Chapter 9
"The idiots," Holly was saying, listening to the frolicking in the water far below us. "They're all drunk. They'll drown themselves."
"Let's hope," I offered, not very humanely. Reaching out a hand to take her glass, crude visions were rising in the mind. My wife's hand tugging at Dave's giant cock somewhere in the water below. Female squeals in the soft night air.
"Comes the orgy?" Holly asked, peering ahead, watching scudding clouds trying to beat the moon to the horizon.
I nodded. "Comes the orgy." I started for the ladder with our empty glasses and went down to the bar, Holly following close behind. The cruiser bobbed in the water, pulling at its anchor, making me feel drunker than I thought I should be. Two quick splashes of vodka into the sweating glasses.
Holly took one small sip and set the glass down firmly and with a certain finality on the bar, her eyes level on mine. "I won't run away anymore, Cord," she said softly. We stood there in the light of the dying moon, both frozen suddenly in the knowledge that it would be now. Now. And to hell with everybody and everything else.
I put my drink carefully beside hers on the bar and we moved as one toward the cabin door, clinging tightly to one another. I could feel the slight trembling of her body against me as she struggled with the fear that was already beginning to rise within her, competing again with her equally strong desire to become a woman. I no longer had any doubts about which emotion would triumph.
I closed and bolted the door behind us, shutting out the laughing and splashing and squealing of the people in the water, but the music from the for-lovers-only album was moving softly and dimly in the small confines of the cabin. I turned to her and Holly was in my arms, her warm mouth searching for my own. As we held our lips in a long kiss, I unsnapped the band of her bikini top and felt her lovely warm breasts, the nipples fiercely erect and pressuring tautly against the bare skin of my chest, spilling softly from the loosened cloth.
My hands glided smoothly over the delightful curves of her body, slipped beneath the elastic band of the thin material of the panties and pushed them slowly down over the firm swelling mounds of her buttocks. My cock had stiffened and was trying desperately to jerk itself erect inside the swimming trunks. As Holly stepped from the bikini bottoms I shoved the trunks off and moved forward, taking her again in the close circle of my arms and backing her slowly toward the bunk. We stood at the edge of the small bed for a long moment, tongues plunging hotly together, the trembling of her body gradually dissipating as her fear subsided. And then she broke away from the kiss and put her head gently, lightly, on my shoulder. Her breath warm against my flesh, I became intensely aware of the rigid cock angling sharply upward between us and throbbing hotly against her stomach.
"Please be gentle," she said. "You promised you would be gentle." She lay back on the bunk bed, the light from the dying moon showing me the grey outline of her body as she reclined.
I sat on the edge of the bunk and leaned toward her, touching her lips lightly with mine, increasing the pressure very slowly until I felt her beginning to respond, returning the kiss with pressure of her own, and my hand moved very slowly upwards until it covered the swelling firm globe of one of her breasts, the nipple forcing itself stiffly into my palm.
I inserted my tongue between her lips, stroking smoothly in and out until I felt her darting her tongue delicately in response. Her hand fluttered nervously along my thigh for an instant and drew itself nearer to my cock. She closed her fingers on the pulsing, hard shaft, holding it very gently, almost fearfully in their tender grasp, then she began sliding the skin up and down with almost infinite care, applying a very slight pressure with just her fingertips. I moved my hand from her breast, sliding it down, down, across her flat stomach to the soft tangle of hair. Her thighs closed in reflex as my insistent fingers plunged toward the warm secret place of her body. I could feel her hand squeezing in a fierce, panicky grip on my stiffened cock. She tore her mouth suddenly from mine and plunged her face against my neck, her whole body beginning to shudder violently as she fought for control.
"Oh, Cord. I'm so afraid. I'm sorry I'm such a sissy. Please try to understand."
"I do, Holly. Oh, God, I understand. Just don't be afraid. Please. Open your legs, Holly. That's it. See ... now relax. There."
Her thighs began to open, slowly, as she shyly but determinedly began to relax again beside me, and I slipped my hand over the soft silken mound of her virgin pussy. Its heat rose incredibly, fiercely hot to the flesh of my fingers as I stroked, caressed her gently and rhythmically, feeling her going more and more limp, the tenseness leaving her body as her lips returned to mine and her fiery tongue plunged in and out of my mouth in a miniature imitation of the act of love.
My middle finger curled until its tip was touching her clitoris and I could feel the tiny organ beginning to swell beneath the caress, betraying her rising passion, and her hips began rotating in a slow gentle rhythm as I rubbed gently at her hardening little bud, returning my pressure timidly at first and then more boldly as her excitement increased. I slipped my finger further downward, feeling the slick moistness gathering between the soft hot outer lips of her cunt, and placed just the tip of my finger to her vaginal opening and pressed gently inward half an inch, then quickly retreating, like someone testing the temperature of hot water. I darted the fingertip swiftly back and forth, parting the slippery inner lips a bare fraction of an inch at each thrust, aware of her rapidly rising excitement as she experienced a sensation she had never felt before. Her buttocks thrust lightly up to meet the tiny penetrations of my finger and her mouth was pressed powerfully against mine as her body writhed about on the bunk.
I stretched out beside her on the bed, my towerlike prick swinging heavily in the air, angling out above my belly, and I pulled her body gently over onto mine. I was nearly maddened to the point of rape as I felt the bared swollen crown of my cock brushing lightly against the insides of her warm velvety thighs. The knowledge of her seething moist virgin cunt spread there an inch from the tip of my turgid prick, hovering just above it, waiting only for one simple thrust of my hips, was almost more than I could bear.
Holly crouched in the warm darkness of the cabin, her weight on her knees and elbows, feeling the erect male organ touching hotly at her flesh, not knowing quite what to do, nuzzling me experimentally with her lips, letting her weight drop lower a bit until she felt the head of my cock nudging gently against her soft furry-rimmed cunt, then retreating abruptly, frightened away by a sensation she could neither understand nor reject. I put my hands on the cheeks of her unbelievably perfectly formed ass and held her firmly in position, not forcing her toward me but simply preventing her from escaping.
"I'm so small there. And you feel so ... so huge. Will it hurt me, Cord?"
She was whispering very softly as she went on nuzzling frantically at my mouth. And she went on dipping her buttocks lightly against my cock, pressing back until she could feel the broad tip spreading the outer lips of her cunt, slipping hotly inward just an inch, just enough so that we could both feel the blunt end pressuring gently against the virgin entrance.
Her small hand moved back timidly, yet with a certain wantonness she could not control, and closed tightly around my rampant cock, guiding it from where it surged now against the furrow of her ass until, by raising herself upward a tiny bit, she felt the sticky flaring crown slide again into position for penetration.
The pink, petal-like inner lips of her virgin cunt began spreading gently wider as the hot slippery head of my cock moved slowly forward. She tensed the muscles of her ass in sudden panic, still trembling violently with desire, the disproportionate size of the organ becoming more and more apparent as she pressed it deeper into her body a tiny fraction of an inch at a time. The burning lips of her pussy enclosed the swollen head like a sucking mouth, trying to draw it further inside, the simultaneous pleasure and pain of the experience nearly driving her wild with lust and ecstatic agony as she moved her hips in a gentle rotation, her tight little cunt gripping the huge hardness of the head like a fierce little fist. I could feel the flesh of her body stretching as she opened little by little and the rigid column of hard cock slipped deeper inside. It lay lodged against her maidenhead now, throbbing violently* pulsing with a vibrant intensity of its own, and Holly's buttocks contracted involuntarily as though her body were preparing to repulse this giant invader.
But I knew and she knew that she would have it, that she had to have it all inside of her, every inch of it buried completely to the hilt, even if she died in the process. She forced her mouth more tightly to mine, crushing away the moan of pain rising from her throat at the unexpected pressure of the penetration into her body.
I held myself steady, with a supreme effort of will, waiting until she was ready, and then Holly began slowly moving her firm little ass back and forth, riding very gently on just the first few inches of my rock-hard prick, caressing the head tenderly with the sweet soft lips of her pussy that were growing steadily more moist and slick as her bravery and excitement rapidly increased. The low moaning deep in her throat was no longer a moan of pain as she began moving faster. I could feel her body thrilling with ecstasy as the hard slippery head of my cock massaged her clitoris with every backward and forward motion of her now swiftly moving ass.
Then, biting savagely at my shoulder and gripping my arms tightly, she gathered together all her courage and drove her weight downward on the stiff prick lodged in her cunt. She gasped and nearly screamed as her hymen gave way and her pussy, as tight as a clenched fist, captured nearly six inches of the thick muscular shaft in her frantic downward plunge. It was the end of the world striking in a blaze of ecstasy, her body feeling split in two and yet whole for the first time in her entire nineteen years of life. She lay against me breathing hard, absolutely still for a frozen moment, lost in the delicious pleasure of feeling the hot pulsing thickness of the prick that had made her a woman.
Again she moved and, reaching back almost shyly in her curiosity, she touched my warm balls gently and then moved her fingers upwards to clasp tentatively at the thick base of the shaft of my cock, as though by touching she would verify this reality of my cock filling her warm cunt just as she had touched and verified as true so many other things this day. She squeezed lightly at the hard hairy flesh, feeling it jerk in response all along its length, the huge head lurching wildly deep inside her.
I gripped the cheeks of her ass more firmly in my hands and pulled her tightly down against me, seating the final inch of hard cock in her marvelously tight pussy.
Her body was shuddering lightly beneath my hand, but her trembling was from her rising passion and excitement, I knew, rather than from fear. Her fear had fled as the delicious sensations of the pressure of my hard cock filling her cunt began moving through her, slowly at first as the pain began to subside and then more rapidly as the pain was replaced by the unutterable pleasure of the experience. She plunged the hot flame of her tongue swiftly in and out of my mouth and started rocking rhythmically back and forth, perhaps only an inch at first, then two inches, then more and more quickly, her lovely little ass flying in the darkness of the cabin, stroking the incredibly tight sheath of her pussy along the full thick stiffened length of the fiercely erect organ.
She tore her mouth suddenly from mine, gasping for breath, and her head tossed wildly from side to side as she plunged her ass faster and faster, driving my throbbing prick in and out of her body in a desperate wantonness. I could feel her beautiful round buttocks clenching spasmodically in my hands each time she stroked forward, gliding along the slippery shaft until only the head remained in her, the muscular ring of her cunt gripping the neck so tightly it was nearly a physical pain.
"Oh, God, Cord. It feels so ... so nice!" She increased the speed of her movements and I held her ass firmly and began thrusting from below, jamming my inflamed cock into her belly in a frenzy as I felt the orgasm gathering in my loins, determined to bring her to climax before my ejaculation struck.
She began writhing uncontrollably above me as she felt herself beginning to come, the new sensation and excitement of it almost more than she could bear, whipping her ass frantically back and forth and then from side to side, ever more swiftly, moaning her pleasure, digging her sharp fingernails into the flesh of my shoulders, oblivious of everything now but the electric thrilling of her body. She suddenly collapsed against me as her orgasm exploded upon her, making her tight little pussy clench and unclench on the jerking hardness of my cock as the tidal wave of emotion burst and my sperm began gushing into her belly, spurting endlessly and hotly upward, bathing the sucking walls of her cunt with the white fiery fluid as I went on fucking wildly into her, holding her ass crushed against my savagely thrusting hips.
Holly held herself gripped tightly against me, gasping softly, her body shuddering from the intensity of the pleasure. After a long quiet moment she began to relax, melting herself to me, her legs spread wide, my still-rigid cock pulsing against the hot inner flesh of her cunt.
"Thank you, Cord," she whispered softly. "Thank you for making me a real woman. I've been so long becoming one." She was quiet again, breathing slowly against my chest, her fingers brushing lightly on my shoulders. We lay for a long while, gently caressing one another, my cock slowly softening in the grip of her cunt and slipping heavily out.
The sudden loud stamping and laughter just beyond where we lay in our embrace told me the worst: the orgy was moving back on board. A moment later I heard Dave swearing drunkenly something about "shitty music" and his bare feet slap-slapped closer as he moved to the stereo unit. The tape ended in mid-note and I could hear the sharp click as Dave jammed another cartridge into place.
One tiny mind-shattering second later we were hearing Holly's soft, small voice coming from the loudspeakers of the cruiser.
I knew at once what had happened-Ella had thrown her hard rock tapes into the swiftly packed suitcase to bring along for the weekend and the tape of Holly's session under hypnosis had been among them on the nightstand in the bedroom. The sickening knowledge paralyzed me with shock for the space of one slow breath. Then I moved, my nakedness forgotten, meaningless, racing for the door of the cabin. Holly mustn't hear this. Not here. Not like this. Merciful Christ! I slammed open the door and sprang out on deck. It was woefully loud and plain out here.
Holly's eight-year-old little-girl voice: "He's petting my hair now. It feels nice. He isn't nice to me very often."
Dave, numb now with alcohol, had finally realized he wasn't hearing rock music and he pulled the cartridge from the machine before I reached him. Thank god.
And then Holly, coming forward very slowly, her body beautifully and unembarrassedly naked, said softly, "Put it back in, Dave. I want to hear it."