Ron Smith - Marina girls

In one long, smooth stroke, Raoul's prick glided up to Peggy's womb. She felt the prick head nudge the hard, pear-shaped organ. Her cuntal flesh seemed to melt around him like the ice cube melted in her vagina.

Raoul moved from side to side. He kept his weight off her tight-cased breasts, leaning on his elbows. His prick head explored the innermost portions of her pussy.

Peggy felt the wand moving her insides around, stirring them like a chef's spoon. The jade cock-ring had a tiny knob that pressed against her ditty. Every circling motion of his loins moved the tender, stiff button from side to side. The pressure was concentrated where it would get her hottest, and Peggy started cumming immediately.

Raoul knew that the jade ring would keep his prick hard for hours. He swam lasciviously around in the soupy depths of his twelve-year-old captive. He ignored the cuntal pulsations of Peggy's orgasm. Soon enough, he knew, she would have to match her rhythm to his, and he had hours of pleasure ahead.

Raoul fucked Peggy slowly. His movements never hurried or jerked. Slow, even circular motions welded the couple's flesh together. The involuntary contractions of the little girl's cunt slowed to match his metered strokes.

Peggy gasped. Ecstatic little moans formed in her throat. After ten minutes of languorous fucking, she calmed down and rode under Raoul, carried on the flood tide of a continuous orgasm.

The man slowly changed the rhythm of the couple's moves. He wanted to feel his prick head sampling the satiny length of Peggy's pussytube. He rocked in and out, keeping the little jade bump on Peggy's cumbutton.

Gradually the circles grew smaller, then disappeared in long, even thrusts. Fucking was Raoul's favorite exercise, but eventually his back began to ache. The pleasant warmth on Peggy's inner depths was far too nice to be forsaken.

Raoul straightened his back. Bit by bit, still caressing her inner walls, he lifted Peggy. His strong arms circled her. He grunted as he rose to his knees on the wooden table.

Peggy swung her legs back and Raul carried her slender body around until he could sit on the edge of the table.

His legs dangled. Peggy smiled at him, her arms around his broad shoulders. She leaned back, rolling her hips, and hung over the floor beneath.

Raoul's rigid cock moved against Peggy's abdominal wall. The moving lump of his cockhead pressed her skin outward.

He loved the sight of her pussy grinding against his prick. The hairless labia were spread wide around his thick shaft. The blood-pink nub of her clit peeked at him from the soft folds at the top of her pussy..He held her small, slim fingered hands and kept Peggy from falling.

Raoul pulled up on the lovely little girl's wrists. She tossed her long brown hair at him when she sat upright on his prick again. He turned to one side and laid back.

Peggy rested her hand on each side of his shoulders and rode on his cock. She ground her pubic arch against him. The little jade button pressed her clit as hard as before. She pushed against him, and Raoul relaxed triumphantly under the hot, sweating little girl.

Peggy's long hair hung tickling on his chest. Raoul smiled and enjoyed the child's orgiastic writhing. His cock soaked up sensation. Peggy's pussy had molded to it, and the lovely, slender brunette worked her internal muscles around his fleshy pillar.

Raoul looked to where Bill stood, fully clothed, by the door. He tapped his foot impatiently.

Sherry and Janet sat with their arms around each other. They were enchanted, watching little Peggy gyrate on Raoul's thick member.

Raoul spoke. Peggy worked on, too wrapped up in her ceaseless orgasm to listen. "Is it time?"

Janet looked at her watch. "Almost. I hate to leave."

"Take your frustrations out on your target," Raoul smiled. "He'll oblige you, I'm sure."

Bill glared darkly at Raoul. He gripped Janet's arm as she lingered in the doorway and they left.

Peggy ground on. Her deep, even breathing had turned to whimpery babbling. She was slowing down, weary at last.

Raoul touched her sweaty belly with his fingertips. Peggy moaned low. He pulled her down onto his chest and said, "Rest, Margarethe. Stay upon me and rest. Sherry will bring us some food and drink, then we will continue."

Bill sulked in the van. He only pursed his lips and glared when Janet spoke to him. He didn't like his wife's assignment for the evening, nor the obvious relish she had for it.

Janet's coppery hair flowed long over her ivory shoulders. Her halter showed the buds of delectable nipples. Her luscious breast showed at the sides of the shimmering white fabric.

Bill stewed as she walked away. The red miniskirt swayed from her flaring hips. She teetered a little on high heels, exaggerating the sensuous swing of her ass. The perfectly matched hemispheres of Janet's buttocks looked as succulent as a ripe, downy-skinned peach. It seemed that whoever bit that opulent rear would get a mouthful of honey.

Janet walked into the bar at the yacht club just before the last call. She saw Tom polishing glasses and found a stool right in front of him. "Creme de menthe, please-green."

Tom watched her in the mirror as he poured. Janet was a very high-powered sex bomb and she looked it tonight. Goddam! I'd love to have a big hunk of her ass tonight, he thought.

His cock sprang up like an arrow when Janet paid for the drink. She half-closed her eyes over the tiny glass and slid a bill across the counter. When Tom reached, she gently touched his knuckles with her cool-soft fingertips.

Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her as he prepared drinks for the few remaining patrons at last call. The fantastic, curvy redhead kept her eyes locked on him. She followed his eyes in the mirror, and slowly put the pointed tip of her pink tongue to the rim of her glass.

Tom had to look away. He was sure his zipper would burst if he had one more look from those wide-set green eyes. The redhead was obviously desperate for a cock. He wondered why. She was pretty and sexy enough to have any man in the place after her ass. The funny thing was, she'd come right into the bar and sat at the counter right away. Usually, Tom knew, women looked around, even if they wanted to be picked up.

She looked familiar, but Tom couldn't place her. Every time he tried to figure out who she was, he had to look away again. The bulge in his crotch was blatant.

Tom announced closing time to the members who hadn't left. The slow exodus started. He went back to putting glasses away as the patrons walked out the door.

"Excuse me," Janet said in her throaty contralto.

Tom turned around. The lush redhead stood with her gently-rounded belly pressing against the bar. Her firm tits projected over the bar. The circles around the woman's pinpoint nipples showed dark through the thin, shimmery white halter.

"May-I get some change from you," she asked. Janet heaved a sigh and her breasts rose and fell three inches. She drew a five from her purse and reached toward Tom.

"Of course, ma'am," he answered. He felt his ears reddening. Blood pounded in his temples. Tom's balls ached. He took the bill.

Janet's lewdness leapt like a spark when their fingers touched. Her skin actually shocked him. "How would you like it?" he asked. His throat was dry.

"Oh, just anything, really. Four quarters, I think." Janet's eyes narrowed. She could see that Tom was more than willing to give her all of the hard-bulging cock she'd watched in his pants. "Whatever you like," she whispered.

Tom, she sure as hell isn't talking about the money. I like those tits, and I've always loved red puss hair. "Right away, Ma'am, right away."

Tom fumbled in the drawer. Janet used every horny signal she could think of. Her long pink tongue traced the lush outline of her lips. She brought her fingers to her mouth as if she stifled a yawn, but touched her parted lips instead. The rounded redhead touched his hand again as he counted out the money, then swayed her hip entrancingly all the way to the door.