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This happened on the charter boat while I was in St. Croix. We weren’t supposed to fuck the people in the charter parties or, if we did we were to take it off the boat. This rule did get broken a few times, usually by me. I found that, unless it was a very bad incident, it was overlooked. I was helping the owner out anyway and didn’t really need the job. There were a few ‘near misses’ of being caught…one time that I wasn’t caught but the wife knew that the husband had fucked me.
By this time I was established well enough on the island and, had a decent part time job working in a small bar. I was turning five or six tricks a week, working for Rita a little, so I was making a pretty good living on my back…or on my knees…or on all fours…
I was also getting more than my fair share of some nice black cock.
This was one time that I was caught [literally] with my pants down. Actually it was the bottom of a bikini swimsuit…
I was only providing ‘customer service’…
The charter was for a week, five islands, seven days. Our party was a couple with two k**s; the daughter was ten, the son was fifteen and, the only one that wasn’t in a state of being perpetually pissed off. He was a pretty good looking young guy. For the first few days not much happened; I was looked at a lot but that was about it. When we left St. Johns Bay for Antigua; things changed a little. We’d left a little late so the passage would be a slow one; putting us in Antigua early in the morning. I took a turn at the helm from dark to midnight; during that time the son joined me in the cockpit. He’d been eyeing me up quite a bit and wanted to talk. With everyone else in bed the timing was ideal.
The son was no dummy, good looking and, from the beginning of the conversation, realized ‘what’ I was. I had a very horny fifteen year old virgin in the cockpit so I made the most of it. When everyone else turned in, I closed the hatch and relaxed for a nice chat. An hour later he was standing in front of me, moaning like hell, as I swallowed a very nice load of cum. By the time the cook came up to relieve me, I’d swallowed a second nice load. That one had taken a while and, been very sloppy!
By the time I was relieved on the helm he’d made it clear that he wanted to fuck me. He was very open about it. I made it clear that I was fuckable; all we had to do was find the time and place to get it done.
In Antigua we had to take on fresh water and fuel plus, some fresh provisions. The cook and I did the shopping while the boat was tended to. The family had gone exploring in town – even though they were still pissed-off most of the time.
While we were walking around she asked me, “Did you blow that k** in the cockpit last night?”
“Twice…god did he have a nice big load! I would have taken a few more hours on watch but you broke it up.”
“Next time we’ll figure it out before I disturb you like that. Does he want to fuck you?”
I told her that it was the next thing on our agenda; all we needed was the right time and place. We were headed for Virgin Gorda [kind of a fitting name for what I had in mind] then a nice slow sail to finish out the week; with a few more stops in mind. That afternoon we moved the boat to the public docks and let everyone enjoy a night in town. The k** went with his family but…returned after maybe half an hour. The captain had gone off to visit a local ‘friend’; when the k** came back the cook made an excuse and left. She was a friend that way.
We were tied-up on the far end of the one area on the dock; the area wasn’t as brightly lit as most of it. All we had was a nice mellow glow from the street lights and the lights on the boat. When she left I turned out all of the lights except for the ones in the main cabin and the cockpit. We went forward, taking a few cushions with us and, sat on the front of the main cabin to talk. It was dimly lit there so we’d have a little privacy for a while.
The rest of the boats were silent and quiet, most of the people were in town [as usual] with just a few of the crew lounging around. The k** wanted to fuck me and I wanted fucked in the worst way. Following a little foreplay; we got ourselves into a fairly comfortable position, semi-hidden from almost everyone and…I helped the k** get his first piece of ass. It didn’t last long but I was left with a nice big load of cum. I would have tried for a second one but the family returned and broke things up.
The mother gave me a few very hard looks and didn’t say much. I made some drinks and was sociable with everyone. Mothers just know; it didn’t help that the k** was acting nervous.
I’d primed the pump, so to speak. On the next leg I blew him again while I was at the helm at night. We talked and I assured him that, I knew a place we could go on Virgin Gorda. I knew a small dive [local bar] that had rooms in the back. If he could get away from the family, we could spend a few hours in bed enjoying some nice relaxed sex.
We did manage to pull it off; three hours of uninhibited fucking that left both of us worn out. His cock was a very good fit for me; I just let him ride as hard as he wanted to and…he wanted to! By the time we returned to the boat my cunt was tingling, I was glowing all over and the k** was happy. His virginity was now, even after that first little ‘quickie’, a thing of the past. They went to dinner that night, mom made it very clear that he was going along…she was beyond suspecting anything…she knew; I could tell by the attitude and the ‘looks’.
Our next stop was Jost Van Dyke. I knew we’d drop anchor in a place called Little Harbor and that the dinghy would be used to get to shore. That bought time for us. I had things to do on the boat, the captain took the family ashore and the k** had feigned being ‘sick’ to stay behind. We’d rigged the canopy that covered the cockpit and most of the roof of the main cabin. The way the captain had arranged things, they would be gone until after lunch; enough time to get our sex on. I made a big pitcher of Screwdrivers for us and we lounged on deck for a while – enough time to make sure no one was coming back.
I made sure of this by scanning the dock area with the binoculars a few times. Our dinghy was tied up there and I couldn’t see anything of the family…the cook had gone along after giving me a broad wink.
We were in the shade of the canopy, there were no other boats around us and we were at least a hundred yards from the dock or the shore.
I found myself face down in the cockpit, on a seat cushion, getting fucked good and hard for a while. Just like in the little room at the bar, with some privacy and no one around, I got him in the right position inside of me and had a very nice orgasm of my own. About an hour later there was an instant replay. Not that ‘instant’ though, it took him a lot longer so I could enjoy that hard young cock slipping in and out of me easily. We lounged after that and had some drinks; I was careful not to allow him to get too much alcohol in him. I didn’t want to piss-off mama [any worse than she was already] and, there was a chance for more cock.
That happened after lunch.
I’d cleaned up everything from our little lunch and was cleaning up in the main cabin when he attacked me from behind. I was pushed down across the table in the cabin and he made an attempt to penetrate me – the k** was rock hard.
I suggested that we go to the forward cabin in the bow [where the cook and I slept] to get it on. It was small, shaped like a ‘V’ because it was all the way in the bow of the boat and the bunks were the ideal height to bend someone over – that was the plan. He followed me there and; within a few minutes I was bent over my bunk, swimsuit bottom around my ankles and he was trying to fuck me through the side of the boat! In the position I was in, all I had to do was straighten up just a little and he was hitting my ‘G’ spot over and over! I went with total enjoyment at getting it for the third time that day. I let everything go and was raising pure hell – really begging him to fuck deeper and harder when there was a scream from the main cabin.
We’d been so engrossed in sexual bliss that we didn’t hear either the dinghy come alongside, mom climb up the ladder or enter the cabin…the scream stopped us both cold!
Although we both spent a good half hour trying to pacify her; she took him ashore with her, in the end. I was left alone to try and figure out how I was ‘r****g’ her poor little boy? I always thought that was a little fucked up; like the high school k**s who bang their teachers. I mean, it was his cock, in me, how is that ****? And, he’d been the one to come on to me…I was just available and ready.
The rest of that trip was very ‘frosty’ from everyone; except for the cook, she thought it was a scream. We took the shortest route back to St. Criox where, I found a note waiting to call the owner.
He found it mildly amusing but…he figured that, no matter what anyone did, he’d probably have to refund the money. I promised not to do it again [on the boat] and that I’d work the next few months of charters for free. He went along with that. Hell, the cook was as big a slut as I was; the difference was that she did it for d**gs, I did it for sex.
Of course I’d been caught with my bikini down; she hadn’t.
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