When she came out of the bathroom, the Young Man was waiting for her, his interest apparent by the bulge in his jockey shorts. He took her hand and led her outside to the rear deck then up the seven steps to the flying bridge of his powerful fishing boat. The cream leather upholstered Captain’s chair sat on the right side of the bridge, high above the waterline. Charlie wore only a T-shirt, one of his, which reached well below her immodesty threshold. He picked her up and sat her in the chair. He opened her legs and stood between her knees. They kissed; slow, languorous, early morning, there’s no rush type of kisses. He wore only the shorts, which seemed to make their own way down to the deck while they embraced. Charlie might have had some hand in helping them past the restriction of his elongated cock as it strained for release from the cotton pants. After several minutes of stroking, kissing, caressing, nibbling, sucking and pulling on Charlie’s part, they were both ready for the main event.

Charlie positioned herself close to the edge of the seat, her feet resting on the footrest half way down the main chair support. Her knees lay wide open, her sex eager, moist and available. She pulled on his now rigid cock, placed the tip against the lips of her damp pussy and waited. He took a deep breath and then he stepped forward slightly, walking his cock inside her eager pussy. She gripped him with her well-trained muscles. Her hours of yoga and exercise paid off as she squeezed and relaxed around the rigid shaft. She milked his straining cock as he tried to maintain control of his rising passion. He felt as though he was about to come before she had a chance to build up her usual head of steam. He simply withdrew his cock, much to her disappointment.

‘Get on your knees and squat. I want to try something.’

Charlie obliged, turning on the chair until she had her knees on the cushion. She lowered her backside until her minimalist pubic hair brushed the soft cushion; her pussy was at the same height as when she sat on the chair, just up the other way. The Young Man reinserted his still rigid cock and stroked, once, twice, three times; long slow strokes , and then he withdrew once more. Suddenly, Charlie was on the move. He swung the chair through one hundred and eighty degrees, such that now her face was close to his belly. She had merely to dip her head over the arm of the chair on her right side and he was in her mouth. He stroked, once, twice, three times; long slow strokes, and then withdrew. She tasted herself; fresh, clean, pussy juice, as he spun her back and forth. Three strokes in her wet mouth, three strokes in her wet pussy. Three strokes in her wet mouth, three strokes in her wet pussy. They both loved every minute of it. Charlie began to laugh at the sheer novelty of the experience. He was silent, concentrating on not coming too soon. This went on for several more minutes until he felt the time had come to either stop altogether or alternatively, explode in one warm and welcoming orifice or the other.

‘Where do you want it?’

‘In my mouth, come in my mouth.’

He turned her one final time; he was close to coming, and three strokes he felt would be enough. Charlie reached for his swollen shaft this time, pumping him into her mouth. At the end of the third stroke, he withdrew once more, ready to shoot over her face. He looked down to see her mouth gaping open for him. He could not avoid blasting the first violent jet of cum straight into her open mouth. The second and third followed close on the heels of the first. She pulled on his pulsing shaft, gripping hard enough to force him to move his hips towards her. She wanted more. Her mouth closed around his throbbing cock head, she sucked, every last drop, until he stopped shaking with pleasure. He looked down at her upturned face. She withdrew his cock, smiled up into his eyes, opened her mouth to show him where his copious shots of cum rested on her tongue, then she swallowed. They were both ecstatic with joy. Charlie even wiped the excess from her chin and slipped it into her mouth, sucking her fingers clean.

He stood for thirty seconds or so, shuddering with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. It was the first time Charlie had taken his cum straight into her mouth. He had showered her body, her breasts, her backside and even her face on one occasion, but this was the first time she had willingly taken it directly into her mouth. He assumed it was all a matter of building up trust, which was reasonable. After all, they had only known each other for seven days. He was astounded at her lascivious smile, the glint in her eyes, and the look of vapid wantonness. He loved it. He bent down to kiss her, tasting his own cum and her pussy juice on her tongue and lips. They swapped copious amounts of fluid in the Frenchest of fashions.

Now he spun her once more. He placed a hand under her pubic bone and raised her to a more comfortable height. He dipped his head, extended his tongue and touched the tip to her puckered anus. The shock sent a jolt through Charlie’s entire body. He tried again, same result. Another first for Charlie. Never before had anyone tongued her anus and she loved it! He kept at it for a minute or so then he began to lap, lick, kiss, pull, spread, slide and blow on her proffered backside and gaping pussy. His hands and fingers traced patterns over her thighs, backside and back, heightening the intensity of arousal for Charlie.

He inserted and withdrew three fingers in her now dripping pussy. He licked her arse, rimming the hole, even probing inside with his powerful tongue. Charlie gripped the back of the chair, her arse thrust out over the edge of the chair. He simply stood behind her, enjoying the open access to her pussy and anus. He worked on, concentrating on the moves and kisses that produced the most reaction in the way of low moans from Charlie. It took him around four minutes to bring her to orgasm. He felt her pussy squeezing his fingers. She was getting close. Her breathing became fast and shallow, little grunts of pleasure escaped her lips. Her arse pushed back further, her cheeks spread wider, her moans became slightly louder as she rode the bullet he had fired deep within her. When she came, she let out a muffled scream into the chair back, shuddered and squirted clear liquid over his face, much to his delight. The orgasm was so powerful that she really did pass out a few seconds, draped limp on the chair as he allowed her to recover.

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