Ron Smith - Marina girls

Filled with blood, Peggy's cumbutton sent joyous flashes of heat through her body. She tried to reach her pussy, but her bound wrists were trapped under the heavy coil of rope. She knew that her vagina was flooding with musky juices, and the horny, urgent wanting grew in her belly.

Bill rollicked in the tight clasp of Peggy's rectum. The powerful little muscle squeezed his cock like a rubbery fist. He drew her hips toward his crotch with powerful hands. The swollen knob of his prick explored the recesses of Peggy's butt. Her ass was drier than any vagina he'd ever put his cock in, almost furry. The texture of her colon was velvet, compared to the satiny slickness of a woman's cant. His glands relished the difference, though the tightness was all at the puckered entrance.

A warm feeling spread in the virile ravisher's loins. Bill wanted to donate some pleasure to the child he was buttfucking. He released his grip on Peggy's buttock and grabbed one small, firm titty. Her lush, resilient nipple sprang up at his touch.

Peggy gasped. Muffled groans of pleasure passed the gag. Her entire body heated up. Buzzing flashes of lewd sensation sliced from her ass to her nipple and back down to her crotch.

Bill fucked into her with long, steady strokes. Peggy arched her back, presenting her anal passage to Bill's invading prick. The thick, grey smell of her penetrated rectum filled the triangular cubbyhole. The unspeakable pleasure grew in Peggy's ass. A thick lump filled the little girl's throat. She could scarcely breathe, crowning in the perverse, revolting delight of assfucking.

The shape of Bill's cock grew more impressive to her. Peggy knew exactly when the shaft would narrow on his backstroke, and precisely where the hard curve would force her colon open again. Peggy wanted to pull at his balls until his prick jammed to a gut-wrenching stop in her hidden softness.

Peggy's fingers arched into claws as the feeling kept rising. The gag was soaked with her slack-jawed drooling. She gripped the thick coils of the hawser. Peggy welcomed the bristly scratching of the hemp on her naked belly.

Bill reached under the kneeling girl. His sweating, callused hand slid down her mons. He felt the stringent clasp of Peggy's anus wring at his cock when he covered the swampy mound. His fingertips dug into the indented curve around her cuntmouth. Icy fire licked along his cockshaft, wrinkling his hairy scrotum into a stiff, meaty wad.

Peggy's heart pounded. Her nostrils flared, round as nutshells. She gasped for air in the fulsome reek of the forepeak. Aannhh-ahhhh-nnnhh," she implored. The pleasure and revulsion demanded that Peggy cry out. The spit-soaked gag muffled her yodeling gasps as she felt her orgasm building in both her pussy and her-ass.

Bill strove to force more of his cock into Peggy's ass. Her gut had a wall, a kink, deep inside, and his belly barely touched her buttocks when his cock halted. Back and forth, squeezing the whole handful of captured snatch, Bill reamed. He mashed and twisted Peggy's soft, wet cunny, and her asshole started spasming around his adamant shaft.

Peggy felt her whole body explode. She wallowed in the greasy, splitting sensations in her rectum. Her loins blew up, and her ass tried to tear Bill's cock completely off his body.

"God damn! Yeah, fuck on it, baby," he panted. Huge bursts of steaming lava fought Peggy's forbidding ass-clenches and ripped into her guts. It was a struggle to get the vital goo into her ass, but the vivid shock of the glands-tearing spew was worth it. Bill fought to unload the molten burden of his balls and Peggy fought to wring it out of his cock.

Bill's prick was planted deep, taking pistonlike half-inch strokes. Each time his meat bucked with the awesome power of his cum, Bill's spine cracked with a lightning bolt of ecstasy.

Even when Peggy's tender asshole had sucked his balls dry, the girl's wringing anal clasp pulled another shock of feeling from Bill's prick. The twelve-year-old's passion raped Bill's turgid meat until he fell heavily on her bent back.

Peggy kept going off, not even caring that Bill's stubby fingers had quit kneading at her cuntal zone. Her asshole fluttered uncontrollably, never slowing. The raw, mind-blanking power of her orgasm raged full strength for long minutes before slowly tapering off squeezing less tightly, racking them both less and less. After seeming hours of convulsive passion, Peggy's feelings faded. She fell asleep on the moldering canvas before Bill pulled out.

It was dark when Peggy woke up. She sat, very cramped, and raised her head. The beautiful girl's limbs were aching. She tried to stretch, but her bonds stopped her.

Peggy blushed with morbid shame. She remembered where she was, tied captive in the dank bow of the Green's motorsailer. "Oh, no," she breathed, thinking of her profanely joyous response to Bill's buggering prick.

She wondered if her parents would find her. She felt sure that Tom and both the Gibsons were searching for her. Where are they? Where are Bill and Sherry? My butt feels like he split it right at the top, and I'm cold I have to pee, and I'm hungry. Oh, please, somebody, anybody, come help me!

The hatch leading into the forepeak was shut. Her bare shoulder touched the clammy painted planking of the hull. Her cutoffs were down around her ankles. The stiff, wrinkled canvas of the greying sail bags irritated the tender skin of Peggy's hairless pussy. The little brunette's belly was raw from the scraping hemp Bill had stuffed under her.

Peggy pricked up her ears. Her eyes widened, even though the compartment was dark as the inside of a cow. The boat moved and she sensed vibrations in the hull. Footsteps approached the forepeak, and Peggy heard a buzz of voices.

The snap of the latch was loud in the bows. The lamplight dazzled Peggy, but she recognized the hard hands that pulled her out of the forepeak. It was Bill's touch-she'd memorized it while he sodomized her.

"How ya doin', Peggy?" Sherry asked. "We're taking you out of here. The cops are gonna be looking around for you, and you're the last evidence aboard." "No need to tell her about it, Sis," Bill said. "All you and Janet have to do is deliver her to the beach house and call Raoul. I bet he can find a good use for this little chick."

Peggy started to shake. She looked from one to the other. Sherry was examining her long, naked legs while Bill held her up. Peggy tried to hide her naked pussy with her tied hands.

"That's cute," Sherry said. "She's shy. I think we should break her in good before we sell her to Raoul. You didn't bust her cherry, did you, Bill?"

"Only in her ass, Sis… and what an ass! It goddam near broke my cock in half before I got it in, and then the way she busted her cookies! She almost tore my prick off"

"That wouldn't hurt you any, dear," another voice added dryly. Luscious, round-bodied Janet tossed her long copper-red hair. "It might keep you out of trouble long enough to spend some of the money we're getting."

"That's a helluva thing for my own wife to say!" Bill spluttered. "Before you and Sherry got dykey, you loved all the cock you could get!"

"Until we found you jacking off while you watched us," Janet simpered. Her green eyes flashed. "Just put the bitch in the bag and let us girls bail your ass out again, Bill. We wouldn't have to screw around with this kidnap crap if you hadn't dropped your glove. Sherry told you not to use anything from Winsome!"

"Come on, you guys," tall voluptuous Sherry interjected. "We can bicker later." She turned to her brother. "You're sure everything from Winsome is off this boat?" He nodded. "So let's go!"

Bill dumped a huge spinnaker out into the forepeak. He pulled the drawstring mouth of the sail bag wide, and popped it over Peggy's head. "Curl up," he said gruffly. Peggy stumbled with his push.