Ron Smith - Marina girls

Tom was pleasantly shocked at the avid sucking Peggy gave his cock. Her fingers on his ass made the cum-muscles tense, despite his need to enjoy as lengthy a blow job as possible. He didn't allow himself to imagine how sexy the beautiful little girl's face looked, stretched around his root. Even a hint of that picture in his mind made his balls simmer as if he were about to blast boiling jolts of seed down her throat.

Tom knew he was getting too far ahead of his twelve-year-old partner. Peggy's hips rolled slowly, sensuously, but he was beginning to fuck strong and hard into her beautiful face. His cockhead battered at the roof of her mouth and the gagging tightness of her throat. Tom tried to concentrate on the luscious taste of the vaginal dew he tickled out of Peggy's private channel, but that didn't stow the ball-wrecking heat in his crotch.

Tom tried to force his asscheeks to relax. The tightness just in front of his rectum slacked, but not enough. He pulled his tongue out of the delicious, sleekly wet hole and surveyed the bald beauty of Peggy's perfectly formed pussy.

Her little clit-guarding triangle poked up, and Tom zeroed in on it. He licked upward from her asscleft. The valley between the tiny strips of her inner cuntlips was smooth, so slippery that his tongue felt like sandpaper. Tom wanted to tease her, bring her up to the same fine edge of pre-orgasmic tension he teetered on.

He licked back down toward her hole. Peggy's moist slit responded, the inner labia fluttering around his tongue. The flat of Tom's tongue spread her little crease, pushing the fluttering, blood-swollen petal outward. Each tastebud left a temporary groove in the damp valley. The skin was soft and smooth, as tasty as a rose petal.

Tom's tongue speared out like a miniature cock. The underside of the tiny tool touched the fluttery gates of Peggy's female grotto, then slithered back up toward the pouting triangle of softness that hid her love-button.

Tom pushed the puffy little flap back with his lower lip, exposing the tiny jewel of her clit-tip. The underside of his tongue caressed the sensitive girlie-cock.

Peggy stiffened. Every muscle in her body went tense with the electric thrilling of the wet touch on her clit. Even her sucking lips and flashing tongue jerked to a stop for one short heartbeat. "Mmm-hmm," she buzzed.

Tom felt her instant response. Every sexual detail of this insanely beautiful girl was powerful, stronger than anything he'd yet known. The muscles of her firm buttocks spasmed first, but she stiffened all over. Like ripples around a pond-tossed rock, the tight readiness covered Peggy's whole body.

Tom probed into the labial circle. The little stiffness of Peggy's clit rotated around his tongue tip. Waves of delight seemed to radiate through the lovely child's whole horny body. Peggy whimpered on Tom's cock. The lush sensations in her pussy were driving her out of her mind. She ground her pubic arch against his chin, lusting for more sensual pressure on her tiny jewel.

Peggy forced her mouth to inhale more of Tom's powerful cock. Her fingernails penetrated the skin of his buttock, and small crimson drops gathered. She gobbled and sucked as hard as she could, wanting to tell her cuntlicking lover to utterly destroy her clit with his tongue.

Tom felt Peggy's urgent need. He jammed that hot knob of his prick against the back of her throat. He felt the fiery pain of her fingernails gouging his ass, and the cum-spurting muscle of his crotch tensed.

Tom peeled the labia away from her clit with his fast-flicking tongue. He let the inch of female stiffness stand in the space between his lips, then he sucked Peggy's cumbutton in.

Tom milked the hot flesh around her clit with his lips. A little shield of soft, wet skin rose around the feminine pencil, and he penetrated the fold with his tongue. He flickered back and forth across the tip, then rolled the minuscule organ around in swift circles.

The little yellow boat bobbed furiously under the wide dock. Peggy was oblivious to the streamers of sunlight through the planks. She ignored the knock-knock-knock of her knee against the wood and the furious splashing the raft made.

Peggy curled her back. She forced her eager snatch against him, wanting Tom's lightning tongue to burn her cut with stiff flickers. Her violent hip-thrusts marched the harsh jabs of Tom's steely cock. A knot of cunty tension wound tighter in her belly. She felt the tip of Tom's nose prodding the portals of her most intimate opening.

Tom sucked mightily at the wet heat of Peggy's loins. The smooth nakedness of the twelve-year-old girl's labia had turned inside out, filling his mouth with her taste and smell. The pearly knob numbed his fast-moving tongue. He milked her flesh with his lips. I'm headfucking her! This little girl wants my whole skull in her pussy! he thought, and the realization jolted his balls.

Tom pumped slower. His cock gained power in Peggy's wide-open mouth. He became aware of the heavy swaying of his tight-curled scrotum. His cuntal sucks pulled the soft heat of her labia further into his mouth. The nubbin of her clit pulsed against his tongue.

Peggy's belly contracted. The knot of tight sensation in the exact center of her belly shrunk. She dug her sharp fingernails hard into Tom's ass. The girlish fist around his cockshaft tightened. Her red lips extended, lewdly milking at his granite prick.

Every pounding heartbeat brought Peggy closer to her exploding release. Her brown eyes opened wide. Every cell of the little girl's brain wanted the sensation to last. It gained strength, and Peggy wanted the entire world to disappear when she went off. Half-formed prayers winked out of existence in her head.

Tom held off. He almost smothered on the hairless swamp of Peggy's loins. An icy chill started in his asshole and bloomed along his, prick. His falsetto grunts were lost in the juicy meat of Peggy's crotch. He stroked longer, much slower, in and out of her hard-sucking mouth.

Peggy lost the boat, the dock, the water. She didn't know where she was, and she exploded. Her pussy opened and shut. Her entire pelvis stretched wide with the volcanic bloom of her orgasm.

Tom shot torrid gushes of semen into her mouth. Peggy swallowed the viscous fluid, her head bobbing with the furious power of her own cum. The maddening sensations in her belly absorbed her brain, and her will disappeared in the searing cuntal rhythms of her release.

Tom gasped for breath. His head rolled back from Peggy's grinding pubes. His hands still held her buttocks like two steel hooks. He thrust deep in her mouth, feeling his seed bathe her palate. Her gulping throat touched the tip nerves of his cockhead. Even the soft damp tissues of her mouth scraped his cum slit like a sword's edge, and he pulled his cock out in one convulsive jerk. Peggy still clasped the rampant pole in her little fist. She gasped for air, her body jerking steadily to the encompassing beat of her orgasm. A thick wad of Tom's semen spattered against her cheekbone. With all her senses wrapped up in the lascivious ecstasy in the life raft, she heard the "plop" like a gong inside her head.

Tom watched Peggy's cuntal sphincter open and then spasm shut as her hips rolled. Her orgasm diminished slowly. It lasted far beyond his own stiff shooting. The entire mound of Peggy's pussy was wet with his saliva and her own thick juices. Even the insides of her thighs gleamed in the dimness under the dock.

Peggy delighted in the hot splashes of seed that struck her face. The salty jism flowed thickly, one long strand over the bridge of her fine-molded nose, another smearing along her throat. As her orgasm tapered off, she smeared the creamy fluid over her face and into her mouth.

It made her lips pucker, but Peggy loved the heavy, virile taste of Tom's stuff. She felt one thick gob in the hair at the side of her forehead, and the slow slide of another stream beneath her ear. She kissed the stem of Tom's still-hard penis and laid her head on his thigh.