For the first time in his life, Jerry had called in sick when he wasn't physically ill. And he had lied to Sue. That lie, the first blatant falsehood he had ever told her, for some reason lay as heavy on his soul as his infidelities. He had told Sue he was taking the day off because things were slack at the office. He had told Diane that he had the flu.
He was sick, he decided, sick in the head.
Mechanically, he called, "Ready about!" to Cherry Kelly, then: "Hard a-lee!" as he put the tiller over. He hardly saw the girl as she scampered from one side of the boat to the other, a flailing windmill of tanned arms and legs. Then she tightened the jib sheet for the opposite tack.
The unseasonably warm weather was still holding. Jerry was trying to pick his brain apart as he adjusted the main sheet.
Now, clear of the harbor with its clutter of boats and buoys, Jerry was free to concentrate on his problems. Why, after all these years of marriage, had he suddenly started cheating on Sue? Why would any man in his right mind want to cheat on her? Did he, in fact, want to cheat on her? Or was it something beyond his control?
Jerry shook his head, letting the bow of the boat fall off the wind slightly without even thinking about it. Jerry did not believe in being "out of control" of anything, himself included. He had always believed he controlled his actions and his destiny. He would not have been so successful if he had believed otherwise.
Then why was he cheating on Sue? God knew, she was enough woman for ten men. She was built like a brick shithouse. She was beautiful, in face, body and spirit. She was faithful to him. She had borne his children. By any standard he could think of, she was a desirable woman.
But he had not felt any physical desire for her in months. Why not? Obviously, he was not impotent. Obviously, he had not lost his sex drive.
Jerry felt Cherry's innocent gray eyes on him and grinned reassuringly at her. She was a cherub, with tousled, unruly sandy hair, a freckled and peeling nose, and a wide, innocent, bright smile. She loved the water and sailing and life with the total innocence of youth. Jerry felt safe from assault from her, unlike the way he would have felt had Cindy Peters been crewing for him. But of course, Cindy had seemed innocent and sweet too, until she had seduced him.
And, Jerry reflected, Cindy had seduced him with an ease that was frightening. So had Diane for that matter.
But why? That was the real question. What had suddenly made him such easy prey for them? And why was he not interested in Sue?
"Where we headed, Cap'n?" Cherry asked, breaking his train of thought.
Jerry surveyed the empty sound before looking at her. "Doesn't make much difference to me," he answered. He noticed she had unfastened the strap of her suit and that the top of it was revealing a startling expanse of her upper chest. Even though she had little in the way of breasts, he found something about her display arousing.
"How about Execution Rocks?" Cherry asked, pointing.
Jerry swore silently at himself. When she had stretched her arm out to point toward Execution Rocks, still another fraction of an inch of her tit had been revealed. It was a soft shy mound that a weightlifter's pectoral muscle would have put to shame. Only it was breast, not muscle, that's what made the difference.
He wrenched his mind back to her question. "That's pretty far," he pointed out. "Think the breeze will hold?" Suddenly he did not want to be becalmed with her.
Cherry surveyed the sky and water with a practiced eye, reached up and scratched her head, tousling her hair. The motion made the top of her suit slip still lower. Without seeming to think about it, she tugged it back up. "Might hold, might not. Let's give it a try anyway."
Jerry agreed, against his better judgment, then wondered why he had. He was the skipper; he didn't have to take his crews suggestions. Somehow, he knew the wind was not going to hold. He knew they'd be stranded in the middle of the sound.
But be was not about to turn back. He told himself it was because as captain, he had to appear sure of himself. But that certainly wasn't the reason his pulse raced every time he looked at Cherry Kelly's long tan legs, or the way her suit top kept slipping down, only to be tugged back-up again. He didn't know if anything was going to happen with her, and intellectually, he hoped nothing would. But his mating instincts were heading him in exactly the opposite direction.
He focused his gaze on the distant dark spot of Execution Rocks. Legend had it that pirates had been executed there by chaining them to the rocks at low tide and letting the rising water drown them. Jerry thought it more likely they had gotten the name because of the many ships that had been executed on them before the lighthouse had been built.
"Want an apple, Cap'n?" Cherry asked.
Damn her! Jerry thought, his lust roaring as he stared down the front of her suit as she bent over her lunch bag. "No, thanks," he replied with some difficulty. Engraved in his mind was the view he had gotten of her very young breasts and their tiny, hard, pointed nipples.
She seemed totally unaware of the view she had given him. After closing the bag, she leaned back and bit into an apple, glancing occasionally at the sails, then studying her toes as she wriggled them in the warm sun.
The breeze was dying. The mainsail was beginning to sag more and more heavily. When the boat rolled on the gentle swell, the boom started to swing in, instead of being held out over the water by the wind filling the sail.
"Let's shift over to the lee side," Jerry suggested. "Try to keep the sails set that way."
That was standard sailing procedure. Their weight on the lee side of the little boat would give it enough of a list to keep the boom from swinging loosely. Jerry moved toward the bow, closer to his crew member, which wasn't standard sailing procedure. He told himself it was for better weight distribution in the light breeze. He noticed that Cherry's suit top had slipped again, revealing the shallow valley between her developing breasts. He wondered how close she was to actually exposing her little nipples.
"Wind's dying," he said stupidly.
He stretched his arm along the rail behind her.
"Looks like we'll be stuck out here quite a while. I haven't seen any motor boats that might give us a tow."
"I'm in no hurry," Cherry noted calmly, delicately scratching an itch high on the inside of one of her slender, tan thighs.
Jerry noticed that the skin of her leg was sprinkled with golden hairs. Evidently she had not started shaving her legs.
"You have very pretty legs," he complimented her awkwardly.
"Think so? I think they're too bony. I've got knobby knees, too."
Jerry's forearm brushed her hair as he reached across her, touched her knee, then squeezed it. "Nonsense." He wondered what kind of a lecher he was becoming as he let his fingers trail up her hot, smooth thigh a few inches.
He was relieved that Cherry let the intimacy pus without complaint. He settled his arm behind her again, let it touch her back, then curled it slightly. His hand touched her sun-hot, tanned and freckled shoulder. When she moved gently in his direction, his heart began hammering.
"You think I'm pretty, Cap'n?" Cherry asked.
"Yes," Jerry answered. Then, after a moment of thought, he added, "I think you're cute."
"Not 'cute', 'pretty'," Cherry corrected. "Ick! I hate the word 'cute'."
"I think you will be very pretty," Jerry temporized.
"I think I'm skinny," Cherry noted sourly.
"Slender, not skinny." Bending his elbow, Jerry combed his fingers through her straight sandy hair. "You've got nice hair."
"Totally unmanageable," Cherry argued. "It's like string. Like a mop!"
"It's just dry because you spend so much time in the sun and out here on the water," Jerry told her, still stroking her light-brown tresses.
Cherry leaned her head back. "That feels real nice," she purred. "Don't stop."
Jerry felt as if his insides were being shredded. There was a bitter taste in his mouth as he thought about what he was doing. But some irresistible force seemed to be driving him on and on and on. It was insane – it was criminal!
Gently, he guided Cherry's head over until it rested against his shoulder. He tickled his hand through her hair, around the curve of one small ear. She squirmed sideways until her legs were stretched diagonally across the cockpit. She rubbed her thighs together in a languidly sexy motion far beyond her years.
"Gee, it's a beautiful day," Cherry sighed softly. "Hot, though."
Actually, it was not as hot as it had been when Jerry had been out with Cindy. He felt hotter, though.
The boat was absolutely becalmed. It was barely moving on the heavy, oily swells that always stirred the sound. The rigging creaked softly with each gentle roll. That was the only sound.
Jerry let his hand slide down Cherry's soft cheek to her throat, then lower. Looking down, he could see she had startlingly long, dark eyelashes. He wondered if her eyes were closed. Somehow, he had the feeling that they were. He could also see that tantalizing hint of a valley between her breasts. He was almost sure the rise and fall of her small chest was speeding as he gently rubbed her soft, tender skin.
As he slid his hand slowly lower and lower on her chest, he felt his own chest burning with anticipation. He kept waiting for her to twist out from under his arm, to struggle away from him. But there was no protest, no attempt to distract him. But there was a subtle, definite tension in the slender body backed up against him. She hadn't fallen asleep.
Jerry cursed himself, and then Cherry. She couldn't be as naive and innocent as she seemed. She had to have some idea of what he was doing, what he was heading toward. The girl was not an idiot, after all. Why didn't she do something to keep him from going any farther?
He could feel, now, the soft layer of breast tissue that was developing over her pectoral muscle. His fingertips skirted the edge of her suit as he moved his hand across her chest. He was brushing her skin just below the line of her tan – he had the feeling he was already on forbidden territory, only she was not forbidding it.
How far was she going to let him go? Did she realize that there was a point beyond which it would be damn near impossible for him to stop?
Jerry was simultaneously praying for her to stop him before he went too far, and praying that she wouldn't stop him. He knew he couldn't stop himself. His cock was an aching iron bar crammed into his pants.
Gingerly, he eased his fingers lower. Delicately, he moved just the very tips under her suit. The pulse in her throat quickened visibly, as did the rise and fall of her chest. She knew what he was doing, all right. She knew perfectly well what he was doing.
And she was not going to stop him, damn her. She was not going to stop him!
Jerry slid his hand inside the top of her suit. Slowly, he moved his fingers over the swelling of her breast. He felt a stiff, hard bump between his second and third fingers, and pinched it gently. Releasing her nipple, he slid his hand across her chest to her other breast and cupped it firmly but gently. He pressed it against her. His throat knotted with excitement. Cherry's little mound was so unlike a mature woman's breast. It was firm, yet soft, and he could feel the muscle underneath. The nipple was smaller and harder and hungrier than a mature one.
"Mmmmmm," Cherry purred very softly. She was glad Jerry was moving so slowly and so cautiously. This way she was able to savor every nuance. His body was hard and hot behind her, his hand rough, yet tender, on her breasts. She felt like she was burning up inside. It all felt so hot and so wonderful. Something really neat was happening down between her legs, where the crotch of her suit was bunched up. She felt like she was swelling down there, and melting and getting wet, all at the same time. She touched his leg above his knee, and slid her hand slowly higher, feeling how hard and strong his thigh was. She put her arm on his thigh, and felt a heavy, hard, hot ridge. The thought of what she was feeling made her tremble slightly with fear. But the fear also increased the thrill. Her heart began to pound harder and it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
Perversely, the long shaft of polished wood swung clear across the cockpit, catching her eye, cluing her in instantly that he had let go of it, that he was about to do something with his other hand.
It was almost as if she understood. She shifted slightly, and he was able to touch her zipper. Awkwardly, he freed the little metal tab and eased it down her back. He felt her suit loosen, and glanced down. The breath caught in his throat. Her breasts, one covered by his huge, hairy hand, the other a shy little hill with a dart-like pink tip, were no longer covered by her suit.
The zipper was down all the way now, and only Cherry's reclining position kept her stomach covered. The moment she sat up the suit would fall clear away from her. He felt her move her head so she could peer down along her body. He knew that she knew what he could see. Then she squirmed back against him firmly.
Using the back of the hand he had inside her suit top, he folded the top of her suit forward and down, baring her tender, pink and white chest and stomach to the hot sun.
Then he stroked his fingers over her tummy. He felt her cool flesh shiver under his touch.
She was skinny. Judy, at this age, had been chubby, with baby fat and a rounded tummy. Cherry was lean and angular. Her belly button was a bump, rather than a hollow. He could see the line marking the end of her rib cage, the ripples of her lower ribs before the growing swell of her breasts covered them. Her skin was flawless; pale. Evidently, Cherry always wore one-piece suits. He wondered why.
The feel of hot, stinging sun on her breasts and stomach was a new one to Cherry. So was the feeling of warm air brushing her bare skin, and the heavy, hard arm around her. She stroked his strong, hairy forearm with her fingers as he stroked her naked stomach. Her muscles shivered and wriggled like happy little animals. Suddenly, she wanted to be naked, completely naked. She had to be rid of her suit entirely.
Letting go of Jerry's arm, she tugged and pulled at the too-small suit where it clung to her hips. Lifting her seat, she shoved and wrestled her suit down, baring her tummy, and then her crotch to his view. She shoved the suit down her skinny brown legs and kicked it away impatiently.
Naked, she lay back against him, feeling warm air touching her front, the hard wood touching her naked back and bottom.
When the young girl had at first reached for her suit, Jerry had been sure she was going to yank it back up and move away from him. When she began pushing it down with an almost desperate haste, his relief and surging lust combined had almost blinded him. He had watched, fascinated, as she had bared more and more pale skin. The expanse from her belly button downward seemed endless. And then there had been the crease of her slit, the barely perceptible bulge of her vulva.
Jerry stifled a groan of ecstasy. His body was a seething knot of lust. He hated himself for the pure, animal desire he felt for Cherry. But he knew that he had to have her. He was going to plunge his monstrous, brutal cock into her delicate cunt. If she didn't want him to she should have stopped him long ago.
He slid his hand downward, below her navel, down over that incredible expanse of pale skin, until his fingertip touched her crevice. Her legs were premed tight together. His light touch opened her. Her legs slid slowly apart, revealing more and more of her slit, nestled demurely between her tanned thighs.
Tenderly, he slid his hand down to cup her soft, yielding flesh. Slowly, he eased his longest finger into her crack and was amazed to discover a hot swamp of wet, slippery flesh. She was as soggy as an experienced woman after an hour of foreplay! He found, partially barring the entrance to her innermost recesses, the barrier he expected. He pressed past it, and heard her suck in her breath, and froze.
"No, don't stop," she whispered urgently. "Don't stop now." Her hips twisted and lifted in hungry invitation. "Aanhhhh… aaaahhhhh!"
Jerry couldn't tell if her breathy grunts were from pain or pleasure. Then her insistent grip on his wrist urged him deeper into her tight, wet hole.
"Anaahhh… aaahhhh," Cherry sighed, a long, slow sigh of contentment. She had his finger all the way in her pussy!
Then, one finger was not enough. Stiffening against the anticipated pain, she took a second finger and guided it to her vaginal opening. He shoved it in, first stretching, then shredding her hymen. Her body knotted with pain. But she knew it would not last long, and that the pleasure would. She clung to his hand and his arm as she savored the unfamiliar ache and feeling of fullness his big fingers gave her.
Then, the pleasure slowly fried and she relaxed, limp and drained.
Jerry was a tangled knot of frustration, fear, and amazement. His fingers were still sunk in her dripping, tight cunt. His cock was a burning, aching ingot. He knew he had hurt her, but he had not done anything she hadn't asked for.
He had to have her, he just had to have her the way he wanted to have her. His hand had prepared the way for his prick. He had to get his cock into her fantastically tight little cunt.
Drawing his fingers out of her, he got up. She lay back on the seat lazily. He stood over her, staring down at her very young, naked body. She had one leg up on the seat, the other down on the floor. Her crotch was wide open to him. Her breasts were flattened, almost invisible. Her small nipples were sharp, dark points on the tiny mounds.
She was looking up at him, her eyes slitted against the glare of the sun. As he loomed over her, her gamin face glowed with lust. Her obvious passion was a jarring note when contrasted with the purity of her cunt.
Jerry ripped his shirt off over his head and unfastened his belt. He ran his zipper down and shoved his pants off, stepping out of them and his canvas deck shoes at the same time. Then he hauled his shorts down, baring his huge, iron-hard cock.
Fear showed on Cherry's face at the sight of his terrible male instrument. Fear, and anticipation. She was terrified at the size of his monster cock, but she had to have it. If two fingers could feel so good inside her, think bow that huge cylinder of hot flesh would feel.
Jerry saw her fear. He was jolted by the way the sight of her fear stimulated his already ferocious lust. The flash of terror in Cherry's eyes increased his determination to plunge his cock into her vulnerable young body.
It wasn't the first time Jerry had had a virgin.
Sue had been a virgin. But, since he, too, had been a virgin, it hadn't been much of a thrill. They had had each other, and neither had felt a great deal of satisfaction in the fumbling act. Only later, after months of experience with each other, had they found real ecstasy in their coupling.
Cherry, on the other hand – spread naked and timid and inviting on the seat of the sailboat – was new and exciting. He had to have her.
Silently, Jerry lowered himself to the seat. The seat was narrow, designed for sitting, not for fucking. She spread her thighs wider, lifting the leg from foot over the side.
Jetty used himself down carefully, afraid his bulk would crush her. She was tiny, and she was young, and he had no right to be doing what he was doing, but he couldn't control himself.
Reaching don, he fitted the tip of his huge prick into her diminutive cunt. Carefully, he forced the monster head of his cock into her. Then he paused. She was tight, and small, unbelievably small. He was afraid he would tear her wide open if he wait through with this. For a moment, he hesitated as fear and need battled in him.
"Yeah," Cherry chirped from under him. "Come on, Cap'n, come on. Give it to me. Give it to me! Give it to me!" She pulled on his hips, urging him into her. "Aah!" she moaned. "Don't stop. God! Don't ever stop again!"
Her tight, virgin cunt clung to the head of his prick like a surgeon's glow. He felt her shredded hymen slide past the head of his cock.
"Ow!" Cherry moaned as searing pain tore through her. But she had expected it. It didn't frighten her. She dug her fingers into Jerry's muscular shoulders to keep him from halting his drive into her.
Cherry's moan of pain was not about to stop Jerry at this point. There was no way in the world he could have stopped. He had to get his prick clear into that tight hole. He had to ram as much of his monster cock into this girl as she could take. His hips surged forward and he screwed another inch of his prick into her.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Cherry sighed. "More, more!" She squirmed her skinny little body under him, her hips heaving and twisting eagerly, inviting deeper and deeper penetration.
Jerry drove still further into the dripping, gripping tunnel of her cunt. The feel of her delectably tight sheath around his flaming cock was absolutely fantastic.
"Ooh, ohhh, ohhh, God, oooohhh, God!" Cherry was chanting insanely. She felt him going into her, farther and farther and farther. He was huge, immense, and she was small, so very small. But she was taking him. Her magnificently elastic vagina was stretching and stretching and stretching. It hurt, but it was a delicious, wonderful, filling, satisfying hurt. She was a writhing, sexy knot of ecstasy. She had never dreamed that such incredible pleasure was possible. She had played with herself, had wriggled one of her skinny little fingers up inside her body. She had, discovered the secret of setting off a fiery flood of pleasure by wriggling two fingers in her hole, and massaging her clit. His two fingers in her had shown her just how much more pleasure was possible. And now, this incredible, huge cylinder of meat jamming her tight tunnel clear to the end was taking her to the absolute peak of pleasure at the bright-blue.
"Aaaaawwwww!" she cried. "Aaaaawwww!" She heaved up against Jerry's hips and felt his cock go still further into her hole. She felt so full she thought she was going to burst.
Jerry pushed his prick into her farther and farther and farther. He was getting close to coming, but he didn't want to come yet. He didn't want to spurt his semen into her until she had been racked with an orgasm of her own. She deserved at least that much from him. He paused, and let his cock become accustomed to the feel of being gripped so tightly by her virgin flesh.
"Cap'n?" Cherry whispered from underneath him.
"What?" Jerry asked.
"Don't stop now. Please, please, don't stop now."
"I couldn't now, even if I wanted to," he told her. He rammed his cock in another inch, and felt it slam against the end of her vagina. He felt her flinch.
"Ohhhh, God!" she wailed. "Awww, God, I'm dying! Awww, it's so good, soooo goooood! Do it again! Do it again!"
Jerry was not about to stop. He drew back and pounded into her again, more eagerly, less fearfully. His pubic bane pound against hers, even though he could not sink the full length of his cock into her diminutive cunt. He thrust his cock into her, drew back, and rammed into her still again.
"Aww – ohhh!" Cherry wailed. "What's happening? Aaaaiiieee!"
Jerry felt her thrashing under him as he continued to pound his cock into her tight cunt. Then the fires in his gut burst and semen sprayed from his cock deep into the bucking body under him. He pumped her full of thick cum. She was so full he felt it pressuring out of her, streaming back around his cock to pour into the crevice between them. He thrashed on her as she writhed under him. He drowned her with cum, until he was empty and aching.
Then he was panting for breath as he felt his prick starting to shrink.
"Hey, Cap'n, you're kind of heavy," Cherry panted.
With a soft groan, Jerry rolled off the girl and sat on the floor of the cockpit. He felt sick to his stomach at what he had done. He could see pink stains in the cum on his cock and in his pubic bush. He couldn't look at the girl he had just violated.
"That was some ride," Cherry marveled, still on her back. "That was one incredible ride!"
"Are you – all right?" Jerry asked.
"I never felt better, Cap'n. Never felt better in my life."
"I-I'm sorry," Jerry said miserably.
"Sorry? What for, Cap'n? I didn't get any over than I was asking for."
"Cherry, you're too young. You're just a kid. I've got a daughter older than you are."
Cherry appeared not to hear him. "Huh! I guess I'm gonna have to get a new nickname, aren't I?"
"Huh?"
"You didn't think 'Cherry' was my real flame, did you?" the girl asked, staring at him.
Jerry nodded dumbly.
"God, no!" she snorted. "I was christened Micaela, for God's sake. Micaela! After Saint Michael. I was supposed to be a boy. Up until last year, my nickname was 'Mike'. Then when I started dating, they called me 'Cherry' because I insisted on staying a virgin. Shoot, I don't like those young guys pawing me like animals. I was waiting for someone like you to come along and, do it right was all."
Jerry was stunned by her cool logic. "You mean, you planned what happened today?"
"No. It was all your idea. All I planned was a nice sail. But when you started getting all interested, I decided, what the hell, why not you?"
Jerry was trying desperately to regain his mental balance.
"I was the only virgin left in my crowd, too. Boy, am I glad to get that off my back." She giggled. "Man, when those creeps hear I've lost it, and they didn't get it, they're going to be furious."
"You're not going to tell them who did it, are you?" Jerry asked, terrified.
"Shucks no, Cap'n. Let them stew and try to guess. I'm not going to squeal on you. Hey, tell me the truth now, was I any good?"
Jerry nodded, still feeling sick. "You were good. You were very, very good."
"All right! Far out!" Cherry giggled. "Hey, wind's coming up again."
Hastily, they bath dressed and Jerry turned the boat to head back to the harbor. He tried to analyze what he had done, and why, which line of thought only increased his disgust with himself.
Why, why, why? he asked himself, over and over and over. He had no answer. And this time he couldn't even claim to have been seduced.
He felt like killing himself.