The next day, with the hurricane past, we got underway for
the Cayman Islands. We spent the morning at the dock
provisioning for a week's passage. With a full load of food, water,
and fuel, we left Jamaica at 2 PM. Because Kingston is on the
south coast of the island, I first headed south-southwest to get as
much sea room as possible before heading west. I would have to
sail almost 50 miles to get around Portland Point and get the sea
room I wanted before coming to the west. The winds were from
the east, so we sailed on a broad reach through the evening and
into the night. Lessa went to sleep soon after sunset. I had told her
that I would get her up for "watch" before dawn. It was a beautiful
night with bright stars and moderate winds. Magic cruised along at
6 knots. At about 3 AM I came around to the west and set the
double headsails. For this rig, all the sails amidships and aft are
taken down and two triangular sails are put up forward. Because
the wind is directly aft, one sail is spread to port and the other to
starboard. The rig is balanced, so the boat steers herself straight
down wind. I got Lessa up and briefed her on what was going on. I
instructed her to wake me if the radar showed any ships within 5
miles, if the wind increased to more than 15 knots, or if the boat
turned more than 15 degrees off course. I also told her that, under
no circumstances was she to leave the cockpit and go on deck
without waking me. The idea of finding myself alone on the boat
was a horror I couldn't contemplate. I insisted that she wear a life
jacket and safety harness.
I lay down on the pilot berth, just at the bottom of the
companionway. The familiar sounds of the boat, with her easy
movement lulled me to sleep. I had the various alarms set that I
usually use while sailing alone, but because I had a watch on deck,
I did not set my clock to wake me every hour to check around the
boat.
When I woke up, I took a look around the deck. Magic was
sailing easy under the dual headsails. The winds were light and the
sea sparkling. Under the circumstances, it was safe to leave the
deck watch to a ten-year-old, even a sleepy one. I had hit my rack
around 4 AM, it was now 9. The tropical sun was beginning to get
intense; soon it would be time to look for shade. Luckily, shade is
easy to find on a sailboat.
When I returned to the cockpit, Lessa lifted her head.
"Good morning, Captain. All's well." She said. Then she
asked if she could take off the jacket and harness. I said it would
be OK, as long as I was up and about.
She pulled the gear off, then stripped out of the shirt and
shorts she had been wearing. Then she lay down on her belly on
the starboard side, her head away from me. Her legs were just far
enough apart to allow me to see her hairless cooch. Her tiny clit
was just peeking out from between her thick pussy lips. Her ass
was small and beautifully rounded. There were freckles on her
calves and across her shoulders.
"You look lovely. That's your best looking outfit."
I sat down and pulled out my current book. However, the
beauty of the day and the creature across from me was too much of
a distraction. The sun was getting hot.
"Lessa, you're going to get burned. You should put on
some sunscreen."
"Would you do it for me?"
I went below and brought up the sunscreen. Lessa scooted
over to make room for me next to her. I started by putting the
lotion on her shoulders and arms. I moved to her back, spreading
the white liquid across her shoulder blades and then rubbing it in
until it disappeared, leaving her skin shiny. When I squeezed some
onto the small of her back she giggled, saying it was cold. Next
came her ass, wonderfully rounded cheeks were soft under my
hands. She was still very white here, until recently this was `where
the sun don't shine.' When my fingers brushed along her butt crack,
she tensed them and I felt the muscles below the skin.
I didn't squeeze the sunscreen onto the back of her thighs;
this would have tickled her too much. Instead, I put some on my
hands and started spreading it on the thigh nearest me. She flared
her rear up a little as my fingers worked up between of her legs and
I heard a short intake of breath when I brushed up against her
pussy crack. I worked down to her left calf. Here there was a light
spread of fine short hairs; it would be a couple of years before she
would have to start shaving. As yet, there was no sign of hair under
her arms and her pussy had just the smallest beginning of light
hairs on the lips.
I worked up her right calf and then to her right thigh. As I
reached her butt, I moved my thumb far down and caressed her
stiff button. She moaned as my thumb parted her lips and moved
along her inner pussy lips and clit. She spread her legs further apart,
inviting more of the same. I pushed my thumb into her love canal
and wrapped my fingers around the front of her thigh. Slowly she
started to move her butt up and down and her breathing started to
deepen. Then she stopped and rolled over onto her back, a
knowing smile on her lips. "It's time to do my front now," she said.
I started with her arms and neck. Her nipples were swollen
up. They would expand both in diameter and height when she was
excited. I rubbed the sunscreen into her upper chest and then over
her pecks. Lessa squirmed and sighed as my hands moved over her
nipples. Here there was also no tan; triangles of white flesh
outlined the top to her, now forgotten, bikini bathing suit.
Brownish-red nipples swam in the middle of the white. She
reached over and grasped my cock that had been standing at
attention ever since I started working on her back. She slowly
stroked it, working up and down my shaft with her soft little hand.
I spread the sunscreen over her tummy and lower belly. It was
obvious that she had worn a very brief bikini bottom. Her tan
stopped no more than an inch above the top of her slit. This was
the kind of suit which had made my nuts ache since I was twelve
years old. I skipped past her pussy and worked down her thighs
and legs. Then I came back up to her pussy. I started by rubbing
the sunscreen on her large outer lips. Then I slid my finger back
and forth in her slit and tickled her erect clit. She doubled her
efforts on my cock as I slipped my middle finger into her cunt,
watching it disappear to the second knuckle. I moved it in and out
of her. The sight of her writhing with pleasure was too much for
me and I blew and enormous load, shooting it at least six inches in
the air before it fell on my leg, the deck, and her wrist.
"I don't think that will stop a sunburn," she said laughingly
as she wiped my jiz onto my thigh.
I had stopped my ministrations just before I came. So I
started fingering her again, looking forward to watching her have
another orgasm. Her breathing began to deepen as she closed her
eyes. After a few more strokes, I leaned down and kissed her. She
opened her mouth to admit my tongue, inviting me with a
marvelously wet kiss. I moved to her stiff nipples, first sucking on
the left, then running my tongue around the right. By now, I was
fingerfucking her with two fingers. She was writhing with pleasure,
humping into my hand. Her breathing was raspy when she said,
"Lick my down there. My daddy used to do that to Maryellen."
Until now, we had not had any oral sex, but, as she was
already exposed to it, I was more than willing. I worked my tongue
down her stomach; she giggled as a tickled her navel. I then dove
on her slit. As I moved my tongue over her clit I tasted the coconut
from the sunscreen. I pushed my tongue in and out of her twat and
licked her clit as she started humping into my face. I was so
wonderful to lick a hairless pussy! I started stroking myself as
Lessa writhed with pleasure, groaning and panting. Alternately, I
sucked and licked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy.
Suddenly she bucked as she came, becoming wet with juices. She
collapsed back, panting. I sat down on the seat at her feet and
continued to beat off, looking at her. Her nipples were going down
but her pussy remained red and swollen. She watched as I came a
second time.
Later that day, as the boat continued sailing easy before the
wind, I was dozing in the cockpit, lying on my back. I guess I was
having a really good dream, because I woke when Lessa started
stroking my already hard cock. She was kneeling next to me and
had grasped my schlong with both hands. After my initial start, I
just laid back to enjoy. She pulled up and down, and the pressure
began to build in my nuts as I began to pant with her moves. But
she could do better.
"Here," I said, "put both your hands around it, cupping
your hands. Then straighten out your thumbs so you rub the bottom
of the glans."
Lessa complied, and her slow stroking and soft hands built
the jiz up quickly. I told her to speed up and blew my load,
pumping jiz over her hands. Then she did something completely
unexpected, she leaned over and licked the head of my cock,
taking some of my cum on her tongue. She giggled and wiped her
hands on my legs. She climbed out of the cockpit and laid down on
the foc'sel, leaving me to find some paper towel the clean up.
I went forward and sat down next to her, intending to return
the favor. She was lying on her back, eyes closed. She was
absolutely incredible. Her body was smooth, soft, hairless. Without
preamble, I started running my finger up and down her slit. She
immediately started to flare her hips, starting to hump. Her clit was
already hard and her nipples were poking up. She opened her
mouth to breath as I ran my finger up into her cooch, pushing it as
far in as it would go--so far I could feel the lump of her cervix at
the top of her vagina. Moving in and out faster, she was panting
when she asked me to use two fingers. I complied, adding my
pointer finger to the vigorous fucking she was already getting with
my middle. I leaned forward and kissed her left nipple, then sucked
on her right. She was groaning now and came with a bucking
motion. It was then that I saw the blood. I had de-flowered her
during the fingerfuck. I pulled my hand away from her; my fingers
were stained red. When she saw the blood, she pressed her thighs
together, putting her hand between her legs. She rolled on her side,
away from me. I lay down next to her and cuddled her. A couple of
minutes later, she ran below and took a shower. I rinsed off the
deck where some of her blood was smeared.
A few minutes later, when Lessa came back up, she acted
as if nothing had happened. She just smiled as she passed the helm
and went forward to lie in the shadow of the sails. I felt kind of
awkward though, and, after a few minutes, climbed up and sat
down next to her.
"How ya doing?" I asked.
"I'm alright. Don't worry about it, I know what happened. I
just thought it would happen when I actually, you know, did it.
You didn't really hurt me. I wanted you to do what you were doing.
I really enjoy being with you like that. It makes me feel grown up
and," she paused, "loved."
"You're a beautiful young woman and I'm really attached
to you. I really enjoy having you with me, not just for the love
making," I said. "I have a lot of fun being around you. Generally
I'm pretty lonely out here."
She sat up and put her arms around my neck and we kissed.
This was not a kiss of sexual passion but of human kindness and
comfort. Again, I was really struck by my feelings. How could a
jaded old fart like me have these feelings about a 10-year-old girl?
The day wore on in its quiet way, as most days underway do. That
evening I made us an especially nice dinner and we watched the
sun set off the starboard bow. Again, I stayed up late while Lessa
slept. At about 9 PM I had to take in the port headsail and set the
main and mizzen sails as the wind was backing to the south. If it
had been light, I would have set a mizzen staysail, but I usually
slow the boat at night to reduce the risk and severity of collisions
with floating debris. At 4 AM I woke her and she took the watch.
At about 6 I came awake because of a change in the
behavior of Magic. She was heeling more than before and the
waves had come up some. I went to the cockpit where Lessa was
sitting. The sky was becoming overcast as clouds crowded in from
the east. A check of our position showed us 30 miles east of Grand
Cayman. I planned to sail to the north of the island and around to
George Town, in the lagoon on the north coast. The weatherfax
had indicated an approaching tropical wave from the east, and with
it would come a wind shift to the north. I explained this to Lessa
and warned her that the wind shift might come quickly. We would
have to keep an eye on the clouds and especially watch for a thick
cloudbank approaching from the northeast.
At 7:30 I was below making breakfast when Lessa called
me up. "Donny, there are some really ugly clouds out here."
I poked my head out of the hatch to see a wall of black
clouds about 10 miles off.
"Honey, it looks like a storm may be coming, would you
come below and put things away while I take in some sails?" I
asked.
As Lessa moved around with a very serious expression on
her face I went on deck. The winds had freshened quite a bit during
the morning and Magic was moving along well. I had not put out
any additional sails with daylight. Now I put a reef in the main and
then took in the genoa and replaced it with a working jib. While
the genoa was down, I asked Lessa to steer, as the imbalance in the
rig made it hard for the self-steering gear to hold her course. Then I
took down the mizzen and Magic settled down to a slow easy pace
in the building seas. I gave Lessa some sea-sickness pills, this
would be her first time in any sort of rough weather, and I didn't
need her really miserable. We also put on clothes for the first time
in 3 days. It was already a little cool to be nude, and it would be
cooler later.
At 8:15 the winds dropped to near calm. The waves were
about 6 feet, but with no wind, they were inky looking. Magic
wallowed, making for an uncomfortable time as some items
crashed to the deck below. Lessa went down to investigate but I
told her not to stay if she felt sick, the deck was the safest place for
whatever had fallen. A few seconds later she came up and reported
that some books had fallen. At 8:20 the wind suddenly came up
from the north. There were two strong puffs, then it settled to a
steady 35 knots. Soon there was spray washing over the boat as she
continued along, making a respectable 8 knots while beating
slightly into the wind. I went below and brought up some oilskins
for us. The waves built to 8 feet. At around noon, I brought the
boat around to the west and approached the entrance to the lagoon.
The entrance is deep and well marked, but narrow. As we
approached we could see a couple of cruise ships in down town.
The entrance to the harbor would be tricky, as, if I got blown more
than 50 yards to the east or west, I would crash on the reefs. We
came through with no troubles, but I think Lessa found the sight of
the breakers on either side of the channel a little unnerving. We
anchored in the lagoon at 4 PM and awaited the customs boat.
After passing customs, we motored to a dock were we took
on water and fuel. Then we spent the evening in town. I bought
Lessa a pretty sundress and a pair of sandals she "just gotta have."
I smiled at myself because I was buying her exactly what I didn't
want her to use-clothes. We had dinner at a waterfront restaurant
and watched the two cruise ships get underway and go to sea. We
returned to Magic at about 9 PM and went to bed. This time there
was no fooling around. Lessa went straight to my cabin. I came
into the cabin to see her sitting on my bunk, propped up on her
elbows. One of her legs was straight while the other was bent. She
seemed to be purposely displaying her pussy for me; her nipples
were already expanding in anticipation. My dick swelled. I walked
up to the bed and looked down on her-such a beautiful sight.
Then she sat up and reached for my cock. She stroked it a couple
of times and then moved to the edge of the bed. I wasn't expecting
what came next. She leaned forward and took my hardening
schlong into her mouth. She worked the head in and out, sucking
vigorously. I began to hump slowly into her face, watching the
head and about an inch of my shaft disappear. She continued to
work my cock in and out, each time taking it a little deeper until I
banged into the back of her throat. She took my cock for two more
strokes before I pulled back-I was about to cum and I didn't want
to shorten our lovemaking.
I kneeled on the deck and began to eat her wonderful
hairless snatch. She leaned back and arched her back as I sucked
on her clit and pushed my tongue into her cooch. I ran my tongue
around her clit and back and forth in her slit. Her lips were wide
and I had the impression that my whole face was buried in her puss.
I reached up and stroked her swollen nipples as she humped my
face and groaned in orgasm. I sat up and wiped my face with my
arm. She lay on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, feet on the
floor. I started rubbing my cock back and forth on her slit.
In a little voice she said, "I want you inside me."
All I did was make a slight change in the angle of my prick
and the head pushed against her cunt opening but, it was obvious
that I would hurt her if I forced myself into her. In a drawer next to
the bed, I had a tube of K-Y. In some ports, you can only get
unlubricated condoms, so I kept it there in case I needed it. I took
some and spread it on my cock. Lessa watch with interest but did
not say anything. After lubing up I put my cock head against her
lips it slipped smoothly into her pussy. I stopped, then I slowly
moved back and forth, each time pushing a little farther inside her.
Lessa gazed up as my cock slid into her tight envelope. First, just
the head, then another half inch, and then halfway up the shaft. I
started pumping her faster as she lifted her legs up, pressing the
inside of her thighs and knees against my ribs. The pressure was
building up inside me as she reached up and pulled me down on
top of her, her little body squirming tightly against me. She started
to moan with my thrusts, humping her loins into me. I crawled
forward so my knees were on the bed, supporting my weight on
my elbows and knees. Lessa wrapped her legs around me and
hugged me tightly. She was literally hanging on me as our passion
built. I rolled over on my back, with Lessa on top of me. She
moved back and forth, more and more violently impaling herself
on my member. With a loud grunt she made two more rocks as I
humped, driving my tool as deep into her little tube as it would go.
I blew my load deep in her pussy, pumping cum for what seemed
hours. Lessa collapsed on top of me, her body running with sweat,
her breath coming in pants. Her hair was sticky with sweat. We lay
there quietly for many minutes, my dick still throbbing in her
pussy. After a while she fell asleep as my cock went flaccid and
slipped out of her.
We spent the next day exploring the island. I rented a motor
scooter and we drove around. It felt so nice to have her hugging me
from behind as we drove through the dunes and along the beaches.
On the south side of the island, we found a secluded beach that had
a few people on it. It was a nude beach, so we pulled our clothes
off and splashed around in the warm surf. We lay in the sun to dry,
watching others. As the evening approached, we made our way
back to the boat, showered and then went out for the evening. We
ate and then went around to a few clubs. I know I looked a little
silly out clubbing with a ten-year-old, but I assumed that most
people just thought I was a dotting father out with his daughter. I
do know that she had a great time being part of an older scene.
About midnight, we headed back to Magic.
I put the boat to rights for the night and showered, then
made my way to bed while Lessa showered. Lessa came aft later
after she had finished. I was reading and finishing up a beer. She
sat down on the edge of my bunk, and watched me reading. In
anticipation my cock was already swelling. She reached out and
started stroking my cock-and it quickly responded by coming to
attention. When I reached over to pull her to me she said, "No, this
time I'm doing this for you. Just lay back and enjoy."
I did as she commanded, lying on my back. She started a
slow, steady stroking of my schlong. She was using two hands-just
as I had taught her. She stared directly in my eyes and the cum
started to build in me. Then she leaned forward and took the head
of my dick into her mouth. She started sucking as she took more
and more of my shaft in. My cock got incredibly hard as she
bobbed, taking more than half of my shaft before my dick head
banged into the back of her throat. Her bobbing became faster and
her suction greater. This was totally incredible. I was not at all
surprised that Lessa would be familiar with blowjobs, but she was
giving me the best head I had ever experienced. She would
alternately suck and lick, each time she engulfed my dick with her
lips taking it to new depths in her magnificently soft, warm, and
wet oral cavity. Her hair fell down over my loins. She made
occasional slurping noises when air leaked in between my dick and
her lips. The pressure was building inside me as I humped into her
face, pushing my dick farther in.
"Honey, I'm going to cum," I moaned.
She looked up and paused. "It's ok," she said. She looked
back down, considering my dick for a moment, and then rammed
my tool deep down her throat, taking the whole length. I think that
her face actually hit my stomach just above my dick as she deep
throated me. After two more dives, I came; shooting my wad in
eight or ten shots in her mouth. She kept sucking and bobbing.
Some of my cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, running
down the side of my dick and over her hands. After she had sucked
all the cum out of me, she sat up.
"Yuck," she said through a laugh, "that was disgusting."
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
I reached down and pulled her on top of me, kissing her
and shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was still
slippery with my cum and I tasted it as we squirmed together. My
dick was still hard between us and a little cum was still flowing out.
This mixed with our sweat and saliva to make a slippery lubricant
between us. Her nipples formed two hard pebbles against my chest;
my still engorged cock rubbed against her pussy and thighs. Things
were very wet and very warm and very passionate.
I grabbed her butt with both hands and slid her forward.
Her hard nipples stood out from her, otherwise, flat chest. I sucked
first on one and then on the other. They tasted salty with her sweat
and my cum. She giggled and lifted off of me when I started
pushing her farther forward.
With a questioning look she asked, "What do you want?"
"Slide up and sit on my face," I said.
I guess that this was not part of the education she had
gotten by watching her parents because I don't think that she
grasped my meaning. I slithered down so my face was between her
thighs and started licking her lovely hairless cunt. There is nothing
like going down on a prepubescent girl. The smoothness of such a
hairless, smooth slot is wonderful. Even a shaved pussy still has
some roughness to pull on your tongue. Also, a girl's cunt smells
and tastes different. There is just a mild scent of a woman's musk.
Lessa got the idea and sat up, kneeling across my face.
Looking up I could see her hard nipples. In my minds eye I could
see us. Lessa kneeling on me, her hands on the bulkhead in front of
her, her head thrown back. She was arching her back and grinding
her pus into my face. Her cunt lips were spread wide and her hard
clit stood out for the licking and sucking. I pushed my tongue as
far into her vagina as it would go. She started bouncing up and
down on it like it was a cock, her breath panting. I just kept my
tongue out as far and as stiff as I could as she rode it into a
shuddering orgasm. Her wetness mixed with my saliva and a
trickle ran down my cheek.
"God, that was incredible," she said as she rolled off me
and spread out on her stomach on the bed.
Her feet were next to my head so I started licking her ankle.
"Stop that!" she giggled, pulling her feet away. "Come up
here."
I turned around and lay down half on my stomach, half on
her back. My dick was hard against her thigh. The feeling of being
against her was too much and I started slowly humping her leg. I
got up on my knees and pushed her legs farther apart. Then I lay
down on her, my dick lying along her butt crack. I pushed my right
hand under her hips and started fingering her slit. She started
moving her hips back and forth, making small humps into my hand.
Her cunt was still very wet-dripping in fact. I pushed her legs
farther apart with my knees, and lifted off of her. I then pushed my
dick between her cooch and the bed. She flared her butt up as I
pulled back and my cock slid easily into her love canal. I started
humping, running my dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she
pushed backwards against me. Her breathing was becoming deeper
when she said; "You are incredible. God I love being with you."
I rolled on to my side and I continued to fuck her from
behind. I reached around and started fingering her clit. She
wrapped her leg over mine, spreading her legs farther to facilitate
my fingering of her slot while my dick moved in and out of her
vagina. Then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me.
She was spread open, leaning back on my chest. I fingered her clit
and rubbed her nipples. I just couldn't get enough of feeling her
hairless pus and stiff nipples. She lifted off of me, doing a
modified crab walk to better move my cock in and out of her slot.
She rocked faster as I humped my dick deep into her and fingered
her clit. She groaned as she came, her pussy clenched down on my
dick and I blew another load into her cunt. This was the best time I
had ever had in bed. I had lost my cherry at 14 when the
neighbor's wife had to wait too long for her trucker husband to get
home. It was amazing to me that a little ten-year-old girl could be
such an awesome lover. She rolled off of me, then lay on her belly
next to me and gave me an incredible deep kiss. We curled up
together and went to sleep.
We spent the next day lazing around the boat and went into
town that evening. Again, we visited some of the local clubs and
then returned to Magic. We made love that night in a slow and
tender way. By now we knew each other well enough that there
was no hurry, no anxiety, just wonderful love making. Lessa's
child body was the most exciting thing to explore. I was amazed at
the pleasure she could give me, and I think she felt the same. The
sight of her hairless slit and flat chest, with just the hint of
developing breasts, was more of a dream than I ever expected.