The scorching sun burned down on skin not normally exposed. The slow, lazy swell from a distant power boat made the sailboat sway lazily in the dead calm. The boom swung languidly from side to side; the sail hung listlessly, unpressured by the dead air.
Jerry Anderson's skin slid slickly against the satin-smooth skin of the teenage girl under him. Lubricated by their sweat and cairn, he had the feeling he was liable to slide off her slender young body, even though he was nestled between her gripping thighs. Every breath they took made her small tits slide against his strong, hairy chest.
Breathing heavily, Jerry concentrated on all of these sensations, and on Cindy Peters' hot breath puffing in his ear. He concentrated, too, on the feel of her hot, tight cunt embracing his now limp and drained cock.
The only thing he did not want to think of was that she was young enough to be his daughter. He did not want to think about the fact that his own daughter, Judy, shared birthdays with the slender young creature pinned to the floor of the cockpit by his heavy body.
"Ooooooo, wow!" Cindy sighed under him, wriggling her hips. "Aaaawww, you're all gone away," she pouted.
Jerry wondered what had driven him to ravish this not-so-innocent teenager the way he had. How could he have fallen so low? He reviewed how it had all started.
"Gee, am I hot," Cindy sighed, leaning back against the gun whales. She still held the jib sheet loosely in one hand, even though it was unnecessary. There was not enough wind to even stir the limp canvas.
Jerry wrenched his eyes off the slender girl and looked up at the mainsail. Its only motion was a slow, lazy flapping as the small sailboat rocked on the glassy swells. Then he swept the horizon, searching for some hint of a breeze. As far as he could see, the water of the sound was as smooth as a mirror.
He looked back at the girl, and felt his throat tighten slightly as he studied her sun bleached and streaked light-brown hair. Her small breasts thrust out against the bib halter she wore. Her sleek back was a long, graceful expanse of tanned skin, and was shining with a film of sweat. Her legs seemed incredibly long – she had stretched them across the cockpit and braced her feet on the seat on the opposite side. Her hacked-off blue jeans were as tight as a second layer of skin.
"I'm sorry, Cindy," Jerry apologized. "This is a pretty dull sail. Even Sue wouldn't be seasick on a day this calm." He wondered why he had mentioned the name of his wife – self-defense or something?
"Gosh, Mr. Anderson, it's not your fault the wind died," Cindy assured him. "Besides I don't mind. It's nice to be able to relax where it's so nice and quiet, with someone you like."
"I'd think you'd prefer someone nearer your own age," Jerry commented. "I am, after all, old enough to be your father," he added awkwardly.
"Oh, no," Cindy argued. "I'd much rather be with you than someone my own age. Gee, by now if I was with one of the guys I date, we'd be writhing on the deck."
"Huh?" Jerry was jolted by this casual admission.
"You know," Cindy went on, "making love. Oh, I'm sorry, I've really screwed it up now. I didn't mean to shock you."
Hastily, Jerry tried to collect his scattered wits as he fought down the mental image he had of this delectable young girl being fucked by some damn high school stud. He shifted restlessly to conceal his sudden erection. "I'm not shocked," he lied. "I'm just a little startled, I guess."
Cindy looked genuinely embarrassed. "You really thought that I was – ah – a virgin, didn't you?"
Jerry was wrestling with a sudden discomforting thought. "I don't suppose you know if Judy is…"
"Uh-oh, now I'm really in the soup," Cindy responded, nibbling on her lower lip. She scratched her flat, tanned midriff with her long, silver lacquered nails. "Do you really want me to answer that question?"
"I guess I don't do I?" But Jerry knew the answer automatically from her response. The thought that his daughter was – doing that – was like a physical blow to his guts. She was his baby, after all!
Cindy dropped her feet to the floorboards and sat up. "Hey, I've got an idea how we can get cooled off."
Jerry was glad she had changed the subject. "Oh, how?"
"Swim, of course."
Jerry surveyed the calm water. There was no sign at all of any "cats' paws", those faint patterns of ripples created by little puffs of wind.
"Let's face it," Cindy noted cheerily, "the boat is hardly going to sail away without us."
Jerry decided swimming would be safe enough. "I guess you can swim in that outfit. I'd just as soon not get my clothes wet, though. You go ahead if you want."
"I could swim in these," Cindy agreed. "But I'm not going to. If I get these cut-offs wet, they'll shrink even tighter than they already are. Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping?"
Jerry hated to admit that he never had.
"Come on, there's no one to see," Cindy insisted.
No one except you, he said to himself. He felt his face flash hot and red. "I'll, uh, turn my back, if you want."
Cindy was already undoing her top. "Suit yourself," she shrugged, letting her halter drop and bare her breasts.
Jerry caught a brief glimpse of firm rounded mounds. They were patterned with white triangles of untanned skin, capped with tiny pink tips. Resolutely, he looked away, staring out at the flat water. It was mid-week, in late September, and there were no other sails in sight. Far off, toward Long Island, he could see the small dark spot of a motorboat. There was no one to see, but Jerry still found the situation unsettling. His heart was hammering. He could feel the boat shift as Cindy stripped down her shorts. He heard them hit the floorboards softly. The boat heeled as she stood on the gun whale for a moment. Then the boat rocked back sharply, making the lines and sails slap and flap. A spray of cold water hit Jerry's cheek.
"Oooooo, boy, does this feel good!" Cindy called happily from the water.
Jerry turned and looked down at her. As she treaded water her body was blurred and rippled. He thought he could see her pale breasts shimmering in the dark water. Drops of water sparkled on her cheeks and nose. Her long eyelashes were stuck together in sharp points, framing her laughing eyes.
"Come on in," she urged, beckoning with one graceful, tanned arm.
Jerry was painfully conscious of his erection. He shook his head tensely. "No, I'd better stay with the boat."
"Oh, don't be a drag," Cindy snorted. "If you're afraid of it getting away from us, just put out the sea anchor."
"Well," Jerry muttered.
"I'll do it," Cindy informed him decisively. She swam to the bow, her lush white ass rolling excitingly on the surface with every stroke.
Jerry lost sight of her. Then her hand suddenly shot up to grip the bow stay that steadied the mast. With a quick, graceful motion she shot up out of the water, reached out with her other hand, grabbed the bucket and rope, and pulled it overboard after her as she dropped back into the water.
Burned into Jerry's mind was the brief, tantalizing glimpse she had give it him of her breasts. He stared blindly at the coil of anchor line paying out smoothly into the water. Then her hand appeared and carefully set the rope in the bow chock. She swam back along the side of the boat and gripped the thwart.
"Now, come on in," she insisted. "I'll turn my back while you undress."
Jerry felt trapped. He was burning up, but not just from the merciless sun. His groin was knotted with excitement. He tried to tell himself that this was just a simple, innocent swim with his sailing crew, but he didn't believe it. He wondered if Cindy's confession about her lack of virginity had been as innocent as it had seemed.
He undressed with awkward, fumbling haste, leaving his clothes in an untidy heap on the floorboards. Then, totally naked, his erect cock jutting out from his body like an ivory bowsprit, he sat down carefully and dangled his feet over the aide. Cindy was beside him, down in the water, her back to the boat, one hand still gripping the combing. She glanced up at him. He was pretty sure that from this angle she couldn't see his hard-on.
"Well, come on in," she urged.
With a lurch, Jerry pushed off from the boat and dropped feet first into the chilly water, going in over his head. He had a brief mental vision of the empty blackness between him and the bottom how many fathoms down? Nervously, he kicked to the surface.
"Isn't it great?" Cindy asked enthusiastically.
The concealment the water offered gave Jerry a sense of security. Yet, at the same time, the chill currents toying with his prick and balls with unaccustomed intimacy emphasized his nudity and increased his excitement.
"I think it's just super," Cindy bubbled enthusiastically. She kicked on her back, sending a glittering shower of water high in the air. Her white breasts bobbed excitingly on the surface, the pink peaks jutting perkily skyward. Incongruously, Jerry thought of icebergs. Those warm, soft mounds hinted that nine-tenths of the girl's delectable body was under the surface.
Trying to take his mind off of Cindy, he turned away from her. The boat was only a few feet any, riding easily on the swells. Idly, Jerry studied how his view of the world expanded or contracted depending on whether he was at the crest of one of the lazy waves, or in a trough. One moment he could see the low dark mound of the shore, and the next he was in a valley with dark, sloping, shining sides. A slick rainbow pattern of oil formed a graceful whorl in front of him. He wondered just how polluted the water really was.
His worry about the pollution of the water and whether it was safe to swim here was suddenly obliterated by the pressure of two small hands on his shoulders. He managed to suck in a quick, not very deep breath, before his head was forced under the surface. Warm skin brushed his back as he went down, swallowed up in the salty water.
The instant he was released, Jerry lurched up toward the surface, his lungs burning with the need for air. Exploding into the bright sunshine, he whirled as he sucked in a huge gulp of oxygen. A few feet away, Cindy's young face was split by a grin of victory.
"Got you!" she gloated, slapping the water, her eyes dancing merrily.
In an instant, Jerry forgot everything else and was a teenager again. "Little devil," he snorted, making a leap for her.
Cindy let out a squeal and turned to flee, kicking frantically. She was a split-second too slow. Jerry came down on her shoulders with his full weight. Cindy let out a shriek and vanished in a plume of spray. Then she was gone, out of touch with his hands, driven deep by his thrust, he assumed.
Wiping his eyes clear with his hand, he turned slowly, reaching for her. The longer she stayed down, the more his concern grew. He was suddenly terrified that something had happened to her. When he rose to the top of the next wave, he kicked hard to get as high as he could, looking desperately for any telltale patch of bubbles. Then, just as he dropped back down, there was a triumphant call right behind him, and two hands on his head.
For a fraction of a second, Jerry managed to fight against the weight bearing down on him. Warm flesh was pressing against his back, his neck and his head. Hot, sleek legs were brushing his nude buttocks as Cindy put all her weight on his head, balancing precariously on top of him.
Sucking in a deep breath, Jerry let her drive him under, helping her by paddling downward until he escaped the grip on his head. Diving deeply, he turned underwater and looked up at where she was a slender graceful silhouette against the sparkling surface. The mirror surface of the water left her headless, but the slow, graceful motions of her arms and legs as she turned, treading water, testified to her vitality.
Jerry waited below her until she had made a complete circle and was facing him again. Then, reaching out, he grabbed her ankles with both hands. Blowing out a stream of air to make himself less buoyant, he let himself sink, and gain downward momentum. Then he pulled downward on her feet as hard as he could. The motion threw him toward the surface as she shot past him toward the depths.
Jerry released her ankles and began kicking toward the surface as soon as she was headed downward. He had the feeling that she had not really resisted his pull on her. Suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his hips, and a warm, soft, female body was pressing against him from the waist downward. His cock, which had gone limp on his first ducking, suddenly came to life and struck out against the warm skin. There was a hot cheek and soft, tickling, swirling hair against his stomach as his head broke the surface. His lust boiled upward like a geyser from the soft, yielding, exciting pressure of Cindy's naked body against his in the cool water. He tried to kick free of her, but she clung to him like an octopus. When she did let go, it was only to slide to the surface along the aroused length of his body, her arms still around him.
Then she curled both her arms and her legs around him and mashed her lips hotly against his in a searing, sensual, exploring kiss. Jerry's senses were engulfed in a scarlet haze of lust and he responded to the kin automatically. His arms went around her and he marveled at how small she was – his hands reached almost completely around her. Her legs tangled with his and they slowly sank beneath the surface.
Then she kicked free and they both surfaced simultaneously. A toss of her head sent her hair flying, shooting a spray of water off to one side. Her brown eyes were deep hot pools of mystery.
"Wow!" she exclaimed fervently. "That was even better than I expected!"
Jerry tried to shake off the effects of the kin, but couldn't. His head was spinning from the experience. How long had it been since he had made love?
"Come on," Cindy urged, striking out for the boat, taking his hand and tugging him along. All he could do was kick along behind her.
She clung to the boat and urged him up into it. "You first, then you can help me in."
He levered himself up, and suddenly got an assist from a hand on his naked ass. He sailed head first into the cockpit, fending off the boom with one hand, catching himself with the other before he landed on his face. For a moment his bare legs kicked ludicrously in the air. Then he managed to get himself right side up.
"Give me a hand," Cindy asked, reaching up.
Jerry paused, gathering his resources while he was free of her for the moment. One hand on the rail, he looked down at her as she hung onto the side of the boat, one hand extended up to him. Water sparkled on her young face. Her hair was plastered straight back from her fine, smooth forehead. Her eyes were smoldering.
"Well, are you going to let me drown?" she asked at last.
Jerry debated putting, on his clothes in self-defense, but her extended hand waved impatiently. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrist as she grabbed her. Bracing himself, he gave a jerk and she shot up out of the water. With a graceful twist, she sat on the side of the boat, a dripping, naked water nymph. Then she swung her legs in over the side and stood up.
Just then, with the perverseness of fate, the boat tilted on one of the waves and the boom swung to nudge Jerry from behind. Off balance already, he reached toward Cindy and bumped into her.
In a second, her arms were around him and he was being engulfed by her lithe, hot body. All the good intentions and resistance he had mustered after gaining the safety of the boat vanished in a haze of sexual desire. His lips met hers, his tongue bored into her mouth, his hard chest pressed against her soft tit. Her rock-hard nipples felt like burning drills boring into his flesh. She spread her thighs and trapped one of his legs between them. He could feel scratchy pubic hair against his thigh as she unashamedly rubbed her pussy against him. A soft, exciting hand was curling around the powerful, hung tower of his burning, erect cock. A hot, desperate wad of sexual need gathered deep in his guts as he let his hands room all over her sleek skin.
The toudh seemed to last for an eternity. Jerry's sense of time was obliterated by the maelstrom of lust and pleasure Cindy's hungry mouth and demanding young body were creating in him. The only thing left in his universe was the slender, passionate girl in his arm. She pressed herself against the full length of his naked body, gripping the massive column of his cock in her hand.
Cindy was the one who finally broke the sucking kiss. With a soft moan, she nuzzled her head against his chest. She was pumping and squeezing his turgid prick in her strong young fingers. Jerry had his cheek against her wet hair, while his hands explored the sleek expanse of her back, tracing the curves and hollows of her shoulder blades, the gentle valley of her spine. He stroked downward, to the flat plane below the small of her back, then lower still, finding the deep, exciting deft between her asscheeks. Gripping those warm, meaty masses, he pulled her hips still more tightly against him.
Jerry was shaking with lust, quivering with desperate animal need to fuck. And he could feel her vibrating against him, feel the searing tension in her body as she clung to him. Her hat breath was burning his chest as her lungs pumped raggedly.
When she pushed away from him, he yielded reluctantly. Suddenly, instead of being afraid of what he might do to her, he was terrified he was not going to get to do it to her. Why else could she be shoving herself out of his embrace?
Gracefully, smoothly, Cindy sank to the floor of the cockpit. "Look at me," she whispered softly. "Look at me."
Jerry looked, and wanted to cry. When had he last seen anything so beautiful as Cindy Peters? Her naked body was a series of smooth curves and graceful angles. Her hair, still wet, formed a fan of brown and gold around her face. Her mouth was a shining circle that was silently begging for his body. Her eyes glittered in the glaring sunlight. Her slender, lithe arms reached for him, pleaded with him. A few droplets of water sparkled in the graceful hollows of her collarbones. Her ribs heaved with ragged, lust-wrenched breaths making her firm, exciting tits quiver delectably. Her nipples, small and pink, were sharp jutting points. Below her breasts, her torso tapered smoothly to a trim waist.
Below the dark hollow of her navel was the sleek, smooth expanse of her lower belly, unblemished, unmarked except where the line of her bikini changed her skin dramatically from golden tan to pale white. And there, just below that line, the brown, curling wisps of her pubic bush formed a tantalizing mist, a mist that softened but did not conceal Jerry's view of her damp slit.
In an instinctively sensuous pose, Cindy had one leg bent, one thigh crossed over slightly to block his view of the heart of her cunt. Somehow, her shy concealment of her slit was more arousing than total, spread-legged exposure of her pussy would have been.
Jerry stared down at the willing teenager, his eyes raking hungrily over her nude body.
"Come," she whispered, wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue. "Come." She beckoned with her fingers as her arms reached for him.
With a soft moan of need, Jerry knelt beside her. Hesitantly, he reached out one hand. With a feathery, delicate touch he brushed his fingers across one of her nipples, feeling how rubbery and hot and excited it was. He cupped his hand over one of her breasts. It was deliciously hot, and soft, and exciting. He squeezed it gently, marveling that anything in the world could feel so incredibly wonderful.
Cindy stroked his thigh with one warm hand, her fingers tickling through his hairs. She slid her palm up his side, pressing and stroking him, glorying in the hardness of his mature body. She tickled her fingers across the flat expanse of his trim belly, testing the carefully maintained hardness there. Jerry felt a twinge of pride – his weekly sessions on the squash courts had kept him as trim as he had been in college.
Then Cindy's slender fingers were reaching lower, combing through the thick kinks of his reddish-blonde pubic curls. She touched his throbbing cock, curled her fingers around that shaft of hot flesh and nerve endings. Her fingers played over the bulbous pink head with a total lack of shame and inhibition, smearing thick hot fluid over his burning flesh. His nerve endings shrieked a message of unbridled pleasure to his brain.
Jerry eased himself down and stretched out beside her on the hard slats of the floorboards. She didn't break her grip on his cock. She stroked and squeezed and measured his erect organ, testing its hardness, increasing it at the same time.
Jerry stroked his hand down from the soft breast he had been caressing. His fingers swept over warm, satin-smooth skin, over living flesh that quivered and shivered in response to his touch. He pressed her belly, and felt her yield helplessly to his probing pressure. He bored a finger into the hot socket of her navel and discovered a pool of sea water, trapped in the oval depression, heated to what felt like the boiling point by her body.
Cindy whimpered softly and her grip on Jerry's prick tightened as he probed her belly button. She was melting inside, burning up with searing lust. It was taking so long, so incredibly, deliciously long she couldn't believe it. Her pussy where the warm air was touching it felt burning hot and icy cold all at the same time. She wasn't inexperienced, it was true. But, until now, it had always been impatient teenagers groping awkwardly at her in the back seats of cars or on living room couches. Always there had been roughness, clumsiness and impatience, coupled frequently with the need for haste and the fear of discovery.
But here, now, it was with a man. A man who was lingering lovingly over her, worshiping her body in a way it had never been worshiped before. His expert attention was sending her lust blazing higher than it ever had before. She was going to be coming in a moment, and he hadn't even started to drive that marvelous, monstrous cock of his into her body. His cock was enormous. It felt bigger than any prick she had ever even imagined. She wondered if she was going to be big enough to take it, but felt no qualms about trying. She wanted to find out just how good it could feel to be wholly and completely stuffed with mature cock.
Jerry finished his exploration of Cindy's navel, and explored lower. His fingers caught in her fine pubic curls, combed them straight and untangled them. Then he was cupping his hand to her pussy, his fingertips pressing the hot, damp, hairy lips between her sleek, smooth thighs. Cindy let her legs spread open the way they wanted to, exposing the heart of her crotch to Jerry's probing fingers. Her hips rolled and rocked on the floorboards with desperate need as her pelvis thrust demandingly.
Obligingly, Jerry slipped his finger into the hot, dripping slit of the young girl's pussy. Hot, velvety folds of flesh embraced his probing finger. He drove directly into her cunt, marveling at the blazing heat and exciting tightness of her young hole.
"Aaawww," Cindy moaned as fire swept through her. "Awwwww, I'm coming!" she cried, her body knotting with pleasure. Her fist tightened painfully around Jerry's cock as she was convulsed by her orgasm.
"Aaaahhh," she sighed as the orgasm faded.
"Are you all right?" Jerry asked anxiously. His first thought when Cindy had been racked by the fiery eruption was that she had been hurt by his probing finger, that she wasn't as experienced as she made out.
"I'm wonderful," she sighed languidly.
"I'm sorry, I…" Jerry started to apologize.
"Come here," Cindy whispered, grabbing for him and hauling him over her. She dragged his head down and he found himself again swirling in a pool of lust from her searing kiss. He held his weight up off her, or tried to, afraid he would crush her. But she pulled him down demandingly, insistently taking the full brunt of his weight on her.
Jerry found himself being maneuvered between her slender thighs, nestled down in the warm cradle her quivering flesh created for him. She felt frail and delicate under him, but the powerful grip of her arms around his aroused body indicated otherwise. In many ways, this young girl was all woman.
"Fuck me," Cindy whispered hungrily. Her hips were shifting demandingly now, rather than just restlessly. There was no more mindless searching; she knew exactly what she wanted.
Jerry resisted, battling himself even more than he was her. He wanted this girl as desperately as a rutting animal wants to mate with a female in heat. But something would not let him forget just how young she was.
"Fuck me," she urged again. She wedged her hand down between them, impatiently seeking his cock. It was lodged between them like a huge pole. In spite of his massive bulk, she somehow shifted under him and freed his cock, and placed its head between her thighs. She scrubbed the nerve-laden tip of his prick through her pubic bush, and even those tender young curls hurt, so stimulated were his nerve endings. Then she rammed his prick along the length of her wet cleft, and Jerry felt hot flesh sear past his glans.
"Fuck me," Cindy repeated for the third time. She began working his prick into the tight entrance of her cunt.
Jerry still held back, fearful of hurting her. She was so young! He was big, and he knew it. In one of those raunchy college incidents that had been a hard-on contest, and his nine inch tower had won. He was afraid he would tear Cindy wide open with his brutal shaft.
But, if he didn't have her, what was he going to do? God, he was mad with lust. It was insane for him to be in this position in the first place. He had a need that could not be denied.
His animal instincts made up his mind for him. The feel of her hot tube around just the tip of his prick made his hips lurch forward, ramming the head of his cock into her cunt.
"Aaaahhh," Cindy whined, and that soft moan chilled Jerry's blood. He was aura he had hurt her already. She was so tight, so small, so virginal.
"More," Cindy groaned, hauling at his ass to get him into her farther.
Jerry wanted to hold back, but his driving sexual need and her uninhibited urgings were too much for him. He let her haul him in, and his body burst into flame from the blazing friction. And he was only into her a few inches. By far the largest amount of his cock was still outside her body, eager to get in.
"More," she repeated, dragging at him hungrily, getting still another fraction of his prick into her.
"Aaaahhh," Jerry sighed, the last shreds of concern and resistance fading before his monumental lust. Now he was pushing at her, driving his prick into that tight, clinging cunt.
"Aaaawww!" Cindy wailed as she took his prick into her guts. She could feel her cunt being stretched by his brutal bulk. Maybe she was going to be torn open by this massive cock, but if she was, she didn't care. All she wanted was the full measure of that monster cock in her cunt. It was a need to prove herself as much as anything else. She had to prove to this man that she was a woman, not just a silly girl. She had to take his entire massive prick into her as a point of pride, as well as for her sexual satisfaction. Her hips heaved and rolled in an effort to get more and more of him into her.
"Aaahhhrrr!" Jerry growled like the animal he had became. He pumped his cock deeper and deeper and deeper, pausing and retreating only to lubricate his hot meat. Bit by glorious bit his prick was being embraced by gripping, hot, velvety, teenage flesh.
"Uuuuhhh!" Cindy grunted. "Uhhh-ugh-ugh! Ugh!" The air seemed to be pounded out of her with every inward thrust.
Jerry was more than halfway into her now, and driving harder and faster and more impatiently as over and more of his cock felt her hot embrace.
Cindy was still hauling at his ass, urging him deeper and deeper into her cunt. This cock she was taking dwarfed the puny pricks of her boyfriends. This was a real man's cock, and she was going to take every inch of it. She bent her legs, folded them, drawing her knees upward to give him every chance to run her through with his blunt bludgeon.
Jerry went eagerly along with her desire, doing his best to shave his prick completely through her. He was almost entirely into her now, and drove at her harder and harder as he neared his goal. He was nesting his orgasm as he was nearing full penetration of her.
Cindy was soaring higher and higher, toward a second marvelous explosion. She urged him deeper, kicking her heels into his back. She was spurring him on like he was a stallion.
"Awwwaaahhh!" she cried ecstatically.
Jerry buried the last inch of his prick in her cunt with one brutal thrust of his hip. His balls drained in an explosive rush as he felt the head of his cock slam up against the end of her vagina. Clot after blazing clot of cum burst from his balls, seared the length of his cock like blazing meteors, and erupt into Cindy's young body like explosive wads of lava. He heaved his hard, muscular body against her tender one and poured his searing cum deep in to her, feeling it burst out past the head of his prick where it was engloved by the end of her vagina.
"Eeeeee!" Cindy's shriek was an animal cry. It sounded like a dying beast was being ripped to shreds by a predator. It was the cry of a female in the storm of an orgasm unlike any she had ever experienced before. She tried to wrap her entire body around the monster cock that was sunk in her cunt. Every muscle in her young body was knotted by the searing flames of her incredible climax.
And now, sated and again sane, Jerry was forced to acknowledge what had happened, what he had done. Carefully, he lifted himself off her and stood, staring stupidly down at her. She lay there almost as if she were dead, limp and spraddle legged. He could see the heart of her pussy, the inflamed inner folds of tissue. They looked almost like an open wound. A pearly gobbet of his cum was lewd testimony to just exactly what he had done to this girl.
Turning away, he hung his had over the side, afraid for a moment that he was going to be sick.
"You were the greatest," Cindy sighed correctly reading his mood. "You didn't do anything to me that I didn't invite. I wanted you to screw me. I've been looking forward to this ever since I started crewing for you."
Jerry shook his head, unable to look at her.
"Really, it's all right," Cindy insisted.
"Still…" Jerry went on.
"Uh-oh, company coming," Cindy interrupted, noticing that the motor boat was now headed in their direction.
"Shit!"
"No time for that," Cindy said, throwing his clothes at him. She was already halfway into her shorts. In a few seconds she was decent again, top and bottom. Jerry had only managed to get his pants on.
"Leave your shirt off," Cindy suggested. "That looks more innocent than being obviously in a hurry to get dressed."
Jerry was amazed at her common sense in the face of disaster. She was on the seat, holding the jib sheet again, as if nothing had happened.
Jerry turned to greet the power boat's skipper, bracing himself as the sailboat rocked from the waves the motor boat stirred up.
"You folks need a tow in?"
"Sure could use one," Jerry admitted, anxious to get to shore.
"I'll get your line," Cindy shouted, leaping for the forward deck. She managed somehow to hide behind the jib and gather in the sea anchor before it could be spotted.
Jerry noted sickly the wet stain in the crotch of Cindy's shorts as she bent down to secure the tow line. Then they were being towed, and he was helping her get the sails down and stowed.
"It won't happen again," Jerry commented finally.
"I hope it does," Cindy replied candidly. "You were great."
"Well, it won't happen again," Jerry repeated. "You're too young. And besides I am a happily married man."
"If you're so happily married, how come it happened in the first place?" Cindy demanded.
"I don't know." But Jerry did know. He hated to admit it to himself, but he did know. It had been weeks since he had made love to Sue. He didn't know why, but for some reason, she just didn't interest him any more. And that was ridiculous. She was a beautiful woman. Maybe it was just boredom. He mulled that over morosely until they entered the harbor.
"Can I still crew for you?" Cindy asked nervously, put off by his obviously bad mood. "We'll see."
Once on shore, they parted in silence. Jerry wondered how he was going to face Sue. He couldn't tell her what had happened, of course. But he was sure she would know somehow. Women had a sixth sense about things like that. The only thing he could do was try to act natural, and hope against hope she wouldn't ask any awkward questions.