Ron Smith - Marina girls

Slowly, so painfully she thought she would never get there, Peggy reached. Her slim, soft fingers curved into an open circle. She bobbed her hand, seeking the exact measure of Tom's cockstrokes. She stared at the coarse-haired mass of his scrotum. The sac rose and fell with the tension of the tight-stretched skin.

Peggy's hand hovered. The pretty girl's mouth opened in indecision. Should she touch the crimson knob or investigate the heavy spheres at the base of Tom's cock?

She knew she had to do something. Tom's face reddened. A dusty-scented sweat trickled in little rivulets on his skin. His cock and balls were greasy with perspiration. His hips moved faster with each long stroke.

Peggy's eyes locked onto the heart-shaped prick head. She bent at the hips, and took the shaft! "Wha… I-I…" Tom's eyes snapped open and he sat up.

"Shhh! Please let me, Tom," Peggy wheedled. "I want to, really! I never touched a boy's… thing before."

Tom leaned back, dumbfounded. He let go of his prick and nodded. "S-sure, Peggy. Go ahead." The pretty girl he'd fantasized about since he'd dragged her out of the water actually wanted his dick: It seemed unreal, but he could feel her cool hand on his throbbing hard-on.

"It's soft! The skin's so soft, and it's so hard and stiff inside." Peggy's brown eyes were round with discovery. "It really feels neat."

"It feels good when you touch me, too," Tom volunteered. "Your hands are nice-so soft and cool!"

Peggy lifted the virile cock up from his belly with her palm. She gave the cock a swift, tight squeeze. "Is it always this hot-when it's hard, I mean?" She trailed her fingertips down the outer curve, from the tip to the beginning of Tom's hairy sac.

"I guess so, Peggy," Tom answered. He paused, then added, "You mean you never…" The arches of his dark eyebrows rose. His forehead wrinkled it was not easy to understand this girl who'd sneaked in on him. The weird thing is, I'm not even embarrassed, he thought.

"No, I never did," Peggy stated. She stared closely at the length of his virile meat. "I saw it when you helped me to catch my boat, but I never got close enough to touch one. I never really got a good look." She traced the curve of his coronal ridge with a tapering fingertip. "It makes me feel funny inside."

"Did you like watching me? How long were you here before you touched me?" Tom wondered how many other people could have seen him jacking off. His cock tensed with each touch of Peggy's hands. He watched her exploring fingers rove over his turgid prick while he waited for her answer.

"I only watched for a couple of minutes. I wondered what you were doing." Peggy pulled the thick weapon until it pointed up at her face. "Watching you really got me hot." She touched the pearly drop of slickness on the tip of Tom's glands. Peggy smeared it allover the wide red prick head, asking, "What's this stuff? It feels very nice.

"It cleans out the tube inside when I get hard." Tom worried as Peggy's fingers slithered lewdly over his cock. "Maybe I'd better close the hatchway, Peggy."

"Yeah – I heard you talking when I was up on the dock." Peggy stood up straight, releasing Tom's cock. Her hungry stare followed him as he stood. She touched the cheeks of his ass when he brushed by, and watched the meaty swaying of his scrotum as the hatch shut.

Peggy was inflamed by the closeness of a virile man. She imagined the scratchy play of his coarse chest-hair against her blossoming titties. Her loins burned when she stared at his jutting proud cock.

"Better?" Tom asked. Peggy's olive skin glistened in the dimness. He cranked a vent open.

"I – I'm worried, Tom," Peggy said, looking down. "What if I don't do it right?" She crossed her hands in front of her beginning bosom and leaned against his torso. Her brown eyes were large and liquid, filled with uncertainty and the gleam of horny wanting.

"Hey, Peggy, it's okay. I don't think you could do it wrong, really. I'll say so, if you want, but don't worry." Tom hugged her frail slimness. Peggy's smooth skin was soft as seal fur. His cock pressed into the tender warmth of her stomach.

Peggy's tiny orange bra just touched the tip of Tom's glands. She circled her fingers around his cockshaft. The pretty brunette began a slow, lascivious stroking. She guided him back to the bunk with his sensitive tool. The thin mattress yielded under his hips when she softly pushed him down.

"Would you like to look at me, too?" Peggy asked. Tom nodded, licking his lips. "I like the way your penis feels," the twelve-year-old added. Her light fingers confirmed the statement.

"May I…" Tom began. Peggy rubbed the bulge of her vulva against his thigh. Tom gasped, then slowly lifted her orange bra. The brown rim of her nipple's edge peeked at him. A rush of erotic power gathered in his balls.

Peggy took one hand from his cockshaft. She pulled the bottom edge of the bra cup over her firm mounds. She was glad her tits had begun to grow, setting off the girlish slimness' of her waist.

As soon as Tom touched it, Peggy's nipple began to stiffen. It sharpened to a hard peak, nearly the size of his thumb's end. A deep pink shined through the cocoa-brown of the nubbin.

"Oooh, that's nice," Peggy whispered. The ring of sensitive skin around the pebble contracted into tiny, wrinkled ridges. Peggy twisted to force the firm mound of her little titty into Tom's hand.

"Your breasts are beautiful, Peggy," Tom marveled. His throat had a dry lump from the razor sharpness of her musky-scented closeness. "You're the loveliest girl I've ever seen!"

Peggy was beautiful to begin with. The lewd heat in her eyes and the sensuous moistness of her mouth made her even lovelier. Still caressing his cock, Peggy bent over Tom and kissed him full on the lips.

Tom put his free hand around her smooth shoulders. He caressed her growing bosom more deeply. The softness molded into stiff-peaked mounds of girlish arousal.

Peggy squeezed his cock harder. She stroked Tom's meat more quickly, and his hips began to rock with pre-orgasmic intensity. "Yes, touch me like that," Peggy panted. "Your hands feel so good on my boobs."

The heat in Peggy's cunny grew. She was torn between fingering herself and pulling the ever stiffening shaft of Tom's cock. "Touch me, please," she begged. "Please put your hand on my pussy."

"Oh, God, yes! I wanted to touch you there when I first saw you," Tom said. His tongue wetted his lips and his nostrils flared. The young man slipped his hands down to the sleek swell of her mons. The flesh within was hot, warming his hands even through her panties. They both gasped as Tom cupped the feminine center of her lusty urges.

Peggy pushed her cunt against his hand. Tom's muscular fingers covered the whole swelling vee of her pussy. Vast pulses of sensation raced through her youthfully slim body. It was like an electric shock that tightened every muscle each time her clitty felt the satiny friction of her juicy inner labia.

Tom put his free hand around Peggy's neck. She bent close to him. Her hips rocked and her hand pistoned on his prickshaft. His lips opened, and meteors of heat burned from her nipples. Peggy squeaked at the sudden shock. None of her own nipple-touching had been as nice as his kisses!

Peggy bit her lower lip. Tendrils of voluptuous feeling slithered all through her young body.. She felt her entire pubic zone opening like a castle gate around his touch. Her titties felt twice their usual size.

She pressed her blood-gorged nipples against his face. Every suck on one lengthened the point. Each long, flat tongued lick felt sharp as paper cuts.

Peggy loved his hand on her pussy. The squeezing sent her soaring higher than her own hand ever had. She whimpered as the intense feeling piled up in her loins.

Tom growled. He sucked and tasted her tittiebumps, gobbling at her girl flesh. He marveled at the rubbery tension of each nipple, at the sensuous stretching when he gnawed them. The dampness oozing from the mouth of Peggy's vagina began to seep through her panties. His fingers got slick and-moist.