Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. The scene inside the" cabin was too fantastic for her young thoughts to contain. When the twelve-year-old first saw Bill's rampant erection, a flood of heat rose in her belly.
Peggy and her parents had only arrived at the marina that day. Her father, Ed Gibson, had jumped at the chance when John Wood, a friend he'd worked with years before, had offered the loan of his forty-foot ketch. In exchange for some of Ed's skilled carpentry, the family could live aboard and sail the boat for a full month.
John had introduced the family to some of the neighbors when he turned the boat over to the Gibson's. He suggested that Peggy sail the little Bluejay sloop Ed had built, but the pretty little girl was far too excited. The newness of the yacht harbor had kept Peggy wound up far past her usual bedtime. She had thought that a short walk on the sparsely lit dock would tire her, but the scene she peeked in on ended that notion.
The breeze fluttered her jacket open. Looking down to fasten it, Peggy compared her own nipples to the pink bumps she had seen inside the boat. Peggy's aureoles crinkled from the chill. The tips of her brown nipples stuck through the filmy nighty like twin marbles. She touched one.
That's nice, the nubile child thought. Peggy rolled the rubbery end between her fingers. The touch warmed her in the same fluttery way that watching Bill and Sherry did. Her pulse accelerated. The mound of her tiny, blossoming breast was tenderly firm. Peggy palmed both of her luscious litttle tits.
I like this! My titties-are getting more sensitive every day! Peggy bent over to peer through the porthole. Seeing Bill Green kissing Sherry's cunny put goose bumps on the young girl's long, smooth thighs. An odd tingle warmed Peggy's pussy. She thought for a moment that she had to piss.
Peggy's hand crept from her teacup-size breasts to her pussy. The feeling got stronger. She realized it had nothing to do with pissing. Peggy squeezed her mons gently.
When Bill stood in the narrow passageway, then straddled his sister's head, little Peggy's large brown eyes grew like saucers. She envied the blonde woman's close-up view of that menacing weapon. Peggy licked her lips.
That's it! That's why their pants bulge! Peggy kneaded the soft, feminine swell of her labia with both slim-fingered hands. Her knees weakened as the fluttery warmth inside her belly grew. Peggy's breath came in ragged gasps.
Peggy felt she should leave, but the sight of the two people sucking inside the cabin kept her there. An unfamiliar dew gathered at the base of her pussy. The little girl opened the rich, pouting swells of her labia and eased a fingertip into the mouth of her vagina.
The tight opening was warm and tiny inside. Peggy pressed down with the smooth muscles of her flat tummy, and the hole widened. Her finger slid a fraction further. oh, my! Why haven't I… Ohh! Peggy's digit moved back and forth. The untrained sphincter of her virginal pussy clamped tightly around her fingertip. Peggy's viscous cuntal flow increased and the finger popped out.
The slim edges of her labia flashed a thrill of sharp feeling along her spine. Peggy's ooze slicked finger traced the outer edge of her mons. The feeling was so excitingly novel that she closed her large eyes. The little brunette's long, inky-black eyelashes fanned like moth's wings.
Peggy felt a tiny stiffness at the top of her sensuous crease. She gathered more of her musky juice on her questing fingertip. The slick tenderness between the inner petals of her mons shuddered under each magnified ridge of her fingerprint. The nerve center at the top of her puss folds ached demandingly as her fingertip neared it.
Peggy tortured herself with denials. The clitoral ridge lengthened throbbingly. Peggy avoided touching it, her finger tracing one side of the erotic button before slipping down past the other side. Peggy circled the nubbin more closely each time, then gathered more of her heavy wetness from her cuntal well.
Peggy held her pussylips wide open with two slender fingers. The delicate inner lips swelled, growing with the blossoming heat in her hairless vulva. She opened her eyes, beginning to moan under her breath.
Peggy's intense concentration slipped when she saw Bill thrust the angry mass of his cock into Sherry's mouth. Her finger failed in her careful detour around her untouched clit.
"Aaahhhh!" Peggy breathed. The twelve-year-old's naked pubes blossomed. It's so alive! God! How come I never knew! Razor-sharp feelings sliced along every nerve in Peggy's slender body.
Peggy touched the round tip of her clit again. The pink pellet moved under her soft touch. A meaty warmth expanded in her pelvis. She explored the tight labial fold around her love trigger, sinking to her knees on the mist-chilled wood of the dock.
A hard inch of exquisite feeling swiveled in the softness of her pussymound. Peggy slipped her gooey cuntal fold back. The tender cylinder poked forward, exposed to the sea breeze.
Goosebumps popped out on Peggy's soft, olive skin. Her naked buttocks rested on her heels. The heavy sleeves of her jacket restricted Peggy's lascivious manipulations, so she shrugged out of it.
Peggy's erect nipples were as dark and hard as two coffee beans in the night chill. The flimsy cloth of her nighty tented around the stiff peaks of her miniature breasts. Loose strands of soft brown hair made a halo around her pretty face. The scattered bulbs along the dock made the air around the girl glow.
The new feelings in Peggy's loins delighted her. She dipped her fingertips into the viscous cuntal fluids again. The heavy ooze greased Peggy's entire palm. The sensual girl flesh of her labia swelled under her touch. She shivered in the night air.
Peggy's juice-smeared palm slithered over the tip of her girlish clit. The sharpness of her lewd feelings was delightfully painful.
I-I can't stand it! It's so damn nice I can't stand it! Peggy thought. Her pulse raced in her ears. The blood rushed louder, and all the seaside sounds receded to dimness. Peggy concentrated all her attention in the slippery vee of her cunt.
Yes, I think… I hope… Short disconnected pleadings fluttered in Peggy's head. She slipped a fingertip into her tight pussymouth again. The vague need solidified as Peggy's clit rolled under her slippery palm. Her pretty head leaned back, exposing the smooth pillar of her throat.
Peggy's lascivious feelings took a little leap, building again when she rocked her pussy into her cupping palm, Her slim hand curled, sending her fingertip fractionally deeper in her cuntal channel. A curtain of hair fell behind the little girl.
Peggy felt her little breast mounds flatten over her high-arched ribs. Her hands worked faster and harder at her cunt. Her pebble-hard nipples stabbed through her sheer nighty.
She rocked forward and back. Every muscle and nerve tightened like harp strings. The icy heat of her clit-tip changed.
Something different… It's good, so sood! What is it? So… so diff…
"Mmm-mm-huh," Peggy grunted. A huge flower, pink and sweet as watermelon, budded and grew in her belly. Her head was ready to burst. Peggy's busy hands slowed on her hairless pussy.
The looming mass of feeling threatened to engulf her. Peggy wanted it to arrive, but her body was working so strangely! Her soft swollen cunny moved against her hands, rubbing wetly. The little sphincter sucked at her fingertip. It tried to pull Peggy's hand in, squeezing and milking the slim digit. Her hips wouldn't stay still.
Peggy wasn't sure she wanted her pelvis to stop rocking. Her cuntal zone took control over her slender body. Every desperate plot ion swelled the voluptuous tension. The musky juice from her vagina flooded her fingers. Her hand squished with the same noisy rhythm as her passionate moans.
Peggy wasn't cold any more. She sweated in the moist night air. Her grimace revealed shining teeth in the yellow glimmer of the dock lamps. Something was about to happen in Peggy's virginal young flesh. The little brunette was just about to recognize what it was…
The world opened up and Peggy fell in. The meaty pink bloom inside her belly burst and groans racked her body. Long waves of orgasmic feeling flooded outward from her exploding pelvis, catching the girl up in steady, sensuous response. Peggy throbbed with metronomic regularity, each sense and muscle pounding like a giant's vast heart.
Her thoughts went incoherent, then disappeared. The depth and motion of Peggy's sensations left no room in her mind for idea. The lovely twelve-year-old didn't know what was happening to her.
She just knew she liked it.