooth and deep. My top was off already and the small strings of my thong left all of my ass cheeks exposed. Roy took it for granted I wanted him to lotion those cheeks but his hands didn’t linger nor did his fingers slide between my legs to touch my pussy lips. His hands were strong, calloused and salt water toughened as you’d expect from a man who’d spent most of his life working on a boat. Once I was oiled from neck to toes, Roy stretched out with a sigh and, asking permission, took off his shirt and oiled his exposed face, chest and legs,My story of being on the island for a few days spending my latest check for a story I’d written didn’t take long to relate. Roy’s life interested me much more than my sitting in front of a computer keyboard all day. I found out he’d just returned from piloting a boat for three days around some local islands for a couple on their honeymoon. He was just walking the beach headed for his home when I’d detoured him for a lazy siesta in the sun.We spent half an hour under the morning sun in relaxed conversation before I turned over to tan my front. Without my asking, Roy began lotioning me. Starting at my neck while I lotioned my face. This time his hands did linger on my tits. Strong fingers sliding on my lotioned skin while molding my breasts into hard mounds. Rolling my erect nipples between thumbs and fingers several times; smiling at my open mouthed sighs.Leaving my breasts, Roy’s hands oiled my stomach and slid down my stomach. Again, Roy didn’t wait and took my acceptance for granted as he pulled the strings at my hips to un-do my bottoms to let the skimpy material down between my legs exposing my pussy. With more lotion, Roy’s hand oiled my lower stomach before gliding up and over my mound. I have a sparse bush of blond hair but even that was gone thanks to a Brazilian Wax I’d had done before leaving the States. I opened my legs a few inches to invite his hands between my legs. With a hand on each of my thighs there was nothing to impede his thumbs from sliding down and manipulating each of my pussy lips. Stretching my lips up towards the front of my slit before reversing and pushing my lips down towards my ass… Pressing into my lips to push them together and pull them apart… Squeezing my lips together hard around my clit… I found his rough lip play very arousing and I could feel the inside of my lips getting wet and sliding more freely under his thumbs. Roy never actually touched any part of me that was deeper than just my lips. But it wasn’t long before both of us could hear the wet sound as Roy’s thumbs parted my pussy lips and then pressed them together.Three months before my trip, during my regular gyno visit, my legs were up in the stirrups and I’d asked my doc a question I’d been curious about for years. Why didn’t I come from straight penis sex? Occasionally I’d get an orgasm from Jason’s huge cock but only in certain positions and not always then. Why couldn’t I get that BIG O other women seemed to achieve easily in story and legend? Feeling him press and manipulate and humm and haw, he finally said that my clit sheath was thicker and longer than what might be normal. If I wanted, a five minute small ‘circumcision’ would expose more of my clit and that might increase my enjoyment during sex and give me that BIG O from just a cock. I set up another appointment and the one shot of lidocaine to deaden the pain was the most painful part of the procedure. Not having sex for two weeks was also painful. LOL But, I was left with more of my clit exposed than just the tiny nub I’d lived with until now.It did increase the thrill of sex and made it easier for me to come from fingering or oral, but I still didn’t achieve that BIG O from just cock when I took my new and improved clit out for some test drives. Having Roy press my clit through my lips though… I could definitely tell a difference in how my now more exposed nubbin felt.On the beach with Roy’s hands stretching my lips one way and then another, I could easily have come from his thumb massage as my clit grew harder from being rolled and pressed within my lips. But Roy had other ideas and after four or five minutes of teasing my clit, his hands continued down my thighs and finished oiling my legs to my toes. And, Oh, Gawd… The foot massage he gave each of my feet was heavenly. Kneeling at the edge of the blanket with my feet on his thighs, his lotioned hands worshiped each foot and individual toe. I would have laid on my blanket forever as his strong fingers seemed to find every muscle in both illegal bahis my feet that needed to be stretched and massaged. I later learned that Roy approached everything with the same unhurried intensity.By the time his hands began sliding up my legs, parting them, bending my knees up and to the sides to open me, I was so relaxed and horny I just closed my eyes and stretched my hands past my head, surrendering my body for anything Roy wanted to do to me. Instead of the cock I’d expected, instead I felt his mouth on my pussy lips. Sliding his hands under my ass, my pussy was lifted up to make it easier for his mouth and tongue to explore every part of my pussy from my clit to the deepest part of my cunt his tongue could reach.  He was lightly sucking my clit between his lips while lightly circling my hard clit with his tongue tip when I felt two fingers being pushed up my cunt. My hips began to spasm up to meet his fingers. I spread my knees out further and pulled against the top of his head to force him harder against the tender and pink flesh that was almost always protected by my lips. The stubble of his beard rubbing that pink flesh red as my hips pushed up. His fingers now wet, Roy began to finger fuck me deep. The motion of his tongue and fingers in perfect sync.My hands pushed his head down and my legs pushed my hips up. My back began to bow while my stomach muscles contracted and my breath was pushed out past clenched teeth in a long, When I came with a loud, my gut muscles were so tight I could barely pant in shallow gasps. My legs clamped shut against the sides of his head in a grip that a strong man would have found difficult to pry apart. Roy had no desire to escape. Moving with the gyrations of my hips to keep his mouth clamped around my clit and all the while keeping his fingers moving inside my pussy. Sucking harder until my clit felt like it was going to explode. All the while rubbing his tongue hard on my entire clit. Curling his fingers up to rub my G-Spot… God! I felt wave after gut wrenching, muscle clenching wave of orgasm begin deep in my cunt muscles and radiate outwards. I managed one loud shout of, and then I was limited to trying again to pull short gasps of air into my lungs using gut muscles clenched so hard my shoulders were being drawn up off the blanket.Not even a perfect orgasm can be endured forever. All too soon my thighs fell away from his head and I was trying to push him away from my over stimulated clit with one hand while the other tried to reach his wrist to pull his fingers from my pussy. I simply couldn’t take any more sensation and I was still in the throes of smaller contractions while trying to catch my breath. Roy finally released my clit with one last hard lick of my entire clit that made my body spasm. Feeling his fingers slide from my pussy, I managed one more soft, less intense, I fell back onto the blanket as Roy moved up to cover me. Oh, God I felt wasted by my orgasm. Roy’s face smelling like my pussy as he kissed my neck seemed content to wait for me to breath more easily.I hated to ask, especially after the incredible orgasm I’d just had, but when I felt his cock tip questing for my pussy hole, I had to ask Roy to wait. Explaining that I’d been in the sun too long already for my light skin, I asked him to follow me under my umbrella and he could fuck me as long as he wanted under its shade.When Roy kissed me and asked if I’d rather come with him to his home instead, I readily agreed. His home was a 20 minute walk away but any man who could make me come that hard… I’d follow halfway around the world! His home was much nicer than I would have expected from a bachelor. Built six feet off the ground so cooling air could flow under the floor it was really just one large room sectioned off by counters and low bookshelves into specific areas. Many large, floor to ceiling windows that opened to the side in every wall to allow the maximum amount of air to circulate. With close growing trees offering shade to the house, it was perfectly comfortable without air conditioning.I expected Roy to lead me straight to the bedroom. Instead he again demonstrated the unhurried approach he took to all things. He indicated a bar stool at a small counter where I could watch him mixing rum and vodka with sliced up fruits of different kinds. Ice and a blender… Soon we had a pitcher of a delicious, icy rum drink and were sitting in comfortable chairs on his back deck. It was very relaxed and pleasant. The view, the drink and the easy companionship.I hadn’t had much for breakfast which was several hours in the past by now. The drink was much stronger than it tasted and soon my head seemed light as a balloon and just as floaty. I slowed my sipping on my second drink and began wondering if I should take the initiative and lead Roy to his bed. I was horny and wet with anticipation of what might come next. I caught Roy looking at the crotch of the light grey, thin athletic pants I’d worn for the walk to his home. I spread my legs wider hoping he’d take the hint and take me in the chair, on the deck or in his bed. Hell, if Roy asked me to fuck on his roof I would have run for the ladder!Sneaking my own peek, I saw what had Roy so interested. The crotch of my lightweight atheltic pants was soaked. I hadn’t bothered putting on my bikini bottom and had gone commando for the walk to Roy’s home. Cum from my orgasm and the constant excitement I was in was still flowing. My pussy juice had made a large, wet spot in the fabric of the crotch. Catching him again sneaking a look, I dragged the subject out into the open and laughingly told him I’d never had a problem with lubrication. My ass cheeks lying in wet spots too numerous to count were witnesses to that.Reaching over to rub my pussy through the material, Roy asked if I’d like to try something new. He told me that most ladies he asked found it very strange. Many said no. Intrigued, I asked what did he have in mind. I told him with alcohol fueled confidence, Roy didn’t answer. Pulling me up from my chair, he kissed me while stripping my clothes off. Taking time to mold my ass cheeks and tits while sucking my nipples until they were hard and aching. We were soon fucking like there was no tomorrow in Roy’s bed. Again and again Roy commented on how wet I was. As he began to come close to orgasm, Roy stopped and put two pillows under my ass to raise my pussy up so he could raise up on his knees to fuck me hard. Almost pile driving his cock straight down into my cunt. Explaining that it had been a couple of months since he’d been with a woman, Roy wasn’t trying to make our sex last. Promising to make a the next time we made love he was pounding his cock into me. That illegal bahis siteleri was fine with me. I’d had a wonderful orgasm and now I just closed my eyes to enjoy having my pussy fucked hard and fast. Hell, I was moaning for him to fuck me harder. After Roy came, he pulled out quickly and asked me not to move. Leaving me on the bed with my ass propped up, he left the bedroom and was back in just a few seconds. He had a drink glass and the long handled, teak wood stirring spoon he’d used to make our drinks.I grinned as I began to get the idea of what Roy had in mind. I didn’t need to be told to hold my pussy lips closed as he pulled me off the pillows and positioned my ass on the very edge of the bed. When Roy put the glass under my pussy, I stopped holding my pussy closed and instead used both hands to spread my lips. Our mixed sex cum began to drip from my gaping hole into the glass.The teak stirrer was about a foot long with a slender neck. A shallow spoon one inch wide by a little more long was at one end. Placing the spoon to my hole, Roy eased it in. Once the teak wood was wet from my juice, he slid it further inside me until the spoon was pushing against the furtherest part of my vagina and began to stretch my cunt upwards.All but the last inch of the stirrer was inside me when I hissed that I’d taken enough. Nodding, Roy began slowly withdrawing the stirrer. All the while turning the spoon to gently sc****d my pussy walls free of juice with the spoon. I continued holding my pussy lips open, watching as more and more cum dripped into the glass Roy was holding. Scr*ping and pulling our collected cum towards my still gaping hole, we both watched as more and more cum filled the bottom of the glass until the spoon reached the entrance to my pussy. Roy offered the spoon to my mouth and smiled with approval as I sucked it clean before he laid it to one side.By the time Roy withdrew the spoon, there was much more cum in the glass than I would have believed possible. My cum was mostly a nearly clear, light grey. Much thinner than the thick globs of Roy’s white cum. I thought that Roy was going to ask me to drink the cum cocktail. Instead he poured the contents into his mouth and for the first time I watched a man playing with a mouthful of sex cum until he swallowed.Calling him selfish for not sharing, we were soon cuddling and kissing. Promising to share the next time, Roy asked if I was shocked at his personal kink. I said, Shit! I could live with any kink that required me getting fucked so well. Still cuddled we fell asleep. Later that evening we had very satisfying sex again. I again came hard under Roy’s mouth and again my wet pussy was sc****d for every drop of our cum after Roy spilled inside me. I was curious about the amount (I’m always curious about anything) and Roy left and brought back two shot glasses. Pouring from the glass into the shot glasses… Damn! I’ve always known my pussy secretes a lot of juice especially when I cum. Kneeling to give blow jobs after I’ve cum, I’ve seen pussy juice drip from my lips. But… So much that I filled two shot glasses with some left over? Not all of it was mine, there was man cum floating in there… But still! That’s a lot of pussy juice!After clinking shot glasses, we poured our shots in our mouths at the same time and shared a cum tasty, sloppy kiss before swallowing. Laughing and licking the cum that had escaped onto our cheeks and chin.Apologizing that he needed to get up early to oversee prepping a boat for another three day cruise, Roy walked me back down the beach towards my resort. Couples were still on the beach making love under the stars as we passed. The sounds they made had me wishing Roy and I had more time together. Roy must have wished the same because halfway to my resort, Roy surprised me by asking me to come with him on the cruise.I laughed and told him that if he expected me to be the cook then he’d have to get used to dry, scrambled eggs and burnt bacon. Roy told me that he had two other men that regularly crewed the boats he piloted. They would handle the cooking and regular boat handling chores. All I would need to do would be to serve the food and maybe some light vacuuming and cleaning. When I asked if he was really asking me to be a Boat Bunny, Roy only smiled and answered that that would be my decision.See, a Boat Bunny is a woman who hangs around marinas always ready to hop on the next boat for any destination or even just a day’s outing. A combination hostess, waitress and whore. A large tip for services rendered was always expected at the end of a voyage.The people we would be taking from one island to another was a Canadian couple in their 50s. With a promise of snorkeling beautiful sites and having more time with Roy, I made up my mind quickly. We turned and began walking back to Roy’s home to sleep. In the morning we’d leave early enough to stop at my bungalow to pack a small bag for me.The next morning Roy packed his small ditty bag with clothes and smiled at me as he put the teak wood spoon in the bag, too. My small bag was packed quickly with Roy giving me helpful tips on how to dress as a Boat Bunny. A few lacy halter tops where the lace barely covered my nipples, a pair of Daisy Dukes, no bras and my skimpiest thong bikini. Even with toiletries and makeup there was a large amount of space left over in my smallest luggage case.The man behind the desk at Roy’s office didn’t care I was sailing as part of the crew. Adding my name to the crew’s list he warned Roy to, ‘Keep your Boat Bunny under control.’ I’d never been a Boat Bunny. I kind’a liked being seen as something I’d never expected doing. I added an extra sway to my hips for the guy behind the desk to admire as Roy took me out onto the pier to see the boat that would be my home for the next three days.Giving me a quick tour of the sixty-five foot motor yacht, Roy showed me my small bunk space by the engines. Tossing my bag on the bunk I asked the question I’d been waiting to ask. Would I be expected to service the other two men in his crew? As a Boat Bunny, would I be expected to spread my legs for the guy renting the boat?Telling me that his crew would definitely want to fuck me, Roy said he’d let them know he’d invited me aboard. It would be entirely up to me who I let between my legs and when. He assured me that his crew were gentlemen. And it turned out to be true. Both were black men in their 40s with the same French accented English that Roy had. Both had the same, unhurried sense of time that experienced seamen must develope after long days on the water. Both turned out to be wonderful lovers during the cruise when they knew I would service their needs, too. That same unhurried canlı bahis siteleri sense of time carried over into their love-making. Long, lazy sessions of sex when we could manage. They always seemed as intersted in my pleasure as in their’s. That didn’t mean they weren’t interested in quickies during the day. Meeting the Canadian couple later in the morning, they turned out to be rather plump, in their late 50s grandparents on their once a year vacation. I could tell that the woman didn’t like my halter top and Daisy Dukes showing my tight ass cheeks and bikini top that barely had enough material to cover my nipples. Her husband eyed me with entirely different emotions.Casting off the lines, we headed out on our three day cruise. Serving drinks and a light lunch a short time later, the wife treated me like dirt while her husband admired my ass and long legs whenever his wife wasn’t looking. At one time running his hand up the inside of my thigh from my knee to the crotch of my Daisy Dukes. I had several quickie fucks with the husband during the cruise when he managed to escape his wife’s eagle eyes. Unsatisfying to me but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely. Once, when the wife was in a reclining deck chair on the stern watching the water foam in our wake from the propellers, I was bent over the sofa in the lounge taking her hubby’s cock while looking out the sliding glass doors. Keeping one eye on the back of her head ready to drop down behind the sofa if she moved to get up. He wasn’t a good fuck but fucking him, literally!, twenty feet behind his wife’s back, made me feel wicked. And, as the song goes, Wicked Always Wins! ( LOL Love that song! Look it up on youtube if interested. I play it often when I’m planning a delicious plot twist. LOL) After he came, I didn’t bother pulling my shorts up, I just ran to the small galley with my shorts in my hand. I surprised the hell out of the crewman who doubled as our cook by stripping his pants down to suck his cock to hardness. Once he was hard I took off my bikini top and bent over the sink. He didn’t need words to know what I wanted. My fingers were quickly covered in grandpa’s cum and they slid over my clit easily as the cook mounted me for a much more satisfying fuck and orgasm. Being more wicked, I made a small mark on the salad plate that would be the old lady’s and dribbled cum all over her lettuce.I grabbed my clothes and ran up the short ladder to the yacht’s bridge and gave Roy the treat of eating two men’s cum from my pussy before he bent me over the control panel to mount me. Denying Roy his pleasure of sucking his cum from me after he came, I let the cum in me out into a cup. I just had time to get dressed to serve dinner. But every dish I served to that old bat had a liberal coating of cum from me and three men. God, that old bitch got on my nervesGoing to my bunk for a nap after dinner, I ran into our third crewman just waking from his nap. Putting my hands on my bunk to steady myself I bent over and let him have a quick, stand up fuck, also. Douching in the shower, letting hot water wash me clean of cum, I finally got my nap feeling satisfied and, need I say it… Very wicked! Roy and his two crewmen were wonderful lovers when we had the time. At night after the Canadians retired to their cabin, the entire boat became our sexual playground. Sure, there were quickies, but there were also many long, unhurried fuckings behind the closed curtains that seperated my bunk area from the engine room. Certainly Roy and I were able to enjoy drinking our cum, and other’s, several times. Ladies, here is a couple of lessons I learned from fucking my stepson and from a whore in Amsterdam. When you know you are going to have lots of sex, take it doggy style or suck cock until you get a mouthful of cum. Save those pussy lips from being pounded into sore, swollen flesh. Ass cheeks have much more padding than pussy lips. I get wet at the sound of a zipper going down. If you don’t, use two fingers to push plenty of lubricant as far up your cunt as you can. Well lubricated cunt flesh and ass cheeks can handle a lot more fucking than pussy lips.Between sex and operating the boat, me and the ship’s crew’s sleep came in naps whenever we had the time. One rule was we never disturbed anyone sleeping. With the engine so close, our bunk compartment stayed nice and warm so I slept in the nude with no fear anyone would disturb me. I made sure that ‘my crew’ was well serviced when I was awake. In return my pussy was very, very well, ‘serviced’. LOL I was a busy Bunny.The only downer on our cruise was the wife. She continued to treat me like the dirt under her feet and I made sure that everything she ate was coated in as much cum as I could manage. To also repay her sour disposition, I took every opportunity to tease her husband. With my back to her I’d pull my halter to one side to caress a tit while her hubby watched. I cut the material of the crotch of my Daisy Dukes so thin they’d ride up and disapear into my pussy lips if I bent over. She pretended not to notice but her hubby sure as hell did. I never, ever, slutted myself to friend’s husbands. She wasn’t my friend so I was the biggest slut she’d ever met. I was the biggest slut her husband had ever met, too. Always ready to take his cock in my mouth or pussy whenever he was out of her sight. The last day of the cruise, Hubby was kissing me while squeezing my tits. Hubby became absolutely frantic to come when I whispered in his ear how much cum his bitch wife had eaten with her meals. He was barely in my mouth before coming. I’m sure he had a hard-on every meal after that for a long time even after returning to Montreal. I was so wicked!When the cruise ended, I was with the crew wishing the couple a happy life as we waited for our expected tip. The man gave me the same tip as the other crew while his wife watched. When she turned to walk down to the pier however, he pushed several more bills into my hand along with a card with his office phone number on it.I had one more day of my vacation left and Roy and I spent it on the beach and in his home. Roy had another cruise to prepare for and I had to board a resort boat to another island to catch my plane for home. But we had one last, long fuck and shared a goodbye toast with full shot glasses. Dressing later in my bungalow for the trip home I had to leave my bra off. Three days of having strong sailor men to myself left my tits too swollen to fit comfortably in cups my tits usually snuggled in nicely. On the plane, I fell asleep knowing I’d had one of my best vacations ever.I know it’s hard to believe that circumstances would align to make such a crazy time possible. All I can say is that the Universe loves me and aligns Itself around me. But as I type this in my home office, I only need to look over to see a framed, Canadian 100 dollar bill hanging on my wall to convince me that my memory is true. The first money I earned as a Wicked Boat Bunny.

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