Ron Smith - Marina girls

Peggy padded silently along the dock. A small opening between two curtains caught her eye. An electric shock of cuntal heat leapt in her.

Her mother's coal-black hair hung long, rippling with the abandoned rolling of her head. The feather-soft ends trailed across the firm upper slopes of her breasts. The luminous brightness of her teeth dug into her lower lip. Her long, straight nose flared with lascicious eagerness as the sultry woman kneaded her tits, pointing them at her husband. Ruth looked to be in her late twenties, but the lusty matron was actually almost forty.

She was ageless in her insatiable craving for her husband's rock-hard prick. Age had not begun to ravage her slender curves. Even child birth left no marks on her warm-brown, butter soft skin.

Mrs. Gibson's raven puss hairs were soaked with the vital juices of a whole morning's fucking. The curly hairs were sparse, coarse, and shining. Her cunt wasn't overgrown; the front view was a modest delta, and the puffy swell of her feminine profile mimicked the soft arch of her labia.

Ruth sat with her round, full thighs open on the edge of the narrow bunk. Her inner pussylips were as pink and frilly as rose petals. The ventilators in the cabin roof were open, and steam as thick and musky as Cupid's gymnasium flowed out.

Peggy was paralyzed at the sight. She had never thought of her roother this way. The lewd entreaties from the innards of the boat burned Peggy's ears. She watched for another half minute.

Ed Gibson's greying hair cut off the view. The sharp collar line between his carpenter's tan neck and the paler broadness of his shoulders rose in the window. His hairy, naked asscleft surprised Peggy. He growled as he bit and sucked at his wife's hard red-brown nipples.

"Yes! I can cum if you kiss my titties like that! I feel like you're making love to them. Sometimes my whole body is one juicy, hot pussy for you," Ruth gasped. Her head lolled back. Her long, slender arms wrapped around Ed's sweat glistened back.

"You're getting me so goddam hard again! I can't believe how you can do it!" Ed picked his wife up from the bunk. Her head moved loosely to and fro, inches from the rich wooden paneling of the ceiling.

"I get so hungry for you," the girl's mother said. She looked down at Ed. "Being here with you makes me feel so loving-and so horny." Her face blushed with soft eagerness. Ruth's dark beauty simmered, the fire showing in the glowing coals of her eyes.

Ruth's legs scissored around Ed's hips. Peggy tore her eyes away. The couple fell against the facing bunk.

Peggy ran silently away from the rocking yacht. Her loins seethed with heat. Her mind bubbled with frothy turmoil. She marveled at the passionate fucking she'd almost walked in on. Mom never acted like that! She's always so calm and peaceful.

And Daddy! He's so gentle with us both, but his fingers looked like they were bruising her! He doesn't growl like that, he just doesn't!

Mom really seemed to want him. She sounded like I've been feeling! When he picked her up, she went crazy. I wish I could have seen him from in front. Mom put her legs around him and it looked like she opened right up over his… his… COCK!

Peggy slowed to a walk. Her thoughts were new and disturbing. She didn't want to consider the implications of her parents' behavior. The lovely little girl wanted company so she wouldn't have to think about it.

Peggy spied a little sign. Neatly hand-painted, one foot high, it said "300's." The womanly child reflected. She had really only talked with one person besides her family. Sure, some of the neighbors had introduced themselves, but Peggy thought it unlikely they would want to distract a twelve-year-old girl.

She padded barefooted along the grey enameled planks. A few of the boats were open, but almost no one was around. The boat in 344 looked old, but its sleek lines and powerful mast said it was thirty-five feet of phallic intensity. Peggy imagined the Sea Nymph plunging rhythmically, cleaving salt waves with the power of an ocean storm.

Tom wasn't on the dock, nor was he working topside, as she'd seen him the afternoon before. Still bemused by the revelation of her parents' lasciviousness, Peggy walked onto the finger of Tom's slip.

"Peggy, lovely little Peggy," she heard. The voice was quiet, but tense. The slim, leggy girl looked around, seeking the source. There was no one behind her.

"God, but you're beautiful, Peggy." The sound seemed to be coming from aboard the Sea Nymph Peggy bent to peer in through the aft hatch.

"I want you so bad, Peggy." Tom lay on his back, naked. The girl's dark eyes widened. In the cabin's dimness, Tom clasped his erection in his hands. The rigid organ stroked up and down with his rolling pelvic thrusts. His eyes were closed.

The crimson glands fascinated Peggy. Each time it drew back toward his fists, loose skin bunched around it. Peggy strained to see the swollen end when it rose again. The long, sensuously slow extension of the curving shaft hypnotized her. She was still as a rodent stared down by a snake. I wish it wasn't so dark in there! I want to look at that nice hard thing!

The tight-stretched skin gleamed beneath the reddened cap, then folded around it again. Peggy slipped quietly aboard. She blessed the deep keel that kept the racer from tipping under her weight.

Tom's prick moved a little faster. Peggy stepped from the deck into the recessed well of the cockpit. Her cuntal area sent heated quivers through her. The soft warmth of her vagina moistened with anticipation. The wide-eyed twelve-year-old knew something would happen, but she couldn't say what it would be.

"Mmm-hmm, yes, Peggy," Tom breathed. Wrinkles appeared around his eyes when he shut them tighter. "Want you, Peggy," Tom breathed. Wrinkles appeared around his eyes when he shut them tighter. "Want you, Peggy." His whisper was harsh, urgent.

Peggy blinked. A torrid mixture of Tom's ever sliding prick and her parents' heated wrestling whirled in her head.. It seemed like everyone at the marina was constantly horny. In couples or alone, something sexy went on day and night.

Peggy sealed her lips. She didn't want any sound to escape while she crept toward Tom. Well, if Mom likes it so much… and that Sherry! I must be the only one here who can't get naked and… and do it! The little brunette formed a resolution.

Peggy knew she would touch that curious wand of flesh. The knowledge increased the speed and heat of the warm flutter in her belly. Her vulva swelled into hot-pink puffiness. She wanted to open her long thighs to let the heat out. Her pearl-like clitoris stirred in the soft fold of feminine flesh that hid it.

Peggy resisted the urge to finger herself. Moist sensuality spread in her most intimate zones. A rosy blush fanned out on her olive skin. She stooped, taking one step down the ladder. She balanced herself with light fingertips on the side of the hatch. The dark-striped teakwood coaming was smooth and warm in the sunshine.

Peggy feared even the slightest noise would alert him. She held her breath and sneaked further into the dark-paneled cuddy. The low ceiling left just enough room for the leggy woman child to slink closer to the narrow bunk where Tom lay.

His hips moved steadily. Ragged breathing masked the minuscule sounds of Peggy's approach. The skin of her long thighs whispered with her careful steps. Tom's accelerating thrusts began to rock the slender hull.

"Peggy, lovely, beautiful Peggy-I love the way you look. God, you must feel so soft! Help me, make me cum, Peggy!" Tom groaned through stiff lips.

The pretty young girl stood next to him. Peggy ogled the crimson-topped rod. Tom's cock stroked in and out of his tight-clasped hands. Peggy took a breath at last. Her fine-arched nostrils flared with the effort. The heat in her cunt made her soft, olive skin deepen in color. A blush glowed on her cheeks. Peggy's eyes gleamed. She smelled the sharpness of Tom's sweat in the close cabin and the heavier musk of his balls.