Ron Smith - Marina girls

The lissome brunette peered through the darkness. A green glow showed briefly under the boat, but winked out quickly. Realizing it was too dark to see anything so many yards away, Peggy went below to lie in her bunk.

Peggy touched her cuntal zone through the tight shorts she'd put on that afternoon. The now-familiar warmth was there, fanned by the pictures in her mind. She unsnapped the waist of the wheat-colored cutoffs and slid them down her smoothly tapered thighs.

The pants fell to the floor. Peggy put her thumbs in the elastic band of her sky-blue cotton panties, and slowly rolled them down, exposing the warm curve of her eager pussy. The lips of her virginal crevice were pink, beginning to swell with anticipation.

Two bumps the size of lima beans poked beyond the firm swellings of Peggy's titties. Even in the dimly lit cabin, the dark circles of Peggy's aureoles showed under the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Peggy rocked and twisted her shoulders from side to side. She relished the feathery thrill of worn cotton against the swollen nipple-buds.

Peggy lay lasciviously on her narrow, short ship's bunk. She slid her heels up along the sheet, opening her knees. The girl's hips were beginning to show the voluptuous curvature of womanly breadth. Her labia shaded like an opening rose, from pale pink at the edges to near-crimson in the slippery valley between. The inner petals deepened as she imagined Tom's prick in her hands.

Peggy rolled her hips, offering the tender mouth of her cunny to her imaginary lover. She caressed her still-clothed bosom. The nipples throbbed with pulsations of stiff feeling.

Peggy closed her eyes and thought of the hard, hot feeling of the first cock she'd ever touched, "Tom, please let me kiss it, she breathed. The nubile child opened her pink lips in a sensual circle. Her tongue beckoned invitingly, with lubricious curling motions..

"I want to suck your cock, Tom," Peggy whispered, "it must taste wonderful! Please let me lick that lovely red knob and put your balls in my mouth."

The slender brunette, naked from the waist down, moved her hands to her loins. "I want you here! I want you to look at my pussy." Peggy spread the hot pink lips with her fingertips. "See how hot my cunny gets? I want you to touch it again, but now I made it naked for you. See how wet I'm getting right here?" and she spread the guarding flesh at the mouth of her vagina.

"Oh, I wish you were here with me! I wish you were really here!" Peggy whined in frustration. Her round dark eyes opened. The beautiful, horny child sat up. "Darn it! Here I am all alone, nobody to walk in, and Tom's working! By the time he gets away from the bar, Mom and Dad will be back! Ohh… damn!"

"All right then," Peggy told herself. "I'll just have to find someway by myself. But…" She looked around her little cabin. Peggy drew the porthole curtains more snugly over the glass.

Peggy felt deliciously naughty. "If I were a pirate…" she said, picturing a dozen naked men bound before her, erections jutting proudly. "I could capture enough of them so they'd always be hard, instead of getting limp like Tom's."

Knowing she would see no one in the passageway, she leaned out of her cramped cabin. Peggy looked both ways, checking the curtains before tiptoeing out of the little room. The white cotton tee-shirt flapped, covering only half of her buttocks' crease and none of her pussy.

The sexy young girl checked each porthole, making sure they were covered. She turned on every light in the boat, then pulled the flimsy shirt over her head.

Peggy's long, heavy brown hair cascaded down her back when the collar popped over her head. She walked back to toss the shirt into her cabin then turned and looked toward the salon of the ketch.

Peggy stood with her feet apart, surveying her nudist's domain. The pinkness of her cuntal crease blazed in the Yellow light of the bulbs. The brunette's little fists were on her hips, her arms akimbo. The main compartment was paneled in white oak, with accents of rosewood. Hard corners and gentle curves defined the space the naked girl ruled.

Peggy stood as regally as an Amazon, but her eyes had the playful light of juvenile discovery. The multiple shadows from the small lamps outlined the soft rounds of her titties. Each out thrust nipple's top glowed in the soft light. Three lines of darkness radiated beneath the eraser-sized buds. Her hipbones poked out, putting a gentle, dual inward curve at the base of her flat belly.

She looked around. The naked child's brown eyes gleamed like the oily dark wood of the fittings behind and beside her. Peggy knew there had to be something aboard that would temporarily quiet the aching need in her crotch.

Peggy's long, long legs and high-arched feet carried her around the salon. Despite her willowy slimness, Peggy moved like a stalking tigress, opening doors and hatches.

"There's got to be something in here," she muttered. She bent and turned, and the muscles of her ass flexed and rippled with each move. "'What the in world can I use?" She bent and the olive skin of her girlish buttocks stretched. The tight pucker of her asshole showed in the cleft, just above the reddened pout of little Peggy's cuntal nesh. "Maybe Mom and Dad have something."

Peggy stalked into the master stateroom. It was near the center of the boat, thus much larger than her own tight quarters. The bed was full size, though half of it jutted under the deck above, leaving very little room to roll over. Peggy felt the slick cuntal juices flowing in her pussy. She wanted very badly to feel the desperate release of her orgasm.

Peggy rattled through jars of lotions and creams in the built-in compartments of the stateroom. The wetness of Tom's kiss on her nipple had told her how sensitive titties could be.

Peggy found a squeeze bottle of baby oil. She picked it up, and caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her knees. The bright pink of her gash surprised her. The little triangle of her inner cuntlips had swelled with her clit, poking a meaty-looking bit of flesh through the top of her slit. She touched the red fold and a little raindrop of pussyjuice leaked out of her hole.

"Mmm… I like that," Peggy said aloud. "That's so sensitive and so nice to touch. It's almost the nicest part of my pussy!" The little girl grabbed a scrap of ribbon from her mother's dressing table and tied her opulent hair back.

Her breasts were going to grow very large, Peggy thought. The mounds were over three inches from top to bottom, even though they hadn't begun to jut out as fiercely as her mother's tits. The lovely young girl watched the firm stretching of the mounds when she raised her arms above her head.

With her hair pulled back, Peggy's throat was a tanned pillar. The lines of cords and muscles rose cleanly from her collarbones. The bow shaped clavicles were delicate as birds' wings. Peggy's skin stretched smoothly from her neck into the high, proud line of her triangular jaw. Her thin lips were redly parted over the blazing white tiles of her even teeth. The girl turned her head from side to side, wondering if her mouth wasn't a little too sensuously wide.

Peggy flared her nostrils, capturing the warm, sweet scent as she uncapped the bottle of oil. She poured a spoonful into her cupped palm. The horny child put the first bit on her shoulder and rubbed it down over her breast.

"Oh, 'yes! I think this might really do it," Peggy sighed. The warm slickness alerted every pleasure nerve in her soft skin. Thin fingers' of lewd heat trailed along under her skin. Peggy's brown nipple twitched its rim into tight wrinkles. The very tip was like a sun warmed pebble, polished by trickles of spring water.

The oil glistened on Peggy's titty. The lights of the master cabin gathered on' the soft, firm surface of her breast. Fireflies danced on the round gland when Peggy caressed it.