Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. SUMMER LOVE - PART 4 by CodCapers codcapers at yahoo dot com Work had settled back into a predictable pattern and Molly and I were on the same schedule again after her vacation. As our next day off approached, we were eager to make some plans that would give us some extra time together. We hadn't really had much time together since Molly had returned from Europe and we wanted to make it a special day. I also wanted to give Molly her birthday gifts. Yes, it would be a week early, but I wanted her to have them and we had already planned a night out with two other couples for her actual birthday since she would be turning 21. There wouldn't be a lot of time for gift giving between now and then. I was struggling to come up with a romantic plan for the day when Molly reminded me of her father's boat -- The Tempest -- and suggested that we take it for a day or perhaps even an overnight trip. 'Boat' was almost an insulting term for this vessel. It was a Beneteau Oceanis 390 sailboat that was absolutely luxurious both inside and out. I had always been more fond of powerboats, and my family had always had small ones that made it easy to get to and from all the great Cape beaches at almost any tide either for pleasure, fishing, or clamming. Sailboats weren't really my cup of tea, but this boat was an exception. It had two spacious cabins for sleeping, a V-berth up front and a stateroom-style cabin in the stern. It also had a fully-equipped galley, spacious salon area and all the electronics and safety features that money could buy. Inside and out were trimmed with teak and the boat was well-maintained both aesthetically and mechanically. It could easily accomodate six people, even overnight, so Molly and I would have plenty of space. Molly had been sailing with her father almost from the time she could walk and was a superb sailor. Even at nearly 40', she could handle Tempest alone and although I wasn't much of a deckhand, I was sure I could help out if or when I was needed. We decided to take the boat out following our breakfast shift and would stay out that night, returning late the next day. Molly's parents once again showed their trust and generosity and were happy to let us use the boat. Molly's father had had a busy summer at work and hadn't had as much time as he usually did to use the boat. I think he was glad to see it being used -- even if it wasn't by him. We packed up enough food to last us a couple of days, including a couple of lobsters fresh from the tank the morning we left, and headed out into the Sound for a day of sailing and sun. I had my gifts for Molly stashed in my overnight bag and had gotten a small cake for us to share, complete with candles. As we left the private slip, Molly decided that we'd make a run for Nantucket and perhaps spend the night moored in Nantucket Harbor. I was just along for the ride and I knew she wouldn't get us into any situation that we (mostly she) couldn't handle. The winds were favorable and after we cleared the harbor, Molly killed the engine and we raised the sails. The boat was equipped with Loran and an autopilot, so Molly setup the coordinates for a run to Nantucket and we were able to relax on deck and enjoy the day. It was nearly perfect with temperatures in the 80s, low humidity and not a cloud in the sky. Being a weekday, it was also pretty quiet in the Sound. We'd see an occasional fishing boat off in the distance and a few other sailboats or pleasure craft here and there, but we were nearly alone. Realizing this, Molly decided to work on her "all over" tan and she quickly removed her sexy little bikini and was down to her birthday suit in short order. She looked fabulous, lying on her stomach on one of the padded chaises built into the deck of the boat. Her tan was deep as her time in Cannes had obviously allowed her to bronze her tits a bit as well. "We went topless a bit in Europe, but I like this better," she smiled and motioned for me to join her au natural. "Come on... lose that suit, chicken." I looked around a bit for other boats and seeing none decided to comply with Molly's wishes, dropping my swimsuit and quickly lying down on my stomach on the starboard chaise to hide my growing discomfort. The upper deck of the boat had a pretty high railing and it wasn't likely anyone would get a really good view unless they were *really* close to us. I wasn't used to nude sunbathing, so my normally covered parts were stark white in comparison to my otherwise tanned frame. Molly's cute little ass was lighter than the rest of her tan, gorgeous body, but she had obviously gotten a bit of sun on her more private parts as they weren't nearly as white as mine. She went with a thong -- sometimes less -- around her parent's pool, but typically wore a normal, although still skimpy, bikini when we went to various public beaches together. "A little white there, eh?" she asked, as she nodded toward my butt, giving it the once over. "Well... I don't take vacations in Europe and have my own pool to sunbathe at," I countered with a smile. "I better make sure you don't burn, then." Molly reached into her beach bag and pulled out a container of sunscreen. She gracefully got up, tossed a seat cushion onto the deck next to me, and kneeled beside me. I was still lying on my stomach and Molly squeezed a bit of lotion out and began to spread it around, starting first with my lower back along my tan line, but quickly working down to my white butt cheeks and upper legs. The sensation was fabulous and a small groan escaped from my lips as she continued to work the lotion in. I laid my head down facing her, smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations provided by the lotion and Molly's hands and soaking up the warm July sun. Not being satisfied with one application, she squeezed more lotion into her hand and began a second round. As she worked it up my inner thigh this time, her hand began to bump into the underside of my balls and this elicited more moans as she sensed my enjoyment and continued to go back to this area, intentionally rubbing the sensitive area. "Roll over," she whispered into my ear. Rock hard at this point and in no position to argue (if I had cared to), I followed her instructions and turned over. A big smile crossed Molly's face as she noticed my situation, but initially she avoided my shaft and continued to work the lotion into my midsection, driving me to total distraction as she teased me. Finally, as my rod jerked reflexively even without direct contact, she slid her slippery hand onto my cock and slowly began to stroke me. "Can't let this get burnt. I've got plans for it the next day or so..." After the massage, I wasn't expecting to be able to hold out for very long, but I tried to calm myself and enjoy the sensations for as long as I could. The sun felt great and Molly's small hand wrapped around my shaft had me in total bliss. "Let's not let this go to waste," she cooed as she slowly rose up and straddled me. The massage had obviously caused her some excitement and as I looked down, I saw that her pussy was pink and damp with her own juices. She placed the head of my prick at her entrance and lowered herself down onto my shaft slowly, moaning as each inch disappeared into her. She was wetter than I thought and slid in easily. After the initial plunge she began a slow and methodical motion, mimicking the motion of the water and waves as the boat plowed through the light chop. I reached down to my side and found the sunscreen, squeezing a large blob onto my hand to warm it up a bit. Molly's rythym had increased a bit, but her eyes were still closed as she continued her up-and-down motion. When my slippery hands hit her tits, though, her eyes flew open and she looked down at me with a lust-filled expression and began to moan loudly as I worked the warm lotion into her breasts, using the extra slickness to give her nipples extra attention. Before I could even reach down for a second blob of lotion, Molly exploded in orgasm, shrieking and increasing her motion on my cock. The sight of this gorgeous creature and the setting of the waves and sun were too much for me as well and I exploded inside her, releasing jet after jet of semen into her folds. She collapsed on top of me and cooed in my ear as we lay together on the deck soaking in the sun and the salt air. We laid like this for quite a while when Molly suddenly announced that she was hungry and hopped up. She headed belowdeck and I called after her, asking if she wanted help. "Nope... I've got this meal. You have to cook the lobsters tonight, though. I can't stand putting the poor things into the pot. They sure do taste good, though...," she trailed off. I heard the fridge and cooler open several times and after about fifteen minutes she arrived on the deck again -- still nude -- with lunch. Being out on the water always makes me hungry. Add to that the recent sex and I was ravenous. Molly had picked up some prepared chicken salad and cold shrimp, so we feasted on chicken salad sandwiches and shrimp cocktail and ate every last bite. We washed lunch down with a couple of Coronas. "Good... you'll need that strength for later," she offered with a smile. When *wasn't* this girl smiling, I thought to myself as I grabbed the dirty plates and headed for the hatch. "I'll do that," Molly offered. "No way... you made it, I'll clean it up. Enjoy the sun." Clean up was a snap and I had it done in five minutes and was back up on deck. Molly was checking our coordinates on the Loran and we were right on course and would arrive in Nantucket in about two hours. We each picked a chaise and laid back for more relaxation and sun. "You didn't finish," she said after a few minutes. "Huh?" "With the lotion. You only did these," she said, grabbing her tits playfully and jiggling them at me. "You're already tan," I argued with a smile, lying back and pretending to not care. "It's not the burn I care about, it's the massage I didn't get." "Ah, if that's your problem," I offered and grabbed the lotion. "Here... use this," she said, hopping up and pulling some SPF6 tanning oil out of her bag and quickly returning to the chaise, lying on her back. "Front first," I asked. "Mmmmm." Taking that as a "yes", I squirted some of the oil on my hands and got down to work. Given the tease that I had received before lunch, I decided that I was going to make this massage last a while. I started with Molly's arms, taking each one in turn and working from the fingers to the shoulder, being careful to hit every inch of her. Next, I moved to her shoulders and chest, careful to avoid extended contact with her tits and focusing more on her upper chest and shoulders. Circling around her breasts, nipples already erect, I moved to her stomach and midriff, then on to her hips and her mons, careful again not to directly stimulate her labia or clit, but working the oil into every other area I could. After several minutes in this region, I moved down to her legs, starting with each thigh, teasing her inner thighs just out of reach of her slit and then moving down to her knees, calves and finally her feet. I could tell from the moans and the reaction of her body that I was doing a good job and even without directly stimulating her she was extremely aroused. Her nipples were still hard and her pussy was puffy and glistening with new moisture. "Now the back," I said. She rolled over with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but I wasn't done yet and she had no reason for a frown. I told her so. Now with access to her backside I lubed up with tanning oil when needed and worked my way back up her body. Feet. Ankles. Calves. Knees. Thighs. When I got to her ass I spent a long time massaging and kneading her buns and to increase the tease would occasionally slip one hand or the other between her thighs and brush against her mound lightly, much as she had done to my balls during her sunscreen application. At this point, my shaft was hard again and I changed positions slightly and straddled her ass, my cock rubbing between her cheeks. I wasn't done with the massage yet and was somehow able to get myself under control and not plunge my dick right into her from behind. I re-focused and began to work on Molly's back, eliciting more moans and groans as what little tension the girl had escaped her body thanks to my hands as I worked my way up her back and to her shoulders. My own tension level was starting to grow and was soon to need some release of its own, so after thoroughly massaging her shoulders and back I worked my way back down to her ass and began once more to tease her pussy with gentle swipes of my hands. With each swipe, Molly got hotter and hotter, moaning softly and then more intently with each touch. She began to raise her ass up in the air while keeping her shoulders and face low to the cushions of the chaise. Eventually, she was all the way up on her knees and my hand was busily working her slit on an almost constant basis. Her slit smelled so good that I couldn't stand it any longer and rolled onto my back with my head between her legs. Her body went rigid almost the moment my tongue started to explore her lips and when I touched and finally began to suck her clit, I thought she was going to crush my face as she pressed her pussy down onto me and shuddered with a tremendous orgasm. Almost before she had come down from her orgasm, she swung her body around, barely moving her mound out of reach of my tongue and inhaled my cock with her mouth, taking in more of me than I ever remember her taking before. Her moans continued as I kept attacking her folds with my tongue, reaching around to squeeze her ass cheeks and down to occasionally grab a handful of one of her tits. Her moans grew in intensity as my own did and after several more minutes of oral work I sensed Molly closing on another orgasm. My own explosion was rapidly approaching as Molly continued to bob up and down on my cock and I tried to time my assault on her clit with my own impending orgasm. I succeeded and at the same time that Molly ground her pussy in my face and screamed with her own release, my shaft released into her waiting mouth and throat and a gutteral growl escaped from my mouth as I continued to pump sperm into her warm mouth. Several minutes later while we basked in the afterglow, a slow beep from the Loran snapped us out of our reverie, indicating that we were getting close to our destination. We rose, still shaky from our recent lovemaking, and reluctantly put on some clothes as we looked over the bow of the boat to see Nantucket slowly rising in the distance. We entered the outer harbor under sail, but quickly lowered them and went to diesel power to navigate the narrow channels lined with boats ten times more expensive than even Molly's father's fabulous Beneteau. Molly found a spot and I dropped anchor. We launched the small Zodiac and went to the harbormaster to find out if he had a mooring we could use for the evening. He did, and we were glad to find that it was one on the outermost edge of the harbor and was surrounded by mostly day-trip boats, meaning we'd likely have a lot of privacy for our overnight stay. Molly called her family from the harbormaster's office to let them know where we were and that we were staying overnight. I had already let my folks know I was going to be gone overnight. It was getting close to sunset when I headed down into the galley to begin to prepare the lobsters. Not much to it really, and I just got a few inches water going at a good rolling boil in the bottom of a large pot, put in a steam rack and dropped the lobsters in head-first. They were joined by a few ears of corn and a few steamers that I had gotten from a friend of the family the day before. Timing was excellent and I brought the lobsters, steamers, corn and some potato salad up onto the deck just as the sun was beginning to dip down on the horizon. I returned to the galley quickly for the melted butter and a bottle of champagne that I had gotten a few days before. "Happy Birthday, sweetie," I said to Molly. "It's not until next week." "I know... but I wanted to do something special for you when we were alone. We're going out next week and I wasn't sure how much alone time we'd have." Molly smiled and we both set to attacking our lobsters, hungry once again from both the sea and the sex. "Delicious," she offered part way through the meal. The lobsters weren't large, but they were extremely sweet and tender and the steamers were great too, clean and sweet in their own way and completely free of sand which can sometimes make the treat less enjoyable. The corn was native bread-and-butter corn and was fresh-picked daily and the potato salad, although store-bought, had been picked up from a local deli and was great. We ate on disposable plates so there wouldn't really be any clean-up. After picking the lobsters clean, Molly had cleaned up in no time and was back on deck still in her bikini bottom, but now with a sweatshirt on. She still looked sexy as hell as she emerged with the bottle of champagne and topped off both of our glasses. The sunset was spectacular and we just sat on the deck in each others arms and watched until it was almost pitch black. The stars began to come out and the air cooled off quite a bit, so we headed into the salon area belowdeck. After a day in the sun and sea spray and with various oils and lotions covering out bodies, both Molly and I felt like cleaning up just a bit. Thankfully, the boat carried a large supply of fresh water on board and since we would only be gone overnight, we indulged in a shared shower in the tiny head, rinsing the days salt spray and sunscreen off each other and copping a few feels here and there. It was hard not to given the size of the shower. I would have liked to have stayed in a bit longer, but knew enough that the miniscule hot water heater wouldn't provide much more water, so we got out, dried off, and put on shorts and t-shirts. While Molly was dressing I dug into my overnight bag and pulled out my two gifts, hiding them, and readied the birthday cake that I had done a pretty good job keeping hidden all day as well. "Surprise!" Molly's eyes lit up when she entered the salon and saw the cake and candles. "Make a wish, sweetie," I said, pointing to the candles. She closed her eyes, smiled impishly, and blew them out easily. We cut the tiny cake in half and fed each other, occasionally stopping to lick frosting off the lips or chin of the other and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. "OK... now for the gifts," I said, pulling them out from behind a cushion where I had hid them. Again I saw the flicker in her eyes and she grabbed the smaller of the two boxes and tore into it. "You remembered," she squealed when she saw the earrings that I had picked out for her. "Sure... you loved them that night. I was surprised you didn't buy them on the spot, but was glad to be able to get them for you." "They were kind of expensive," she said, pulling out her current pair and putting the new ones in. "A little," I offered, "but I had a little extra money and you wanted them. They look great." "Thank you. I love them." A huge kiss. "What's this one," she asked, pointing to the slightly larger box. "Find out." She tore into the second box with similar gusto and smiled broadly when she realized what was inside. "Guess you couldn't have given these to me in a crowd," she said, grinning with that impish smile again. "Not exactly." "I'm going to go try them on." And off she went towards the V-berth cabin. Several minutes passed and I was beginning to think they were the wrong size or something, but she finally emerged from the cabin, still sporting that grin, but also still wearing her shorts and t-shirt. Seeing the look of disappointment in my face, she just kept smiling and moved over to the built-in stereo and put on some music. She dimmed the lights in the salon a bit and then began to dance. Not your ordinary dance, but a very seductive one and as the music changed, Molly's body began to move along with it. I suddenly realized what she was doing when she grabbed the mast -- masts on boats of this size pass through the main cabin -- and began to perform! She was going to strip for me! My mind raced and I got comfortable on the small couch, my cock already beginning to sense what was coming and showing signs of life. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that Molly had done this several times before (maybe she had for someone else), but she danced around and used that pole like a pro. After a while and at least one song, she finally started to take something off and ever so slowly began to drop her shorts revealing her second present, a pair of sexy white lace panties that I had picked out with some embarassment in a store in the mall. The material clung to her hips and ass like it was glued on and she looked fabulous, the white material contrasting well with her tanned legs back and stomach. Next up was the t-shirt and she teased with that as well, raising the front not quite high enough for me to see how the matching bra looked. When she had tortured me enough, she finally whipped the t-shirt over her head and continued to dance, displaying the lace push-up bra that framed her tits perfectly. She danced over to me, whispering in my ear, "Nice job picking out the lingerie. Do you like it?" "Uh huh," was about all I could manage as she wiggled in front of me pushing her ass or tits into my face at random while continuing her bump-and-grind to the music. "Want one more surprise," she asked. When I nodded, she leaned in and said, "You're going to get to fuck me in the ass tonight, sailor!" With that she danced away and continued the tease, looking at my face for a reaction. My load had nearly blown just at the mention of it and I was pitching a major tent as she contiued her tease. "Amanda told me that you really enjoyed it with her and I want to try. She gave me some instructions and it's about the only thing we haven't done today. Might as well go for the trifecta, huh?" My smile and her reaction was all the encouragement she needed and she slowly began to strip out of the new lingerie. I was a little disappointed, since I hadn't got to see her in them much, but the thought of what we were about to do shook me out of that mood quickly. After losing the panties, Molly teased some more, unsnapping the bra while facing away and then using her hands to keep the material from revealing her tits too quickly. When she finally lost the bra, too, and headed toward me, completely naked and obviously excited by what was about to happen, I nearly popped again. She approached me and quickly pulled my own t-shirt up and over my head, pitching it into the corner of the room. As my arms came back down to my side, I caressed her breasts, stomach, hips and legs and as I leaned back a bit, Molly dropped down, pulled off my shorts in one quick motion and began to suck and lick my shaft. I was already worked up from the dancing and what I had just heard her say, so I was worried about releasing too soon, but she was being particularly slow and deliberate and was getting me well lubricated. When she was content with my hardness -- not that there was much doubt -- she stood up, ran quickly into the foward cabin and returned with a small tube of lubrication and a thin dildo, not unlike the one Amanda had used during our anal sex session. She handed it to me, spun around and while I was still half sitting, lowered herself onto me, impaling her pussy on my shaft and adding to the lubrication currently coating my cock. Still sensing my state of arousal, Molly moved very slowly so as not to cause me to release and looked over her shoulder at me. She motioned to the tube and her upturned ass as she leaned forward, my cock still in her pussy, and exposed her little rosebud of an asshole to me. Taking the hint I grabbed the tube of lubricant and squirted a copious amount on her ass and gently began to rub around. Molly continued to rock back and forth slowly on my shaft and I kept working more and more of the lubricant around and into her ass, trying to make sure it was well-lubed and enjoying the sensation of my finger in her ass while my dick was buried in her slit. As I worked more and more into her ass, she began to moan in pleasure, but maintained her slow pace on my pole, keeping it hard but not sending me over the edge, and using the mast as a handhold to keep her pace consistent. After several more minutes and a few more squirts of lubricant, Molly repositioned herself on the couch and handed me the dildo. I squirted some more lubricant onto her ass and heavily lubricated the small, thin dildo and with her on her hands and knees, gently began to insert it into her ass. I took a lot of care and went painfully slowly, but as more and more of the dildo disappeared into her ass, her moans increased. Eventually the full length of the dildo was in her ass and I slowly moved it in and out increasing Molly's moaning by another few decibels. She was obviously enjoying this and after a few more minutes she reached back and had me remove the dildo completely. She grabbed the lubricant tube and squirted a bunch into her hand. She coated my shaft in the lubricant and then turned around again back on her hands and knees. "Are you sure," I asked praying that she wouldn't change her mind. She turned and looked at me with lust in her eyes and without answering, motioned me to move between her legs and grabbed my cock, positioning it just so. She put the head up to her asshole and slowly but relentlessly moved herself back into me... inch by inch. Once she had enough in, she let go of my cock and grabbed the pole once again as a handhold and to steady herself. When she had buried my shaft completely inside her ass, we both moaned in unison, revelling in the sensation and the tightness. "Oh god that feels great," she moaned. I could only grunt in reply. Molly relaxed a bit, knowing that she could take me and then began to move herself back and forth, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed, all the while using the mast to steady herself. In a few minutes, she was nearing orgasm and I wasn't about to hold myself back anymore. The tightness and warmth, even after two rounds of sex already today, was more than I could stand and the sight of her hammering her ass onto my cock while moaning loudly was just glorious. Molly came first, screaming out in pleasure and driving her ass one last time onto my cock. As she reached to squeeze her own tits, increasing her orgasm, I blew my own load keep in her ass, hanging onto her hips and trying to just push a little more of my cock into her. "Oh god, that was incredible," Molly said breathlessly after a few more minutes, my cock slowly losing steam and slipping from her ass. I could only mutter an "Uh huh" and we cleaned ourselves up a bit and slowly rose and headed for the large master cabin. Both of our heads had hardly hit the pillows when we were sound asleep in each others arms as content as we had ever been. The sounds of the ocean and shorebirds had quickly put us to sleep. The next morning I awoke before Molly and cleaned up quietly. I snuck out of the cabin, dropped into the Zodiac and headed for the docks. I tied the Zodiac up and walked into town. When we had gone to the harbormaster's office the previous day, I had seen a bakery across the street and I went in, picked up several delicious looking pastries and two huge cups of coffee. I quickly returned to the docks and made my way back to the boat as quickly as I could. As I entered the cabin again, Molly was still asleep and I was excited that I had pulled off my "mission" successfully. While I was gone, the sheets on the bed had drifted low. Molly was lying on her stomach still sleeping soundly. The sun had been up for a while and the day was already fairly warm, although still dry. The sun was streaming into the cabin and Molly looked like a goddess. Her left leg was completely out from under the sheets, the ass cheek exposed. Her beautifully tanned back was turned just a bit and the outside of her left breast was clearly visible. I didn't want to wake her, but she looked so beautiful. I set the coffee and pastries down on the nightstand and stripped out of my clothes. I lowered myself back into the bed and gently began to caress her exposed skin, tracing a line up her leg, over her wonderful butt and up her back. My hand drifted to her side as I came up and I gently brushed the side of her left breast. I reversed my path and then repeated it softly over and over again. After several minutes, Molly awoke, and turned to me smiling. Even first thing in the morning she had a smile on her face and I marvelled at how lovely she looked in the morning light. No makeup. Hair in full "bed head" mode and she still looked great. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and then the lips. "Do I smell coffee?" she asked, the smile still plastered to her face. "Yeah... I woke up a little earlier and got some. And some pastries." "Pastries? Oh... that sounds delicious. When did you have time...?" "You looked so peaceful. I just ran the Zodiac in and got them. That bakery across from the harbormaster's office has the best stuff. I hope I got something you like." Molly sat up a little in bed, revealing what little of her body the sheet was still covering. I reached across her a couple of times, kissing her each time I passed over, and grabbed the coffees and bakery bag. We sipped coffee and dug into the pastries, not even bothering to get out of bed. The pastries were delicous and the coffee was still hot, but not too hot that you couldn't drink it. We polished off all of the goodies and then Molly wrapped herself in a sheet and went up to the deck. I followed, not bothering with a sheet and she wrapped me up in hers. It had been light about two hours, but the sun was still low in the sky and we just sat on the deck, enjoying the morning and finishing our coffees. As the sun rose higher, we figured it was time to dress -- at least for a little while -- and begin the trip back home. The day was already warm, so we just slipped into swimsuits and got the Tempest ready for the trip home. We unhooked from the overnight mooring and Molly guided us out of the harbor. When we reached the open waters of Nantucket Sound, Molly once again setup the Loran and autopilot and began to relax, stripping off her swimsuit and settling into a comfortable place on the deck. The winds were lighter today and it would take us an extra couple of hours to make it back, but we just enjoyed each others company and did a lot of talking. After lunch, we were still a couple of hours from port, and Molly decided to do something else to pass the time. When I emerged from belowdecks having just cleaned up from lunch, she greeted me at the top of the stairs leading up from the cabin and melted into my arms. Her body was smooth and slick from her tanning oil and warm from the early afternoon sun. She kissed me passionately, and our tongues fought for space in each others mouths. I reached my hands down and cupped her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of the oil and I rubbed them and then moved up her back. When she broke from a long kiss, I slipped my hands between our bodies and rubbed her breasts, quickly bringing her nipples to full hardness. With the slight break in the action, Molly sat down and beckoned me over. I think she had designs on my erection, but I had other ideas and sank to my knees in front of her and began to kiss her mons and thighs. She sighed deeply and leaned back. I continued to explore her sex and began to kiss and suck her labia. As she swelled and became more excited, her inner lips were exposed and I continued my gentle assault on them, licking and sucking each in turn. Molly grabbed my head with both hands and insistently guided me to her clit, just peeking out from it's hood. I needed no further guidance and began to alternate licks and sucks on her clit. Her moans increased and her hands on my head became more insistent. When her moans rolled one into the next and her thighs began to squeeze my head, I took her clit between my lips and quickly ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across it as quickly as I could. "Uhnnnhhh.... oh.... YESSSSS!" Molly hissed as I brought her over the edge. Before her orgasm had even subsided, she growled, "Fuck me now!" I thought she would be too sensitive for it, but she insisted, practically lifting me from my knees and throwing me onto my back. Before I could even settle into a comfortable position, she was grabbing my cock, straddling me, and impaling herself on my shaft. She was incredibly wet from both my oral assault and her own recent climax and she slipped into a rythym quickly. She leaned down into me and as she ground her pussy into my cock, she was rubbing her sensitive clit against my pubic bone. Her breasts were pressed hard against my chest and she continued to grind more than stroke on my cock. After several minutes of this, Molly came again explosively, the walls of her pussy clamping down hard on my erection. From all the stimulation and her look of lust, I was close and began to stroke into her from below while she moaned in a rolling climax. She looked so blissful and beautiful and I lost it, dumping my seed into her pussy with several powerful bursts. "Oh yeah... that was great," Molly said as she finally calmed down enough to roll off me to the side. I simply smiled and nodded in agreement, completely sated. We laid like that for a good half-hour, just enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. The rest of the day, we just laid on the deck, enjoying the leisurely pace of the Tempest. We anchored just outside the harbor and enjoyed another round of sex as we watched the sunset. When we had both come again joined together, we reluctantly returned to the Tempest's private slip and unpacked the boat. I stopped into Molly's house quickly to thank her parents again for the use of the boat. I kissed Molly at the front door and smiled like a fool during my drive home.