Ron Smith - Marina girls

The stiff frill at the bottom of Sherry's corset scraped Peggy's tender nipples. Peggy gasped for air, throwing her head back. Sherry's juice flooded cunt bucked against the little girl's chin.

Peggy's hips jerked. Sherry's red-nailed fingers dug into Peggy's thighs. Blonde hair cascaded over Peggy's gaping loins. Sherry's bell-nippled tits mashed like firm cushions on the young girl's belly. The slender little brunette thrashed frantically under Sherry's buxom weight.

Sherry's creamy asscheeks shook with the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm. Her tanned thighs squeezed pretty Peggy's head. The sound of their husky panting filled the foil-lined room.

Peggy's exquisite features were slimed with Sherry's cuntal flood. Her high cheekbones reflected the eerie glimmer of the black-light. _he wings of her fine-molded nostrils flared with gusty breathing. The air was redolent with the sharply separate female scents.

"Very nice. In fact, inspiring." Peggy froze. The new voice chilled her to the bone. The man spoke softly, with a trace of an accent she couldn't identify. The unseen stranger clapped. His hands sounded soft and wet, like raw liver slapping onto a table.

Sherry raised her head. She lifted her busty, corseted frame off of Peggy and slipped to the floor. "Hello, Raoul. Have you been here long?" the blonde asked. Her voice trembled slightly. The quaver wasn't musical.

"Long enough to enjoy a fine performance. My compliments on your… costume."

Peggy raised her head. Raoul glanced at her, then back to Sherry. Bill and Janet both stood one step behind the stranger, just inside the door. The lights in the front room were off. Sherry moved away from the splintery table and circled around Raoul, staying as far from him as the small room allowed.

"Your name is Peggy. For Margaret?" he asked, strolling across the few feet separating him from Peggy. She nodded and Raoul smiled.

He was shorter than Bill Green, about five-six. He was clean-shaven and a little jowly. His hair was jet black and looked as if it could be dyed. His teeth were very expensive-caps in front showed yellow, clear lavender, and pinkish in the ultraviolet. He was dapper in spite of over-wide shoulders and the beginnings of a paunch. His dark suit's subtle striping was only a hint of color, even under the black-light. Raoul's full lips turned down at the corners when his smile whisked away. His hawk nose contrasted with the dissipated wrinkles under his eyes. The area around his off-black irises was murky and brownish, traced with myriad lines.

Raoul turned away, moving toward the floodlights. Peggy thought, He's going to take off his gloves! Even though he wore none. No jewels, either – his carriage conveyed wealth and a jaded power that baubles could only detract from.

The sudden glare of the photoflood dazzled Peggy. She shut her eyes, and colored spots danced on her retinas.

"Her name is Margaret-Margarethe," he lisped. The girl felt she'd been christened again. An instantaneous lance of pain seared her clit and Peggy jumped. Her mouth opened wide and her back arched, thrusting her pussy upward.

She stared at Raoul. He let the buggy whip fall from his blunt-fingered hand. "The reaction of a perfect slave. You notice how she jumps for the lash?" He loosened his necktie. "But does she have the… ah… gifts for it?"

"She is very good, Raoul," Sherry said. "She is willing, after a little pressure. I think she wants to be dominated." Next to the swarthy Raoul Sherry's strength seemed as pale as her smooth-skinned breasts.

"She is hard to get started," Bill chimed in "but the kid's a hell of a gore when you lay it on her. Never saw a chick turn on to assfucking so fast!"

Raoul silenced Bill with a heavy-lidded glance. "Lovely. Your sophistication astounds me again; Mr. Green." Raoul dropped his cravat on the floor and thumbed Peggy's labia open. "There is an acquaintance of mine in Sao Paulo…" he said. He spoke more to Peggy's vagina than to the other people in the room. "Perhaps four thousand… no, five."

"She's twelve years old and there's a lot of heat out looking for her already," Bill said. "Do you think five grand is enough? I mean, we've got that much in hard goods, not to mention the boats!"

"Five thousand dollars is what I will pay you. We all owe more to my friend in Brazil than I can tell you. I don't feel that a gift is out of order. This is a windfall, pure good fortune. Besides, you have told me over and over that the police have no chance to apprehend us." Raoul shed his suit coat and Sherry rushed to pick it up. The bright floodlight made every hair on her pussy stand wetly distinct from every other.

"Beside, Bill, I don't expect you to sell such a pretty child to someone you don't know. Oh, anything but that, eh?" Raoul stopped unbuttoning his shirt long enough to caress Peggy's nipples. He traced the fine contour of her high cheekbone with one well-manicured finger.

Peggy was glad her bladder was empty. She thought, I'd wet myself for sure if I had any in me. He's scary! He does dye his hair, though. He must be a lot older than he looks, and he looks like he's fifty. A heavy grey thatch sprang wirily when the man opened his shirt.

"Who-what are you going to do?" Peggy asked. Her lively brown eyes were perfectly round. Her thick lashes curled up past her eyebrows and her lips quivered.

"There's nothing to worry about, Margarethe," he said softly. "You are going to be very happy, and you are going to make a very nice gentleman enjoy his life once again." He looked as sadly as a basset hound into her eyes. A tiny smile played around the corners of his full lips and traveled up. "No one could harm a little dove with a broken wing."

Peggy shook like a leaf. I don't like that part about a broken wing. Any grownup who says it's not gonna hurt always lies. I wish I could believe him!

Raoul watched the trapped fluttering in Peggy's eyes. "Mr. Green, will you please do the honors? My fascination with maidenheads died many years ago."

"I-uh, I suppose." Bill paused. "I don't know about a public exhibition like this, though. It kind of take the starch out of me to have you all watching."

"The child will be watching in any case, no? Is it this crowd, or me?" Raoul asked softly. "I will have to watch in any event. I wish to know as much as possible about my gifts before I give them."

"Well, I can't promise anything," Bill said.

"That's no surprise," his lovely redheaded wife sneered. "I wouldn't mind showing off with this girl at all" Janet Green slunk over to the table and repeated, "Not at all." She bent to kiss Peggy's cheek. Her wide-set green eyes signaled passionate heat. The slightly slanted orbs glistened and her pupils dilated when she touched Peggy's face.

"No. Bill will have to deflower her. You must be convincing later tonight." Raoul touched Janet's wrist. The curvaooous woman stood back and let him 'undo the bonds. 'Would it help your performance to watch us, Janet?"

"If I don't think so, I'll leave," she replied.

Raoul detached the knee straps first, then loosed Peggy's wrists. Putting one strong arm under her shoulders, he helped her to sit up. "Don't worry, little one. You'll come to enjoy it all," he whispered.

"Could I have some water?" Peggy asked timidly. "I'm awful thristy."

"Sherry," Raoul said. His voice flicked as quickly as the buggy whip. The busty blonde scurried out of the room. She was back with a glass of water before Raoul had finished unbuckling the wide, soft leather cuffs on Peggy's ankles..

"Thank you," Peggy said. She drank the water slowly and looked around the room. Her muscles ached pleasantly. She still felt the luxurious looseness of cuntal satisfaction, despite the rapid turns of events. The little brunette still didn't know who the thick-set, commanding Raoul was or how he led the Green menage. She handed the tumbler back to Sherry and decided not to worry about it. "I'm kind of cold, Mr. Raoul. Could I have my clothes back?"