Chapter 68: Wanda Squirts
After my trip to my sister’s farm for the funeral, I was finally back home on my boat. It felt good, comfortable to be back aboard. I arrived in the late afternoon. With no fresh food aboard, I visited the on-site restaurant for a bite to eat.
The dinner crowd had not yet assembled so the restaurant was only partly full. I took a seat at the bar. I saw Kevin, the owner of the mega-yacht, at the far end of the bar. He was engrossed in an intimate conversation with Liz, the red-haired nympho, their heads close together. Candy was also there, bustling around serving tables.
Eventually Liz came to take my order. “Hey, Sailor! Long time, no see. Where’ve you been?” “I had to fly out unexpectedly. A family funeral.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What can I get for you?”
When Liz brought my food, she gave me a thumbnail sketch of the goings on during my absence. It sounded as if Liz and Kevin were now an item, spending all their free time together. Lucky guy. There had been another ‘gangbang gathering’ on Kevin’s huge yacht and Candy thought that I had left for good.
As I was finishing my meal, Candy came by. “Whoa, Sailor! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in days. I thought you left us.” “Just had to fly out of town for a family funeral. How have you been?” “Oh, I’ve been okay. I was sad when I didn’t see you and you didn’t call or text. I thought you had just left without saying good-bye.”
“Well, Candy, I’ll be leaving for good in a day or two. Too many other places to see, people to meet. Maybe we can say our good-byes later tonight.” “That would be nice but I don’t get off until 8 tonight. Can we meet after that? Oh, and do you mind if I bring a friend?” I understood it as a rhetorical question; I just winked.
I took the afternoon to taxi into town. I hit the grocery store and the liquor store. Then spent time stowing everything. At sundown, I enjoyed dusk in the cockpit. As I ate and drank, I watched the other boaters walk past my slip. I took note of the ‘lookers.’
After 8:30, I spied Candy walking down the dock, arm-in-arm with a guy on one arm and an older, mom type, on the other. I greeted them and ushered them aboard. “Come aboard!”
Candy made introductions. “This if Travis, my closest FWB, and this is Wanda, my aunt.” “Hi, everybody. Welcome aboard, may I get you something from the bar?” Wanda spoke first. “I’ll have a glass of white wine, if you have it.” Travis wanted a beer and Candy, true to form, wanted anything strong, with a kick to it. “Coming right up. Make yourselves comfortable.
I went below to play bartender as they chatted amongst themselves topside. I returned with libations and we enjoyed some brief chit-chat. I noticed that they all downed their drinks in a hurry. I offered a second round.
“Why don’t y’all come below while I fix drinks. Look around. Get a glimpse into boat life.” They followed me down and Candy made a beeline for the bed as Wanda and Travis looked around and snooped.
“Wow! Look Travis. It even has a bathroom! I’m impressed!” I replied “All the comforts of home. And, incidentally, it’s called a head on a boat.” Wanda tilted her head. “A head? Oh, I get it. That’s where you get head!”
I chuckled. “Actually, Wanda, I usually give and get head everywhere except the head. Don’t mean to spoil the image in your mind, but it’s usually more comfortable in the bed. Right, Candy?”
Candy downed her drink and proffered her empty glass toward me. “Give me another three finger pour and you’ll find out!” I wasn’t sure if she was verifying my statement or if she was offering.
Turns out she was offering. Once she had another tumbler of brown liquor in hand, she turned to Travis. “Ok, lover boy. It’s time to service my cunt. We’ve been talkin’ about head so, start with that. Come suck my pussy.” Travis eagerly got up and reached to pull Candy’s bottoms off. With a blink of the eye, his head was buried between her thighs, busy attending to her needs.
I looked at Wanda. She was watching Travis and Candy as Travis devoured her enticing cunt. Wanda didn’t seem phased at all about what she was seeing. In fact, she had a smile on her face and one hand on her own breast, fondling her nipple through her sheer top.
Wanda was in her mid-40s, still attractive but not in a glamourous way. Maybe a 6 or 7 on a 10 scale. Her hair was cut to make her appear younger, long with bangs. She had it braided, one braid hanging down on either side of her face. She had a decent chest, still firm and standing up, wanting to be noticed. Her mid-riff had thickened up a little yet her hips still splayed out, offering nice handles.
“That looks like so much fun” she said. “I love to have my pussy serviced. Eaten, fucked, fingers … you name it. The orgasms are so powerful.” This sounded like an invitation.
Feeling the effects of the liquor and seeing Travis’ head in Candy’s crotch, my little guy starts to stiffen. I responded “I’m not sure what Candy has told you about me, but, unless you’re frigid, I can guaranty you at least one orgasm. Maybe more.”
Like a magnet, Wanda snapped to me, pressing her body against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her vision on my face. “Oh, really? That’s a guaranty? And what if you fail?”
“If I fail, God forbid, my reputation will be ruined. You’ll have to take care of all my sexual needs, indefinitely.”
“You’re on, Sailor.”
I ushered her toward the bed, next to Travis and Candy. Candy was in the throes of ecstasy, moaning and hissing, thrusting her hips up against Trav’s face. From my past episodes with her, I could tell that she was close to a climax.
“If it’s alright with you, Wanda, I’d like to start with what we’ve been watching.” She needed no further prompting as she dropped her drawers and panties to the floor. Lying on her back, I pulled her hips toward the edge of the bed and descended to my knees.
Her fuckbox was at eye level now and her equipment was more than adequate. Her vulva was natural, with thick, curly pubic hair in abundance. Perfect, I thought. Just how I like it. Her labia were protruding from her outer lips and were already glistening with desire.
Her legs spread wide open, I wrapped my arms under her legs. I gently licked her inner thighs, kissing them and nibbling ever so gently. I worked my way up her thighs, tickling them and stroking them with my beard. She began groaning. “That’s nice, Sailor. It’s been a while since I’ve had my pussy eaten. Be gentle with me.”
When I got to the end of her thighs, I cautiously licked the juices weeping from her outer lips. My tongue lapped up and down her slit, pressing in to part her lips. I sucked in her inner pussy lips to enjoy the juices now more evident. I licked her cunt from bottom to top, rimming her at the bottom and teasing her clit at the top.
By now Wanda was moaning loudly and shifting her hips sideways, up and down, every which way. Sensing her arousal, I took her clit into my mouth. It was a decent sized clit and was standing fully erect, engorged, and ready for more.
My assault on her clit went from gentle, sensual lip and tongue action, to nearly ferocious decimation. What started out as a gentle sucking on her clit, my tongue stroking it, twiddling it, went to nibbles, then biting. When my teeth got involved, she had a sudden change in her response.
“Oh my God, oh my God! Forget about being gentle with me. She wants this, she needs this. Yes! Please. Harder on my clit, she loves it!” Her twitching and heaving were now in overdrive.
As I sucked her clit into my mouth, I’d let it scrape against my front teeth. She’d cry out in pleasure. I did this repeatedly, hoping to fulfill my guaranty of an orgasm. After a dozen iterations, she squealed with delight and shot a load of piss all over my face. As she bucked her hips, I pulled my lips off and replaced them with my thumb, smashing her clit against her pelvis. As I destroyed her clit, she continued to squirt her juices, two, three, four times.
Finally, she stopped thrusting. I very gently put my lips back on her clit and caressed it. I used my tongue and lips to summon every last ounce of pleasure I could deliver.
As she lay, exhausted, on the bed I spoke up. “Well, it looks as if I’ve backed up my guaranty. My reputation is still intact and you’re off the hook to take care of all my sexual needs, indefinitely.”
“Candy was right. You do an admirable job. I had my doubts but you’ve dispelled them. That was amazing, Sailor. Truly amazing.”
By now, Travis and Candy had finished their own lovefest. As we all got redressed, I grabbed a bottle of Kahlua. “Please join me in the cockpit for one last nightcap.”
We sat topside enjoying our liqueur and reviewed our sexual antics. Wanda sat next to me, resting her empty hand in my crotch, slowly rubbing my erection. Travis piped up “I’m a bit disappointed to be honest. After Candy told me about you, I expected to have some cock action.”
“Maybe tomorrow, Travis, maybe tomorrow.”
