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.