After two more days, we left Cayman, sailing for Mexico
and the Yucatan. The weather was still beautiful, and we sailed on
an easy reach. The transit, four days, took on our regular watch
routine. We would both be up during the day, and I would stay on
watch until about 3:00 AM. Then, Lessa would take over until
mid-morning. All three mornings, she insisted that we make love
before she took over the watch. In the dark, she would start to pull
gently on my cock as we sat together. Slowly she would stroke it
until it reached full attention. At the same time, I rubbed her slit,
occasionally slipping my finger up into her vagina. It turned me on
so much to feel her bald pussy. Sometimes she would lean down
and suck on me for a few minutes, but she would always pull back
before I came. Once, she stood up, straddling my knees and pushed
her girl parts into my face. I licked and sucked her wonderful
snatch as she humped my face. She put her hands on my shoulders
until just before she came. Then she pushed my head into her
crotch and humped while she came.
After this she slid down, her pussy running along my chest.
Then she impaled herself on my cock, slipping it easily into her
tight little preteen snatch. She moved up and down, groaning with
every stroke, until I shot my semen inside her. Only after she was
entirely sated, would she let me hit my rack.
On the third day out we were sailing easy on a sunny
afternoon when Lessa came up the companionway laughing.
"Look what I found!"
I was embarrassed to see that she had found a vibrator that
a friend of mine had left on board a while ago. I had forgotten that
it was even still on board.
She sat down and said, "Now, how does this work?" With
a twist of the collar at the base, a humming could be heard. She
spread her legs and slouched down to provide better access to her
pubes. Her full, hairless pussy was in full view. Her large outer lips
were apart and the inner lips and her clit were visible. The opening
between the inner lips was there and my dick started to harden,
wanting to dive into her tight little love canal. This time, however,
something else would be finding its way in.
Lessa started rubbing the dildo along her preteen slit. Almost
immediately her little lips and clit became engorged. Lessa started
breathing a little harder. She continued rubbing her clit with the
white plastic tool, I could see that she was getting very excited.
And so was I. My dick started to swell the first time she had run
the dildo along her slit. Now I was reaching a full hard-on. Then
she changed the angle of the dildo and pushed it into her vagina.
As it slipped into her, she drew in her breath. My prick was at full
attention, aching to be stroked. I started rubbing myself as I
watched the dildo move in and out of her. Lessa was giving full
attention to herself, her breathing becoming harder as beads of
sweat appeared on her forehead. Her clit was bright red and fully
engorged. She pulled the dildo out and just rubbed it up and down
her slit, feeling the vibration through her clit, the pleasure building
in her loins. She turned the dildo and rammed it deep into her cunt,
fucking herself with the plastic phallus. She was breathing harder
now, completely lost in her masturbation. Her nipples were
sticking up, swollen little strawberries. I was stroking my dick, the
pressure building in my balls, when she shuddered and groaned
cumming. Two strokes later, I shot my load onto the deck,
pumping four-five-six spurts of jiz. Lessa lay back on the cockpit
seat, he skin glistening as rivulets of sweat ran down her sides. The
dildo was still in her pussy, where she had left it. Its hum was
muffled. She left the tool there; not holding it as she put one hand
behind her head and let the other arm fell to the deck. The dildo
was still deep in her puss.
I found the hum of the vibrator irresistible. I went across to
her and started slowly moving it in and out of her pussy. As I
pulled it out, her inner lips would be stretched down, not willing to
give it up. As I eased it into her, her lips would follow, being
pushed up into her. Lessa continued to lay, eyes closed, but her
breathing gave her away. As I fucked her with the dildo, she
started breathing with its probes. My dick again started to rise,
despite the dull ache of lover's nuts.
I ran the vibrator in and out of her a little faster, her breaths
became deeper and she started humping to meet its' advances. By
now, my dick was at full attention. With my free hand, I grabbed
the tube of K-Y I had started keeping in one of the storage bins and
squirted some on my tool. Then I pulled the vibrator out and
replaced it with my dick. Lessa gasped, I guess she wasn't
expecting the switch. My dick is significantly thicker. She pulled
her legs up and stared at me with a look of wonder as I fucked her.
She was laid out, and I could watch my dick moving in and out of
her girl-pussy, her clit rubbing back and forth as I pushed in then
pulled out. I stroked faster, and her breathing became harder, again
sweat was running down her sides. She arched her back and
groaned again, her pussy tightening around my dick. On the next
stroke, I came again; leaving my sperm deep in her belly with two
or three shots. I fell back, sitting across the cockpit from her,
totally exhausted. She lay also, breathing hard, eyes closed, her
beautiful naked body in full view of the sky and sun. Some of my
cum, mixed with her juices, ran out of her cunt and down into the
crack of her ass. We arrived in Cancun the next day around noon.
We spent the afternoon on the beach, watching the other
sunbathers. There was a mix of people, but only a few children.
Most of the others were tourists, most of them middle-aged. Some
of them were quite fat, large rolls and breasts. There were also
some younger people, still having beautiful bodies. After one
especially good looking woman of about 25 walked by, I could feel
that Lessa was upset. The woman had medium sized breasts; her
large nipples pointed out straight from firm breasts. Her bush was
dark brown, as was her hair, and covered her sex so that only a hint
of the lips under it could be made out. She had a flat stomach and
well shaped hips and butt. Her face was also quite pretty; she
could have been seen in any "men's" magazine in the world.
Lessa was quiet as she walked away, her tanned body being
admired by every man on the beach. Lessa looked down at herself,
and I could tell that she felt let down. I put my arms around her and
held her, then I kissed her neck.
She pulled away slightly. "Do you think I'll look like her?"
she asked.
"Honey, you will be a hundred times more beautiful. Right
now, you're a hundred times more beautiful." I said.
Lessa was still quiet. "Don't you wish I had breasts?"
"I love you just the way you are," I replied. "I think you're
the sexiest, most desirable woman I have ever been with. Your
everything I ever wanted in a lover, and more. I love the way you
look. I especially like it that you are so smooth and soft. Also,
other women just don't give the way you do. You're the best lover
I have ever had."
Lessa relaxed and lay up against my side, her head on my
shoulder. After a few minutes we went back into the water and
splashed around some.
When we went back up onto the beach, Lessa picked up her
towel and, taking me by the hand, she lead me back into a gully in
the cliffs. After we were out of sight of the beach, she told me to
sit down on a ledge. Then she kneeled between my legs and started
to suck my cock.
I immediately got rock hard as she took my dick in and out
of her mouth, sucking it deep into the back of her throat, then
pulling back so only the head was against her tongue. The
roughness of her tongue against my glans was incredibly exciting.
She also held my stiff shaft with both hands, stroking up and down
as she took me deep into her mouth. A couple of times she pulled
my cock out of her mouth and licked it along the bottom, from my
balls to the head, only to slam it back down her throat.
The pressure was building in my nuts, the cum getting
ready to shoot. I told her I was about to cum, but she kept sucking,
giving me an incredible blowjob. As my cum pumps came on line,
I fired two shots in her mouth. She pulled my dick out and stroked
it fast. I fired twice again, my white jiz splattering on her face,
across her cheek and forehead, a few drops landing in her hair. She
had her mouth open and I could see my cum mixed with her saliva
on her tongue and lips. She rammed me back into her mouth as I
fired again and again. White bubbles of cum were in the corner of
her mouth as she continued sucking every drop.
When I was spent, she looked up and smiled. Some of my
cum was still in her mouth, as droplets clung to her face. I reached
down and wiped the cum off her cheek and forehead, then I pulled
her toward me and gave her a really sloppy open kiss, tasting my
salty cum on her tongue. We hugged and kissed. When I reached
down between her legs to start to return the favor, she pulled away,
however.
"No, later," she said. Then she turned and ran back to the
beach, laughing.
Three days later we were underway again, heading back to
Jamaica. The winds were light in the morning and, as the sun
moved toward the zenith, they died away completely. We were
about four miles off shore, drifting. Under the tropical sun, a thick
haze developed as the ocean water evaporated. Under the hot
assault, I dozed in the cockpit. I awakened when a shadow passed
over me. Lessa kneeled down in front of me and took my limp
cock in her mouth. As she sucked it in and out, it quickly rose to
the occasion. When I was fully erect, she stopped and pulled away.
She stood over me, her hairless pussy even with my face. I
loved the look of it, the slit and thick lips parting slightly to show
her clit. She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowered
herself onto my cock. My cockhead pushed against her lips but
wasn't going to slip in. Lessa pushed down on my shaft twice, but
all she did was push her lips up.
"Put some jelly on it," she demanded.
With a laugh, I reached into the compartment behind me
and pulled out the K-Y. I squeezed a dab on my head, right on the
piss-hole. Lessa reached down (she had stepped back a bit) and
with one finger, spread the lube around the head. Then she stepped
forward and again lowered herself on my cock. This time the head
easily parted the little-girl lips and I watched my dick slowly
disappear into her ten-year-old twat. First the head, then the light
colored pink behind the head, and then shaft. About half of my tool
was inside her when my head hit the end; I was as far inside her as
I would go. She pulled away, lifting herself and pulling my cock
out until just the head remained in her love tube. Then she dropped
again, ramming me into her cooch. She started bouncing up and
down, repeatedly pushing me into her. She was panting with her
bounces, her head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. My cum
was building inside me as I started to hump up to meet her
impaling bounces. After what seemed like several minutes, she
stopped and stood up, pulling me out of her. She turned around and
reached down. Now she gently guided my cock back inside her,
but this time she was facing away from me. I reached around and
rubbed my fingertips across her hard nipples and fingered her slit.
Again, she bounced up and down on my cock, impaling herself.
She began moaning with every bounce, sweat breaking out on her
body. She leaned back against me; her hair was in my face. She
reached up and over her shoulders, wrapping her hand around my
head and pulling herself against me. When she climaxed, a loud
exclamation escaped from her, "Ahh-ahh-ahh." I fired my load
inside her, my head swimming.
It was after we had calmed down (but I was still inside her)
that we noticed the fishing boat. It was no more than 50 yards
away, and about a half dozen men lined the rail, two with
binoculars. At first, Lessa froze while I suppressed a strong desire
to laugh. Then she giggled and stood up, waving. She jumped up
on deck and stood at the rail, laughing and waving. She was
obviously having a good time showing off her body to them. From
across the water came applause and whistles. As the fishing boat
moved away, Lessa came back down into the cockpit. "Quite a
show we gave them!" she laughed.
As Magic crossed the Caribbean, every day moving closer
to Jamaica, the mood on my little ship slowly darkened. In the
month that had passed, our relationship had developed into
something that defies description. Lessa was my lover, my wife,
and my daughter. She was also my shipmate and friend. In a short
time, we had shared far more than two of such differing ages
should share. We had had times where she was my little girl, times
when she was my date, times that she was my companion, times
when I needed to be a stern father. We had even faced times of
danger together. The sea doesn't really care. And yes, Lessa had
occasionally misbehaved; she had also spent a lot of time being a
child. I knew that, in spite of the strange character of our
relationship, she still needed to sometimes play with dolls. It is
difficult to change gears when your lover crawls out of bed and
wants to play with Barbie. I coped with this by remembering how I
played with my older sister when I was a child. At forty, I again
was allowed to be eight-what a gift.
We arrived in Kingston two days before Lessa's flight
home. We spent the time doing maintenance on Magic and
partying in the old city. On the night before she left, Lessa's love
making was intense, even desperate. She was on top, ramming
down hard on me. Just before we both climaxed, warm drops
splashed on my chest. When she dropped down on me, she was
crying. She sobbed until she fell asleep.
The next day, we took a cab to the airport. We didn't speak
much as Lessa checked in. When the flight was called, she kissed
me as any niece would kiss her uncle and walked down the jetway.
Just before she turned to enter the 767, she looked back. Her face
was ashen-too sad, too heart-broken. At the same time, I felt as if
my guts were being wrenched out of me. I was reminded of an old
song by Carly Simon.
The memory of your last look-
the way you took me by surprise,
And the way that you turn my head around.
And the way that you turn my head around.
I spent that night in a whorehouse, madly fucking in a blind
drunk. But the professional black bitches in Kingston smelled,
their fake moans just made me mad. I stumbled into the tropical
night, hurt, lonely, pissed off, and sick with remembering. I was
stumbling toward the harbor when some jackass hit me across the
shoulders with a plank.
I woke up at dawn, I had passed out on the quay wall. The
hair on the back of my head was caked with dried blood, my wallet
and watch were gone. Magic was waiting for me 100 yards off
shore, quietly resting at anchor.