Ron Smith - Marina girls

"I like virgins. Pussy is so much cleaner before a man shoves his cock into it. You really look tasty, Peggy." Sherry leaned over the wooden table and stroked the slight swellings of Peggy's tit. "Your nipples are very nice. I'll bet nobody ever kissed them right."

The tall blonde bent and licked around the milk-chocolate nubbin in the center of Peggy's left breast. "Men don't know how sensitive our titties are. All they want is the nipple." Sherry moved to the head of the table. Her massive, conical jugs spilled out of the corset top. The delicately scented warmth billowed over Peggy's nose and eyes. Sherry's long, red-painted fingernails traced the base of each tender, childish mound. She washed the mildewed stink of the sail bag off of Peggy's bosom with the flat of her tongue.

"Yes, you may kiss mine," Sherry murmured. Her creamy-skinned tits rolled and slithered over Peggy's face. The trussed-up young girl, turned her head and licked timidly at the side of one heavy breast.

Peggy's breast-tips grew. The blunt points stood up from her firm boobs like rosettes on a devil's-food cake. She_ lapped gently from the outside of each corona to the base of the tiny spire, then slowly up the side. The long, fine strands of the older woman's hair tickled along Peggy's ribs.

One elegant fingernail trailed softly around the nipple Sherry wasn't kissing. The aureole set up mazes of stiff wrinkles around the miniscule tower.

Peggy's fears dissolved slowly, like honey stirred into hot tea. The warmth of lewd arousal unfolded inside her. Peggy thought of a flower opening at daybreak as her clitoris gained more and more pearly stiffness.

The little brunette raised her head an inch, burrowing into the warm pillows of Sherry's titties. The voluptuous blonde lowered her torso onto Peggy's face. She tongued one of the little girl's nipples gently, then pulled at it with her soft, full red lips.

Peggy extended her tongue and licked at the deep valley of Sherry's cleavage. It was as if Peggy were moving underwater. She felt weightless, and every movement the two women shared was slow and luxurious. Peggy ignored her bonds. She wanted to be fully exposed to Sherry's lips and tongue. Her skin crept, waiting for the touch of those razor-sharp fingernails.

Peggy's pussy dampened. Sweet, musky juices flowed from deep in her vagina. A deliciously feminine scent, not a Perfume, flowed from Sherry's breasts. The soft eroticism of the blonde's aroma made Peggy drunk.

Soft red lips covered half of Peggy's breast. The thought of the blonde's vivid lipstick outlining her stiff brown nipples made Peggy's cunny tingle. Sherry's caresses made the umber tip stand harder than it had ever done.

Sherry crawled up on the table. Her wide, creamy ass stuck up in the air. Peggy watched her tight-corseted waist move down. The ivory skin where Sherry's hips flared suggestively blazed in the purple dimness.

Peggy's nostrils flared as she gazed on the rich pinkness of Sherry's labia. The wet crease was slightly open, and the dampness shined through the darker blonde of her fine pubic floss.

Peggy recognized the Sherry-scent. The same overtones of aroma filled the valley between the blonde's breasts, but here in her crotch, the bouquet was richer. She breathed it deep and ran her eyes over the older woman's loins.

Sherry started kissing at the base of Peggy's belly. She half-shut her heavy-lashed eyes and made love to Peggy's olive skin. Sherry kissed or tongue-touched all around the center of the girl's femaleness.

The cords stood on each of Peggy's wide-flung thighs. Sherry kissed.the line of the tendon and the little hammock it formed. After cherishing every inch of Peggy's tender thighs with her red lips, the voluptuous blonde licked all the same delightful territory.

Sherry drew her head back. She leaned on her elbows. Her pussy was within inches of Peggy's face. The blonde languidly traced Peggy's outer labial folds with a fingernail.

Even in the purple light, Sherry could watch the exposed edges of Peggy's cunt turn redder. She watched clinically, as cold as a glacier. Her own blonde nest moistened. Sherry scratched a little harder. The ruptured membrane of Peggy's cherry winked open and closed again.

Peggy bit her lip. She forced herself to stifle the tiny mewing sounds of her lust. Sherry's well-furred pussy descended over her face. The musky nearness of it scared Peggy. She was twisting in a simmering jumble of emotions. The little girl wanted to taste the heavy flavor of the hot-scented flesh. Peggy felt it would be wrong, but so pleasurable she would burst as soon as she touched her tongue to the swampy grotto. And what if Sherry didn't want her to? Should she wait to be told?

"Kiss it," Sherry hissed softly. "Lick me, like this."

Peggy gasped as the hot, slippery flat of Sherry's tongue smeared blobs of sensation through her loins. Her head rose involuntarily from the table and she touched Sherry's cunt. Her long, fine-molded nose slithered in viscous cuntal juice. Peggy stuck out her tongue in self-defense.

Sherry's tongue mashed the child's hairless labia flat. The hard ridge of Peggy's clit sent meteors of fiery light exploding through her slender body. Peggy licked desperately at the top of Sherry's slash.

The blonde woman's clitoris was larger and thicker than Peggy's. It extended past the folds of her labia, showing the end of a new pink crayon beneath the curly cuntal thatch.

Sherry hissed and pushed downward, capturing Peggy's face in her loins. "Yes, that's it," she whispered. The blonde Lesbian sucked at the pearly button until Peggy's hips began to fight the restraints.

Peggy felt the hot flower beginning to bloom in her belly. She had never realized how quickly tenderness after terror could make her orgasm build.

It had been the first lesson Bill had taught Sherry.

Sherry released her suckhold on Peggy's clit and began lasciviously tonguing the smooth, silken skin between the button and her vagina. She teased the girl mercilessly, not quite touching either of the two flaming centers of her cuntal need.

Peggy sucked all the harder as Sherry tantalized her. She ran her sharp tongue up into the orchid-like center of the blonde's vagina, then slithered back to her clit. The twelve-year-old girl knew that Sherry would have to give her a good, strong cum if Peggy got her hot enough.

The precocious cuntlapper kept on until Sherry ground her crotch against her face. Each time Sherry tried to roll her pussy against Peggy's tongue, the woman child evaded the eager stiffness of her cut.

After trying to force Peggy to bring her off, Sherry went down on the little girl with a vengeance. She plunged her tongue into Peggy's virgin hole and sucked viciously at her cumbutton. Both pussies ground at both faces now.

The two women, one twelve, the other twenty-two, struggled to bring themselves and each other off. Peggy could have wept. She wanted to use her arms to lever her head up into Sherry's cunt. The little brunette wanted to grip Sherry's lush, tanned thighs and caress her opulent buttocks. Her neck began to cramp. Knots kinked Peggy's shoulder muscles. She was literally lifting Sherry's ass from the table.

Sherry licked and sucked Peggy's hairless cunt. She pulled the girl's pussy into her lipsticked mouth and slashed at the tender flesh with her snake-swift tongue. Air whistled through her gnawing lips. The voluptuous blonde had wanted a young virgin's pussy for years, since before her brother had deflowered her. She pushed her ass down savagely, wanting them both to suffocate in a blinding explosion of cunty insanity.

Peggy growled and gnawed at the blonde's heavy-hanging labia. Fragmented prayers for the final release of her orgasm jumbled in her brain. She pulled strands of fine, dark-blonde pubic hair out with her suctioning lips. A blast furnace roared in her crotch and the dam burst.