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 "Sloop Daisy Mae" is a work of fiction.  The characters are fictitious; the
situations are fictitious and have not occurred in real life.  "Sloop Daisy
Mae" is the story of an adult male who is seduced by a friends
accquaintence while doing work on the friends boat.

   If you are not 18 years of age or older, please leave now.  If sex
between adult male and underage girls is not your cup of tea, please leave
now.  Otherwise, stay and enjoy the party.  Enjoy, Frenchie

   ASSTR Codes: Sex, Mf*, cons, inc, ped, rom.

   Sloop Daisy Mae By Frenchie

   It was about nine o'clock Saturday morning and Jerry had just arrived at
the Long Beach marina parking lot and parked his van.  He had come to do
some work for his friend, Boyd Slocan, editor of the Long Beach Express. 
Boyd owned a 38 foot sloop named the "Daisy Mae" and needed some electrical
work done on the mast and stern lights.

   He got his toolbox out of the back of the van and made his way to the
boat, which was docked at slip 182.  As he walked along the finger pier he
passed a cute little dark haired girl wearing a white negligee and pink
ballet slippers, playing with a Ken and Barbie doll.  She looked up and
smiled at him as he was passing and asked,

   "Are you going to Mr.  Slocan's boat?"

   He said, "Why, yes.  How did you know?"

   "I know where it is." And, she got up and started down the pier, walking
briskly in front of him.

   She continued, "He got here a little while ago and I figured it out."

   She looked to be about ten years old with an attractive face, shoulder
length brunette hair and, what appeared to be, a nice little body.

   "You're pretty smart." He said, "How old are you?"

   "I'm ten and I've got my grown-up teeth." And she looked at him and
smiled.  When she smiled, she offered Jerry a turn-on; her left eye tooth
was a little forward and to the side of the adjoining teeth, giving her a
most alluring smile.

   Jerry thought she was actually beautiful and said, "You're a very pretty
young lady."

   She blushed.

   "There's Mr.  Olsen's boat; he plays with me sometimes when he comes
down." She said, pointing to a cabin cruiser, "and that's Mr.  Reilly's
sailboat.  He's one of my favorites, too."

   "You must know everybody out here." Jerry quizzed.

   "I know a lot of them," she said, matter-of-factly and she interrupted
herself.  "Oh and here it is." She said, pointing to the white sailboat on
the right.

   He was admiring the long, sleek boat, all white with Mahogany cabin and
deck, as they approached, but was thinking about what the little girl had
said.

   "Thank you, sweetheart.  Err, what's your name?" He asked.

   "Jackie, Jackie Lawrence." She said, with her pretty smile, showing her
protruding tooth.

   "I'm Jerry Watson," he said, putting his toolbox down and extending his
right hand toward the young girl for a proper handshake.

   She, likewise, placed both dolls in her left hand and shook Jerry's
hand. That being done, Jerry picked up his toolbox and climbed aboard the
Daisy Mae, saying,

   "You go back home now before your parents miss you."

   "Bye," she said, and ran off down the pier.

   "Is that you?" A voice from below decks called.

   "Yes, Boyd, it's me."

   Jerry put his toolbox down as Boyd came up the steps.

   "I see you found the place."

   "Yes, a lovely little girl brought me all the way down the pier." Jerry
said.

   "Yes, she is quite pretty," Boyd said, "but a bit annoying at times. 
Her parents go sailing almost every Saturday and the girl can't go with
them because she gets deathly ill from seasickness."

   "There are pills that cure that," Jerry offered.

   "They've tried everything, but nothing works; so she stays home."

   "That's a shame.  She seems to be a pretty smart girl and would enjoy
the adventure of sailing."

   "I guess, she makes her own adventures around here, because a few of the
boat owners let her come aboard their boats and they play with her and that
occupies the time." Boyd told Jerry, and then asked him if he wanted a
beer."

   "She told me about a couple of her friends on the way over." Jerry said,
"Yes, I will have a beer and instructions as to what you want done."

   "Well now, here are the problems." Boyd started telling Jerry what he
wanted him to do and that he had some chores to do himself, so he was going
to leave Jerry and come back around five o'clock and gave him the keys in
case he had to leave to get something.

   Jerry got busy on the mast light first, as that project could take some
time to repair.  Fortunately, the problem as in the wiring in the cabin
electrical box and he wouldn't have to climb the mast.  He decided to relax
and have another beer, when he heard some noise above deck.  He called,

   "Is that you, Boyd?"

   "No, it's me," said a little voice.

   Jerry had almost forgotten about the little girl on the dock with the
funny tooth.  "Is that you, Jackie?" He called, coming up from down below.

   She giggled.  "Yup, it's me." She said with a smile.

   That smile tore Jerry up.  `What a pretty face,' he thought.

   "What cha doin'?" She asked.

   "Oh, I finished one project and I am taking a break and enjoying a beer
before starting the next one."

   "How long is it going to take?" She asked.

   "Oh, I don't know." He said, thinking.  "In might take a little while,
and it might take a long time; it depends on what's wrong."

   "Well, I hope it takes a little while, because I want to play with you."

   "OK, maybe you can help me and I can finish sooner."

   Little Jackie ran over to Jerry and leapt into his arms and kissed him a
like a grown-up.  Jerry was taken aback at the action and grabbed the
little girl around the waist to keep her from falling or loosing his
balance.

   When he broke loose from the kiss, he demanded.  "What was that all
about?"

   He still had his arms under the little girl's butt, holding her body
against his body.

   "You make me happy." She cooed.

   "Well, let's get busy, so I can really make you happy." He said, putting
the little girl on the deck.  She grabbed hold of his hand and followed him
down below.

   The two worked together; Jerry telling Jackie what to do and she doing
it and soon they finished fixing the stern lights.  Jackie was very proud
that she was able to help him and eager to finish completely, so they could
play.  And they finished around one thirty.

   Jackie helped Jerry put his tools away and he got a beer from the fridge
and sat down on the bench in the galley.  Jackie went over and sat next to
him.

   "OK, it's time to play." She said, putting her hand on his leg.

   "Well, I'm not prepared to play right now, because I'm all dirty and
sweaty," Jerry told Jackie, "I want to take a shower and get something to
eat, first."

   "I could take a shower with you and then we could eat." She said,
brightly.

   Jerry's mouth fell open.  "You mean you want to take a shower with me?"

   "That's what Mr.  Olsen and I do, and Mr.  Reilly, too." Jackie informed
Jerry, smiling, showing her tooth that was driving Jerry crazy.

   Jerry's heart was beating four times its normal speed and he was growing
weaker as the moments passed.  She answered his question about Mr.  Olsen
and Mr.  Reilly's being her favorites.  He was hoping it was something like
that, but not as much, and now, there was a bulge growing in his groin
which was getting uncomfortable.

   Jerry looked at his watch and saw that they had time for lunch and a
quickie or no lunch and a longer quickie; the lump in his groin was full
fledged, rock solid and moist.

   Weakly, he said, "Why don't we go shower; then you go home and change
clothes and then we'll decide what to do until five o'clock."

   "Ok," she said, pulling her negligee up over her head, astonishing Jerry
with the speed with which she performed the task and revealing her perfect
little hairless body.

   "Oh, my gawd," Jerry exclaimed, out loud.  And, she ran over to him
jumping onto his lap and kissed him full on the mouth with a French kiss.

   "Mmm..." Jerry mumbled as he grabbed her under her ass and held her
close to his body.  Jerry's head was spinning and his penis ached to be
free to ravage that little preteen hussy.  They kissed and hugged each
other for sometime; all the time, Jerry was aching to be undressed and into
Jackie.  Eventually, Jerry broke the kiss and pushed little Jackie away
from him and put her down.

   "We better jump in the shower, because time is running short." He urged,
taking his shirt off and dropping it onto the floor.

   She sat down and took her ballet slippers off and started to the shower.

   Jerry turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature and then Jackie
climbed in, standing in front of him.  She came up to his waist.  He bent
over and reached down, pulling her against his body and felt her little
mounds of little titties.  She held his hands in hers, helping to guide his
strokes; his pecker began to rise and get stiffer, it poked against her
head; she started to whimper.  She turned around, facing him and slid his
aching member into her little mouth.  Jerry almost came right then.

   "Oh," Jerry moaned as her head bounced back and forth along his seven
inch cock that would soon be embedded in her tight little cunt.  She
stopped and licked the water off of it, but it was soon wet again, so she
had to lick the water off, again.

   Jerry didn't want to cum in her talented little mouth, so he withdrew
his cock from her still gyrating mouth and said, "Let's dry off and head
for the bed.  Ok?"

   She whimpered a weak, "Ok," and they went to the bedroom in the bow of
the boat.

   They hurriedly dried off and went further into the boat where there was
a triangle shaped bed across the bow.  Little Jackie climbed up and lay on
her back, arms outstretched, breathless.  Jerry looked at the young girl,
lying naked before him: her pretty face with framed in long, uncombed,
messy, black hair; her shapely diminutive body with two unpretentious
little swells where her titties would grow; long shapely legs, joined at
their junction in a sweet little triangle of honey.  Oh how sweet she
looked.

   He looked at the beauty before him and wondered how such a young thing
could be so intelligent and knowing, how to please another.  She opened her
eyes and looked up and a smile grew upon her face; Jerry melted.

   He bent down and kissed Jackie, tenderly.  She kissed him back.  They
lay there for a while, kissing and hugging, fondling each other, until he
could take it no more; he was so worked up by the little vixen; his penis
was about to explode, but he thought about pleasing her as she had pleased
him and he made his way along her chest, down her belly, licking and
tickling her all the way down to her pussy.  Once there, he slowly licked
repeatedly around her shapely lips and sucked up her juices, making
sucking, slurping sounds.

   Jackie started breathing hard and soon she started to moan, soft and
low. Jerry was satisfied his little angel was being pleased by his efforts,
so he continued, expanding the area of his ministrations to her growing
clit.  He sucked it, rolled it around with his tongue and ran his stiffened
tongue over it, pushing it back and forth.

   "Eee," she screamed.  "Ow."

   Jerry continued until he knew she was going to have a smashing orgasm.
Her pelvis came up off the bed, pushing against his face, smashing her
pussy into his face as he repeatedly assulted her clit.  She writhed back
and forth, sideways on the bed.  She growled, low, guttural sounds that
grew louder and louder until she went over the top.

   "Awe, owe, woo," she moaned, "aee!" Her breath was ragged, spastic: she
was breathless.

   Jerry also was breathless at the sight of his little angel, lying
beneath him trying to catch her breath.  He climbed up further on the bed,
so that her face was even with his and he kissed her, passionately.  It
took her a moment to respond, she was so weak after her delicious ordeal,
but eventually she responded with renewed vigor and strength, gabbing
Jerry's head and kissing him with opened mouth and a hardened tongue. 
Their tongues searched deeply into the others mouths for some time, until
Jerry decided it was time to dip his wick into her honey pot.

   Her pussy was so wet and shiny that is glowed in the shafts of light
streaming into the boats windows; it was a beautiful sight.  He straddled
her little body, raising it to where his dick matched her pussy and she
raised her left hand to guide it in.  She raised it up and down, collecting
juices from her cunt and his prick and then they both, together manipulated
his swollen missile into her steamy cunt.

   "Oh, gawd," Jerry exclaimed, as his cock penetrated her cunt.  How tight
and delicious; he wanted to savor the moment, so his didn't move; he just
lay there and felt the entire length of is dick inside of her comfortable,
hugging pussy.  He was in heaven.

   Jackie had a different idea in mind, she wanted to fuck, and fuck she
did.  She pulled him into her with abandon that would have seemed to hurt
her terribly.  He pulled back and she pushed forward and they started
fucking, wildly.

   "Do you like it?" She asked, breathlessly.

   "Um huh," Jerry responded, dreamily.

   They were beginning to tire and their rhythm slowed.  Jerry suggested
that Jackie get on top.  They switched places and Jackie took over, setting
the pace.  Jerry took the opportunity to do a little playing with her sweet
little tits, rubbing them up and down, squeezing them and moving them
around and around.  He moved his hands down to her shapely butt and
massaged it up and down and in and out; he rubbed her back and her thighs
and she began breathing hard, again.  He rubbed her butt some more and
tweaked her titties again and she moaned more and her breath became more
ragged and intermittent than before.  Jerry knew he was doing the right
things and soon she would be exhausted on her back, breathless.

   Without saying anything, Jerry initiated a change in position and they
reversed again; she was on the bottom and Jerry was on the top, fucking her
as hard as he could; holding his pelvis against hers, hard and holding it a
while, then releasing and fucking her some more.  Then he would stop, hold
it in a long moment, then start fucking madly again.  Jackie was going
crazy; she was breathing erratically; growling and moaning loudly as he
thrust his rock hard penis in and out of her ravaged pussy.  He felt she
was soon to reach for a climax and he was ready to hold it back.  Finally,
that moment came and he withdrew his cock, completely.  She immediately
reached down to grab it and insert it again, but she was too late; the
moment had passed and he began thrusting in and out again.

   "I think I have to pee," she said, giving Jerry a little shove.

   They broke apart and she went to the bathroom.  When she returned, they
kissed for a few moments and resumed their efforts to realize simultaneous
orgasms.  They went back to the same positions so that Jerry could control
the moment.

   "Oye," she soon said, writhing on the bed.

   Jerry fucked her with steady thrusts and she met his movements with
opposite movements and they both started breathing deeply and erratically.
Jerry felt as if he would explode if he didn't shoot his load, soon and he
could tell Jackie was ripe to have an orgasm, so he paced slower and slower
until she was ready to go over and when the moment came, he shoved it in
deep and hard.  She squealed.  He pulled out fast and pushed back in hard
and fast and she squealed again, then, because of the intensity of the pain
of the orgasm, he drove his pelvis into hers, driving his cock farther into
her pussy and he held it while the contractions pulsed and tingled; less
and less until they ceased.  They were both breathless as they rolled
apart. They lay in each others arms.

   Jackie reached over and kissed Jerry, tenderly and caressed him.  She
broke the kiss, saying,

   "I love you."

   Jerry answered her, "I love you too, sweetheart." And he traced the
outline of her lips and looked deeply into her eyes.

   "I wish you could come live with me." Jerry said, quietly.

   A sparkle came to Jackie's eyes and she said, "I'd like that.  You fuck
better that anybody."

   "Anybody home;" came a question from the stern of the boat.

   "Oh my gawd," Jerry said as he got up to get his clothes.

   Jackie's negligee was just inside below at the bottom of the steps, so
she stayed in the bed and covered up.

   "I'll go up and see who it is.  You wait here."

   Pulling his pants up, leaving his shoes behind, he went up to see who
was calling.

   "Ah, you're still here." Boyd said.  "Have you gotten everything done?"

   "Yes," Jerry answered.  "How did you make out?"

   "Oh, I got everything taken care of," he said, sitting down on the
gunnel.

   "I took a shower after I finished and I was lying down." Jerry offered,
because he was barefooted.

   "So, does everything work ok?"

   "Yep, good as new," Jerry said, and went down below and flipped the
switches that illuminated the lights.

   "Splendid," Boyd said.

   Jerry turned the switches off and quickly took Jackie her negligee and
came up on deck.

   "Did Jackie come back after I left?" Boyd asked.

   "Yes," he said, "I think she's napping."

   Boyd smiled and asked, "Did you screw her?"

   Jerry thought for a moment and asked, "Did you?"

   "Oh, yes we all have." Boyd replied.

   "You mean all of you guys have screwed her?"

   "Most of us at one time or another," Boyd said, "and she's quite good,
too."

   "I'll say," Jerry remarked, smiling.

   "You don't say." Boyd said.

   "Yeah, we were just finishing when you came on board."

   "I wonder if she's up to going a round with me," Boyd mused.



   Laissez les bon temps roulez

   Let the good times roll

   Frenchie

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