Ron Smith - Marina girls

Peggy looked at the long lump in front of her. The tab of Tom's zipper stood straight out in his fly. The cloth had been strained so much by his hard-on that it looked ready to give up. She touched the virile swelling. The hardness brought back her sensations of the day before, when she'd stroked the hot member until Tom's cockspew jetted through the air.

Peggy pulled the snap of his waistband. With both hands, carefully, she opened his fly. I'm salivating! I'm actually drooling for his cock! she thought in amazement.

Tom's prick was poking stiffly at her. Peggy looked at it, folding back the fabric of his Bermudas. She traced every red-and-blue vein with her eyes before she touched the iron-hard bar. I never saw anything so beautiful! The end flares, like it's supposed to go up inside me and pull every nerve out of my pussy! I bet that big hunk of muscle could turn me inside out!

Peggy pursed her lips and blew at it. She pushed a tiny jet of breeze along the center of the shaft, then dried the wings of the knob with her breath.

"Peggy! That's fantastic! Just touch me a little and breathe on me like that," Tom hissed. He began to roll her panties down.

Peggy's pussy didn't have the bush of wiry hair that Tom had come to expect. Every cunt he'd seen since he was a boy- had been covered with coarse curls, and it was a pleasant surprise to see the clean, hot nakedness of Peggy's snatch.

Peggy raised her hips and the boat flexed under them. Tom got her panties all the way off, and he spread the hot pout of her pussylips with his thumbs. She moaned and grabbed his prickstem in her little fist. Tom was more interested in her damp cuntal folds than the squeezing of his crotch, though.

The pink moistness of Peggy's inner labia covered her clitoris like a monk's hood. Her unruptured cherry held the lower part of her pubes together, and the labia formed a little canoe around Peggy's clitoral ridge. Her inner pussylips were straight, puffed with excitement. The tender strips gleamed pink when a shaft of sunlight picked them out, slicing between the boards above.

Tom opened Peggy's vulva further. All the inner valley was softly mist, slick between the guarding lips of her pussy. When he moved his thumbs, the spot paled for a second, then blushed deeper red. At the base of the cuntal wedge the slit deepened, winking open like a tiny eye at a touch along the side. Creamy fluid showed when the delicate hole opened. The sphincter was quick and strong. Tom touched next to it over and over, watching Peggy's vagina open, then squeeze out a milky drop of feminine juice.

Peggy was panting, closing her eyes at Tom's feathery touches. She didn't know exactly what he was doing in her pussy. She did know that he could keep on doing it for hours, and she'd love every second of it.

When the fingers in her pussy paused, Peggy let a long, ragged breath flow from deep in her chest. She opened her large brown eyes and examined the pre-cum ooze at the tip of his cock. Peggy remembered seeing it the day before, and she touched the tip of one finger to it. She gently scraped it off with her fingernail and put it in her mouth.

Peggy loved the salty taste. It was 'Strong, a little pissy, but the tiny drop of fluid opened up new taste buds in her mouth. Her lips puckered and Peggy wondered how the rest of Tom's virile cream would taste.

Peggy's long brown hair rippled over Tom's thigh. She rested her head on his hairy leg and pulled the shaft of his prick toward her face. The long red tip of Peggy's tongue extended like a fleshy dagger and traced the blue line of Tom's prick tube. Up from mid-root to the cleft of the cockhead, Peggy lovingly bathed the indented strip.

Tom felt a horny chill grab his crotch. The warm tongue-tip left a trail of cooling spit along his erect saber. He would have closed his eyes, but the pink loveliness of Peggy's cuntal zone fascinated him, He forced his own tongue between the swell of one cuntlip and the soft smoothness of Peggy's slim thigh. Down the "Y" of the intersection, along the inner thigh, and up the other side, Tom's nimble tongue circled the virgin crevice. The little orchid of her vagina winked and beckoned while he tantalized the naked, hairless flesh around it.

Peggy was ready to die from sheer lust. The flickering snake of Tom's tongue froze her girlish loins. Each touch of the pink member made her hope for a complete lick at her clit or her tight pussy hole. She wanted to force her cuntal flesh against his face, but she held herself so tightly still that her hips shook. When is he going to put that tongue inside me? Please fill my hole with it, PLEASE!

Peggy couldn't wait. In one quick movement she captured the spongy red mass of Tom's cockhead. The warmth and the meaty taste surprised her. Salty from his sweat, of course, but with a thick richness like the bloody juice of a rare steak. She hummed with pleasure and let her tongue explore the barb-winged knob.

It seems so much bigger in my mouth! I can feel every pore, and it swells up when I suck it! Peggy was amazed. When she'd jacked Tom off the day before, it had been enough that his cock was stiff, but now she discovered more about the organ.

Peggy rolled her head around. She wanted every part of her mouth to caress the heartshaped glands. Her lips closed around the stem and she sucked it deeper.

Peggy's long, velvety black lashes fluttered over her half-closed eyes. Her cheeks stretched hollow and her lips were a wide pink oval. The size of the ridge on the belly-side of Tom's thick cock delighted her. She reamed the circumsized valley with her tongue, marveling at the contrast in skin textures.

The end is so soft and velvety, but right here under the edge, it's slick! I wish I'd licked him yesterday-sucking his cock really gets my pussy hot. My whole head feels like a second pussy! I love it!

Peggy circled his cockshaft with one hand and pulled the loose skin up and down. Tom's prick head pressed the roof of the pretty girl's mouth and withdrew. He began pistoning in and out other hot, wet mouth when her little fingers caressed the cheek of his ass. Her free hand urged him on, stroking the buttock lightly, then digging in like a claw.

Tom inserted his tongue between Peggy's juicy pink cuntlips. The soft flesh yielded to the slippery invading organ. Tom felt the tiny sphincter open for his tongue, then spasm shut around it. Peggy's knee touched the underside of the dock planks when she opened fully for his lascivious licking.

Tom probed at her pleasure zone. His nose touched the puckered dot of Peggy's rectum when he forced his face against her crotch. He opened his mouth wide on the hairless flesh of the young girl's cunt and poked his tongue deep.

The tip went in past the rubbery membrane. Her cherry circled his tongue, and if Tom pulled her pussy to him, he could flex the tip of his tongue inside the folds of her cuntal channel.

Tom slid one arm between Peggy's thigh and the flexing rubber of the raft's hull. The other hand locked onto her firm, smooth buttock, and he crammed her pussy at his face. His wide-open lips slid wetly on the soft, hot skin of her cunny. He probed deep in her satiny hole with his tongue. His upper teeth sank fanglike in the firm undercurves of her asscheeks.

Peggy opened her crotch as far as she could. The raft let her trapped knee press down, below the level of the water, and the splintery boards of the dock touched lightly on her skin when she bucked with.the uncontrollable ecstasy that flamed in her snatch.

Peggy wolfed at Tom's plunging cock. She matched his tight, rhythmic strokes with sucking lashes of her tongue. Each time the thick, virile wand jabbed in and out, she milked at it with her reddening, spit-slimy lips. The flat side of his swollen knob pressed the back of her tongue down, then swelled even further when she pulled mightily at the rigid mass.