Ron Smith - Marina girls

The vee-taper of Peggy's labia pointed the way to the gushing center of her pussy. Tom's fingers kneaded the yielding point of her cunt, and his palm worked the flesh-covered ridge of her clit.

Peggy ground her cunt against his hand. Lances of feeling flashed from her pussy to her nipples, her mouth, her brain. She was desperate, feeling the burst of her cum just beyond. Tom's hand was slowing, moving irregularly, jabbing into her softness when it moved at all.

Sensations grew inside her belly. Her nerves piled up an overload. The little brunette felt her nerves stretching like platinum wires. Just a little more of that hand would send her off!

Peggy clutched at Tom's ball-weighted sac. She jerked her clenched fist around the flaming steel of his swollen cock. Her asscheeks quivered like jellyfish with each hunching jerk against Tom's hand.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," Tom moaned. "That's gonna do it, Peggy," he chanted as their hands wrestled with each other's lusty flesh.

Peggy pulled Tom's cockskin up and toward her. She forced her cunny against his hand. He pushed and squeezed at her molten wedge. The couple rose together, piling sensations on each other in perfect harmony. She mashed his balls against the base of his prick, and he mashed her cuntal flesh into itself. Peggy pulled mercilessly at Tom's cockshaft and watched it constantly.

Up and up, harder and harder the couple strained. Tom burrowed against her titties. Peggy forced her loins against his hand. Peggy felt his prick tense. His strong hand pressed hard against her crotch. Tom cupped her vulva with a motionless force. Peggy pulled desperately at his cockflesh, and a thick wad of semen blasted out the end of the knob.

Peggy went off. Her knees sagged. She was flying like the gobbet of seed, end over end. Colors flooded the corners of her vision. Another swelling of the glands, and the jerking pulse of Tom's root spewed more of the stringy whiteness to the ceiling.

The waves of Peggy's cum matched the spraying flight of the masses of seed. Peggy urged each wad out, milking Tom's cock with all her remaining strength. Her crotch pushed uncontrollably against Tom's hand.

Jet after jet of milky seed burst from Tom's glands. Peggy watched the stuff, fascinated by the exact matching of their spasms. Her own orgasm had paralyzed her. The twelve-year-old was locked in a limp daze of fulfillment. Thick juices flowed over her hand, and she let go or" Tom's balls.

"Ohmigod, Peggy! I never even thought I could actually touch you, and now look! You really surprised me," Tom breathed. "You did that awfully well- and you really went off yourself, didn't you?"

"I'm glad you touched me," the little brunette answered. "I went off so good! I never got so hot on my own hand, Tom."

Tom kissed the pretty child. "I'm glad you liked it, Peggy. I loved it!" He reached for a towel and wiped the cum from his belly. The cabin was full of the smell of their sweat.

Peggy rested her soft hand on Tom's willing cock. "I didn't think that stuff would shoot so hard! It's neat." She climbed onto the narrow bunk. The twelve-year-old tossed the limber weight of his softening prick. "How soon will it get hard again?"

"Hey, Peggy! Just a second." Tom Sanders grinned and hugged her. The naked little mounds of Peggy's titties pressed against his tanned chest. "Wouldn't you like just a little bit of rest?"

"Oh, all right, I'll rest-but you better put some pants on or I'll keep on playing with this!"

"That's why girls your age are illegal," Tom smiled. "You don't know when to stop!"

Suddenly the little brunette heard a familiar voice. "Peggy, where are you? Peggy?" It was her father, and he was up on the dock!

Tom dragged on a sweater and pants. Peggy covered her pink-brown nipples with the orange triangles of her bikini bra. Both arms flying, Tom opened the Sea Nymph's forward hatch and opened the chart table. "Peggy! It's lunchtime, baby," Ed Gibson called. His voice rose a tone.

"Daddy? I'm over here," Peggy called, standing up through the hatch. "Tom is showing me his navigating stuff."

Ed walked over to the boat where his daughter stood. His grey eyebrows knitted in parental concern. "I've been looking all over for you, Peggy. You should have told your mother or me when you got back."

Tom Sanders popped out of the cabin behind Peggy. "Mr. Gibson? Your daughter came by and I invited her aboard. I hope you don't mind." The tanned bartender put on his most winning smile. "Yacht clubs are pretty safe places, with the gates locked and all." Tom swept his arm toward the sloop's cabin in invitation. "Would you like to come aboard, sir?"

"Well… maybe a little later. Peggy's mother is keeping her lunch hot right now." Ed Gibson unknitted his forehead and gave a slight smile. "I hope she wasn't bothering you."

"Not at all, really. There aren't an awful lot of people to talk with in the middle of the week here, you know. At least Peggy asks questions I can answer." Tom smiled as Ed helped Peggy onto the dock. "Feel free to come back, either of you."

"I will, Tom," the long-legged twelve-year-old replied. Ed smiled and nodded, leading his daughter back toward the borrowed ketch where Ruth waited.

Peggy expected a lecture from her dad on the way, but he surprised her. Ed talked excitedly about the beauty of the bay and the family's planned cruise to the Channel Islands. "You're going to remember this vacation the rest of your life, Peggy," he said.

Especially if I can get some more of that nice hard cock of Tom's, Peggy told herself.

The long summer twilight faded toward night as Ed and Ruth prepared to go out. "You're sure you'll be all right here alone?" Peggy's mother asked. "You won't be bored?"

"I'll be okay, Mom. I'm awful tired-I'll just make a snack and go to bed." Peggy looked her parents over. Her mother was stunning in a long, slinky dress, and her immaculate makeup accented her dark, exotic beauty. She looked young enough to be Ed's daughter. "You guys look fantastic! I hope you have a super good time tonight." The willowy little brunette went on tiptoe to kiss her parents goodbye.

"Oh, we'll have a good time, baby," Ed grinned. Smiling in his dark suit, he looked like a tycoon, rather than the carpenter he was. "I saved long enough for this that we'd better have a hell of a time!" He gave Peggy a paternal hug, and warned, "Don't let anybody aboard, honey, and don't wait up for us."

Peggy nodded. Her long hair glistened in the cabin lights. Ruth touched her daughter's shoulder and winked, and both parents left.

It was full dark. The moon hadn't risen. Peggy took her sandwich up on deck and thought about her day. She felt her ears reddening when she recalled being knocked out of the boat. Right out in the middle of the channel! My pussy must have been bright red from fingering! I still hope nobody saw me, she thought.

Remembering her rescuer and the hot, hat d feel of his cock.made Peggy's hairless cunny simmer. She stood atop the ketch's cabin, straining for a look at Tom's boat. If there are any lights on, maybe I'll go over there.

Peggy saw the boat, but nobody was aboard. Realizing Tom would be at work didn't stop the juicy heat in her crotch. She scanned the jumble of boats, noticing that the Greens were gone, as well.

A white blot in the channel caught her eye. Peggy wondered if it were Bill Green's runabout, since the little motorboat was missing from the slip.

Pretty, lithe Peggy felt a blowtorch of lust flame in her belly. Neither Sherry's incest nor her Lesbian passions seemed right to the twelve-year-old, but the acts she'd watched excited her. I bet all three of them are doing something out there in that boat. Thai; must be why they aren't showing a light, like they're supposed to. That Janet Green looks so soft – maybe Bill and his sister are licking all over her, her pussy and everything!