Ron Smith - Marina girls

Bill felt the loosening in Peggy's muscles. He flicked his tongue rapidly on the opening rosebud of Peggy's pink asshole. The new, relaxed presentation of her fuck zones meant that the girl had given up. She would no longer resist his tongue.

Bill Green took his mouth off of Peggy's firm buttocks and smiled. He milked his dick briefly. The little girl looked sexy, with her bound ankles, bent over the canvas sail bags. The wide stretched cleavage of her ass pointed out the tight crinkled muscle of her rectum and continued in a straight line through the little hillock of her labia. Her knees were spread a little for balance, and the tight cuntal crevice disappeared under Peggy's rope-scratched belly.

The brawny man bent down again. He sucked heartily at the child's asshole, stimulating the sensitive ring with circling licks. Bill kept squeezing his cock with one hand, wanting all the stiff power he could muster.

Peggy felt a strange sensation. The pink softness of her rectum was responding to Bill's tongue. Her anal crevice was coming to life, acting without her consent. The brunette was surprised, but she started to enjoy the feeling.

Until then, Peggy had only acknowledged her anal sphincter as a waste disposer, the final link in her guts. The only pleasure that had come to her from the little muscle had been relief. The slow loosing without internal pressure was novel, and the sensation almost made her forget that she was bound and gagged.

Bill inserted the tip of his tongue. The soft, hot meat of Peggy's colon was smooth. Past the muscular trap of her sphincter, the flesh was stretchier than her pussy-channel.

The meaty wedge of Bill's tongue pressed slowly further in Peggy, resigned to his indignities, pushed the puckered ring open further. The tip of Bill's tongue curved, exploring the yielding sides of Peggy's back alley. He turned his head from one side to the other, and Peggy gasped.

Bill's pointed tongue was oval, much fatter and stronger over its width than through its height. When his head rolled around behind Peggy, the spit-slimed muscles reamed her asshole. The new nerves flashed sensations to Peggy's brain. She forced her asshole back onto his tongue as hard as a trussed-up hostage could.

Bill slobbered on the slender girl's backside. He wanted her ass to be good and juicy for the next step. She was already fluttering her asshole around his tongue. Peggy had surrendered to the novel pleasures of asssucking. The tart, slightly acrid taste inside her rectum meant that Peggy's asshole had begun to secrete the mysterious lubrication that would help his thick cock during the painful entry.

Bill stood and brushed the grit from his kneecaps. He prick curved upward like a samurai's sword, at the ready. He ducked his curly-haired head to clear the top rim of the hatch. Peggy was beginning to tense up again, he noticed.

Peggy grunted into her gag when Bill's finger slid into her spit-greased rosebud. She hadn't known what the chunky man was going to do to her, and the waiting after he rimmed her had allowed her to worry again.

"There you go, chicky," Bill said. His teeth gleamed in a savage grin. "That's not so bad, is it? I think you're beginning to dig it, Peggy." His finger searched further up the clammy tightness of Peggy's anal chute. He probed gently, and the twelve-year-old relaxed. "You see, honey? Nothing at all to worry about."

Peggy closed her eyes. She had already memorized the planks of the hull and the exact angle of the bow. It was as if Bill was fingering someone else. Peggy was removed from all that, even when his other fingers forked around her, labia.

Bill kneaded the base of Peggy's pussy. The fleshy folds of her labia were sweaty in the close air of the forepeak. He coaxed a little juice from her vagina with his easy stroking. His middle finger slid up and down slowly, convincing her rectum to relax.

Bill thought she was finally ready. His finger had moved more and more easily through the loosening gate of her asshole. The secret juices had coated her walls. Thicker than his spit, Bill felt the mysterious dew greasing his finger.

Bill leaned over Peggy, one hand propping him up. His weight sank a little in the mildewed sail bags. Naked, his hairy body gleamed with the sweat of his concentration. He pulled his finger out of Peggy's asshole.

Peggy opened her eyes. The pleasant, erotic feeling of the anal stimulation had stopped. She felt Bill's weight pressing the sail bag down. She saw his hairy forearm from the corner of her eye. The little girl waited passively. Nothing could bother her like the initial assault on her rectum had. Peggy knew she couldn't be any more defiled.

Peggy was wrong. She started to realize it when a hot, wide hardness pressed at her anus. Bill's fingers spread her cheeks even further.

The chunky, dark-tanned man grimaced. Peggy's asshole had slammed shut at the first touch of his cockhead. He bent his knees, seeking the perfect upward angle to force the sphincter open. Bill brought his other hand up to Peggy's ass.

He spread her butt open with his thumbs. The ends of his fingers dug in next to the clenched muscle. Peggy's whole frame shook. She had closed her rectum so tight that his rock-hard prick bent. Tears flowed from her eyes.

Bill pulled his cock back. He spit in his palm and smeared the flaring head of the powerful tool with saliva. He grabbed a hank of Peggy's hair. Her head bent back as he snarled, "Make it easy on yourself, kid. Push it out-don't fight me."

Peggy tried to nod. She was terrified. The pain of his cock prodding savagely against her rectum was a lancing fire in her guts.

"Once more into the breech," Bill muttered. He gave his virile spear a shake. He released the hank of hair, and Peggy's head rolled loosely on the musty canvas. Bill' tried again to mount Peggy's ass.

Peggy worked her sphincter as if she were shitting, trying to cooperate. Her pink inner flesh showed, and she felt the broad head of Bill's cock nestling into the orifice. She arched her back, Peggy hoped that she could ease the rude stretching by shifting the tiny target.

Bill corkscrewed in. The head of his prick forced the hole open. Fraction by fraction, his cock gained ground in Peggy's ass. He rolled around and around. His fingers stroked Peggy's cuntal zone, and the excitement there made her rectum slacken. A little at a time, the rigid meat slipped into Peggy's back passage.

Peggy hurt. She thought she would split wide open. Even though only the head of Bill's cock had entered, her guts felt full. The new, pleasant feelings still radiated from her bottom, but the stretching pain all but overruled them.

Bill knew he had won when the girl's asshole had yielded to his cockhead. He pushed in a fraction further, then moved back. Peggy's sphincter was incredibly tight. The indentation behind Bill's glands let the clenching ring contract, easing Peggy's discomfort.

The pain gradually disappeared as the thick cock in Peggy's rectum stroked back and forth. She felt the pleasures of buggery growing inside her. Even when Bill pressed further into her colon, Peggy enjoyed it. She began pushing backward, inviting more of his hard tool to penetrate her once-private channel.

Bill warmed up to his work. "I thought you'd dig it when you got started, he said, adding, "I can feel you asking for more." He pushed the widening neck of his prick in. The little girl's ass opened around it. He pulled back, and Peggy's sphincter caressed his wand. Forward again, each stroke a little deeper, the hot moisture of her colon easing the way.

Bill rolled his dick around, pushing the soft red walls of Peggy's colon outward. He put his hands on the youthful firmness of her smooth buttocks. The feeling of her twelve-year-old skin was luxurious, soft as sable.

Peggy reveled in the slow, sensuous cock strokes. The lissome girl had never even thought of the possibility of assfucking, much less that she would enjoy it. The friction of Bill's turgid meat in her rectum pulled at her labia. The soft inner folds remotely caressed her clitorisn and the tiny pleasure organ erected.