The next morning Peggy stretched luxuriously in her narrow bunk. Her parents were already moving about. A dim echo of the wrenching orgasm of the night before knotted in her naked pussy. Boy! That sure was neat! I think I'll do it again as soon as I can, she thought.
"I think I'll sail the Bluejay this morning, Dad," Peggy said after breakfast. "I'd like to look around the harbor-I never saw so many nice boats!"
"Okay, honey. Your mom and I have to pick up some deck glue today. We'll be back in a couple of hours," Ed Gibson answered. "If I'm as good a shipwright as I used to be, we can leave for the Channel Islands next week."
Peggy waved goodbye to her parents as she raised the little sloop's sails. The little brunette couldn't help smiling at the happy way her parents bumped their hips together walking up the gangway. Her mother and father had constant smiles this morning, and that cheered Peggy.
The morning wind ruffled the thin blouse Peggy wore over her tiny orange bikini. She looked this way and that, marveling at the profusion of sleek hulls. Long, sleek ocean racers floated low. The clean cigar-like shapes made her cunny tingle, especially when Peggy compared the jutting bowsprits to the menacing cock she'd watched plunging into Sherry's pussy last night.
The little Bluejay was shaped like a pumpkin seed. Peggy compared the outline of the deck with the shape of.her opened labia, and grinned. "I feel like a little finger in my cockpit!"
A small motorboat in the channel caught her eye: Peggy headed the boat up toward it. She squinted across the sunny sparkle of the salt water. Was that Bill Green in scuba gear?
The other boat was straight upwind from her. Peggy tacked back and forth, crossing the breeze to get closer. Two women sat in the boat, gesturing as if they were talking to the diver.
That's Sherry, the blonde one in the blue bikini, Peggy thought. And the redhead must be Bill's wife, Janet! I wonder if she knows what Bill and his sister were doing last night?
Bill lowered his face mask and slipped into the water. Peggy trimmed her sails, nonchalantly pretending she hadn't the slightest interest in the other boat. The woman-child's pussy fluttered as she recalled the torrid sucking she'd watched the night before. She held the tiller with one knee and took off her flowered shirt.
Two tiny orange triangles molded to the luscious little cones of her girlish breasts. Peggy's bikini panties rode low on her hips, only a finger's width from showing the top of her private crease. Reflecting splashes of sunlight danced in the shadows of her high cheekbones. An orange ribbon caught back her long brown hair.
Peggy squinted as she turned the boat again. Even at fifty yards, she recognized Sherry. The thin strip of blue cloth made the blonde's breasts look even bigger.
Janet's red hair shined like a copper torch. A floppy hat and a lacy, long-sleeved white tunic protected her milk-white skin. Peggy recalled Mrs. Green's smaller shapeliness. The redhead's ass was as round as a ripe peach. Every part of the married woman looked soft and sensual, from the rich swell of her lips to the pillowy roundness of her lower belly. Janet's breasts were not as large as her sister-in-law's, but the wide-spaced hemispheres of her bosom fit her Titian looks perfectly. A light dusting of freckles across her upturned nose set off her wide green eyes. She looked younger than her twenty-five years.
I wonder what he's diving for out here? Would there be any fish this close to the docks? Peggy was intrigued. She wanted to find out why the little runabout was anchored there, but she saw the two women looking at her. The little brunette turned the sloop across the wind and busied herself with the sails.
Peggy glided along with her back to the two women for a few minutes. The morning sun warmed her face and belly. Another tack would take her behind the runabout. The Bluejay heeled over further in the freshening breeze.
Peggy leaned back to balance her little sloop. Her panties slipped down, revealing the paleness of her buttocks and the top of her ass cleavage. Peggy didn't mind. It made her feel deliciously naughty to have her behind exposed on the open water.
The twelve-year-old pulled the front of the bikini panty down. Peggy increased the flutter in her pussy when she showed it to the bright sun. She caressed the upper swell of her pussylips in recollection of the night before.
Half of her cuntal slit and most of her young bottom showed. Peggy came about again, ducking under the heavy wooden boom as it crossed the cockpit. She faced the women in the motorboat, and the sight hit the girls like a fist in her crotch.
Sherry's blue bra had disappeared. Her magnificent breasts blazed white in the sunlight. A curtain of heavy red-gold hair swung across the pink-tipped white mounds. Janet Green kissed Sherry full on the lips!
Peggy could see both tongues fencing as the women's mouths met. She was only a few yards away, blessing the wind that kept the sound of her sailboat masked. The little girl couldn't resist stealing her hand to her pussy.
In the other boat, Sherry's fingers danced over the tunic buttons. The blonde reached inside the lacy cloth to fondle Janet's soft tits. Each breast was a stiff-tipped, perfect handful for Sherry.
Janet stopped caressing Sherry's shoulders and breasts only long enough to shrug out of the lacy tunic. The creamy skin of the natural redhead looked like it would bruise with a kiss. When Janet pulled her mouth away from Sherry's lips, her expression said she wanted to be kissed until she was bruised allover.
Janet wore nothing at all under the tunic. The rich auburn of her uncrushed cuntal floss couldn't conceal the moist eagerness of her pussy. The woman's labia had a full swell, as opulent as the rest of her lush figure. The edges of her swampy crevice were steamy pink.
The redhead slipped Sherry's blue bikini panties down, revealing her dark-blonde thatch. The women devoured each other with torrid eyes. The white band of untanned flesh around Sherry's hips drew Janet's eye to the curly triangle of pubic hair. Sherry's pink nipples were bull's-eye lip targets on her ivory boobs.
Janet's fiery hair hung loose below her shoulders. She half-stood, propped herself with a hand on the rail. She stepped over Sherry's seat and sat with her knees outstretched on the taller woman's naked lap.
The women mashed their breasts together. The dewy slit of Janet's cunt rubbed juicily at the top of Sherry's labia. Janet's soft round buttocks molded to the top of Sherry's long, tanned thighs. They kissed again. Janet's floppy-brimmed white hat shaded both their faces.
The hot sun and their lusty closeness greased both women's bodies with sweat. Janet slid wetly against Sherry, smooth creaminess against salty, moist tan.
The sun glistened on Sherry's back as she bent to take Janet's nipples into her suctioning mouth. The blonde kneaded each breast into an up-pointing cone, forcing Janet's coral nipples into blunt peaks. Janet leaned back. Her titties thrust toward the sky. Sherry tongued each mound mercilessly.
The voluptuous duo made the little skiff rock in the water. Wavelets slapped against the side of the boat. Sherry eased Janet onto her back. Pale pink legs showed over the gunwales as Sherry stretched out on top of the curvaceous redhead. The broad whiteness of Sherry's buttocks descended slowly. The massive down pointing cones of the blonde's opulent jugs mashed softly on Janet.
Sherry lay between Janet's opened thighs. They ground their clitoral arches together. The coarser blonde hair wove into Janet's red pussytuft. Janet caressed Sherry's firm asscheeks. The soft skin stretched, then sprang back after each touch.
Sherry lavished kisses and touches on Janet's perfectly round breasts. Mrs. Green's dark-pink aureoles crinkled, little mazes of ridges standing and falling in an instant.
Sherry arched her back. She ground her cuntal arch on Janet's with all her weight. The heavy cones of her ivory tits swayed. Her arms were locked stiff, one hand on either side of her brother's wife.
Janet abandoned Sherry's untanned asscheeks. She grasped the sides of the blonde's magnificent breasts and buried her face between them. Fingers splayed, Janet mashed Sherry's tits against her head, wanting to smother in the female richness of her breasts.
"Janet! I love it! You're so much better than any man with my titties!" Sherry moaned. "You don't scratch and scrape me like their whiskers do!"
Janet gnawed the rubbery tips with lip shielded teeth. Her tongue flicked around and across the square-tipped confections like wind whipped ribbons. The firm pink bell of each aureole throbbed when Janet's mobile lips plucked its tenderness. Both cuntal mounds ground hotly together.
"Janet, darling Janet! Let me suck your pussy, please! The way you kiss my titties has me so hot I can't stand it! Give me this sweet muff," Sherry begged, putting a hand between them. She tugged softly at the smaller woman's fiery cuntal glory.
Janet surfaced from the responsive pink delicacies. Sherry's nipples ached at the sudden deprivation, but the blonde needed the taste of Janet's intimate juices. Janet looked up at Sherry. Her wide green eyes were dilated and a lewd blush flamed spots of high color in her cheeks. "Yes, Sherry! I get so hot with your titties! I need to feel your tongue all over my pussy! Your tits make me want to go off so badly!"
Janet started to lever herself further forward on the floor of the skiff. "No, Janet! I want you on top!" Sherry husked. The young blonde woman had a lusty gleam in her rapidly glazing eyes. "I want to drown in your cunt, darling."
"Yes! My God, yes, Sherry!" Janet moaned. Her creamy, even-toned skin gleamed. Janet rose to her knees in the wildly bobbing boat. She retrieved her hat, mindful of the sunburn her tender skin would take.
Sherry rolled on her back. The tall blonde slid between Janet's wide-placed knees and opened her own legs. The dark blonde of her pubes was sopping with their mixed cuntal juices. The edges of her cuntal valley glowed red from the agonizing rubbing against her brother's wife. Sherry's untanned skin was translucent, smoothly showing an erotic tracery of veins around the vee of her juicy nest.
Janet's fair-skinned ass filled her vision. Sherry loved the reddish tail of musky hair in her anal crevice. The blonde reached to caress the roundness of Janet's enchanting buttocks. Sherry kissed each ample mound lasciviously.
Janet moaned at the delicate touches. Her ass moved in sensuous circles above the blonde's face. Sherry kissed each available inch of the creamy asscheeks. Soft suction and long, flat tongued licks made Janet's pussy ooze viscous love-juice. The red-haired woman knelt upright, naked save for her white hat in the middle of the bay.
Janet caressed her own round titties. The soft weight of Sherry's ivory breasts touched the insides of Janet's thighs. Janet pressed her legs softly against the titmasses, slowly settling down onto Sherry's face.
Janet squeaked with sudden pleasure. Sherry plucked the hanging red hair between her lips. The redhead hung her pussy just above her lover's face savoring the light tingle of Sherry's tongue on the fiery bush.
Sherry pulled Janet's ass closer. She began tonguing the dewy slit just at the vaginal opening. Sherry licked back, up to and around the puckered rosebud of Janet's rectum.
The whole area was coated with both women's cunty musk. Sherry recognized the taste of her own pussy overlaying the flavor of Janet. Janet was a complete redhead, and even the scent of her cunt said so. The slick heaviness of essential feminine juices was there, but a sweet, lighter tang mixed into it. Perhaps it was only the fiery red of Janet's hair, but her pussy always reminded Sherry of strawberries.
Sherry put her tongue into the fleshy mouth of Janet's vagina. The female smell and taste were strongest there where none of Sherry's own juices had mingled with the copper-haired signature of Janet's cuntal dew.
Janet felt herself opening around her sister-in-law's tongue. Sherry always had known the best way to begin eating Janet's cunt. She didn't zero in on the clitoris right away. Sherry always tantalized Janet, licking the sensitive inner ridges of her pussy, then proceeding along the hotly swollen labia. Each teasing move of Sherry's lips and tongue brought hotter anticipation to Janet's loins.
"Yeah, Sherry! You are so nice down there! You make me open up so beautifully. I feel so loving when you eat me," Janet breathed. 'It really takes a woman to know exactly how to do that, darling."
Sherry licked languidly along the mons. The light, berry-like taste was more apparent at the top of Janet's pussy. Sherry was in no hurry. The flat of her tongue slid along each outer pussylip in turn, then along the floor of the crevice. The tender petals of the inner lips were next, and both women felt them swelling to the slithering kisses.
The feeling grew more intense. Janet stopped caressing her pillowy breasts. The red-haired woman supported herself on Sherry's up thrust knees. Her hat fell off again.
Sherry quivered at Janet's touch. She felt long, copper-red hair wreathing her thighs. Sherry rimmed Janet's cunthole with her sucking lips. The tender meat turned on itself. The inner flesh came fractionally into Sherry's mouth. Sherry's tongue entered the orchid-like folds.
Deeper and deeper the blonde probed. Her tongue stretched, pointed. Janet rolled her voluptuous hips to take it further. Sherry's organ searched out each vaginal nerve. The red wedge slipped lasciviously around, drawing the meaty juices from Janet's cuntal channel.
Janet rocked back and forth on her lover's face. The womanly smoothness of Sherry's chin pressed Janet's clitoral ridge intimately. The thick musky juices slicked Sherry's face and smeared the redhead's inner thighs.
"Yes, baby, like that," Janet murmured. "Oh, up by my clitty! Yes!" The swelling pre-cum tension built up in her belly. Janet leaned forward until her coral nipples brushed Sherry's flat stomach. The wings of her upturned nose flared at the rich, steamy scent rising from Sherry's crotch.
Janet kissed Sherry's long, slender thighs. The tanned skin was salty with sun-dried sweat. Janet marveled at the blonde's leggy softness. The tongue lashing Janet felt in her cuntal folds accelerated with each touch on Sherry's thighs.
The sun beat down on Janet's back. Her fair skin burned, but not as hotly as her sopping cunt. She nibbled Sherry's thigh, half an inch from the tight-curled hair. Sherry's tongue speared Janet's clit, and Janet bit down.
Sherry thrust her snatch upward. Janet's flashing spasm meant the redhead would cum any second. Sherry wanted to feel Janet's mouth ravaging her cuntal flesh. The redhead's pussy was lasciviously smothering Sherry. Sherry's shortness of breath made her feel she was drowning in Janet's vaginal flood.
Janet dived into Sherry's thick pubic hair. The redhead's sensuously wide mouth gaped. She covered all the golden wedge of Sherry's vulva. Janet sucked and licked at the long slit. Sherry's pussylips flowed into her mouth. Janet gnawed the meaty was of woman flesh. The taste of Sherry's pussy made her own cunt gush even faster. Janet's hips rolled in long, sensuous fuckmotions. Her mouth wallowed from side to side in Sherry's juice-flooded swamp.
Sherry licked again and again at Janet's stiff love-button. She kneaded the pillowy softness of the redhead's asscheeks. The Lesbian couple's straining motions grew more passionate. Sherry had to circle Janet's hips with her arms to keep her face against the woman's flame-haired pussy.
Sherry panted and moaned. The blonde's mouth opened until her jaws ached. Her nose was buried in Janet's gushing vagina. The heavy cream filled her nostrils. The greasy sweetness of the redhead's cuntal scent slicked Sherry's high cheekbones, her ears, her throat.
Both women began cumming. Sherry's buttocks jiggled as she slammed against the bottom of the little boat. The hull slapped loudly in the water. Spray from the violent rocking splashed cold drops on Janet's back.
Sherry and Janet clung desperately to each other's thighs. Two necks arched stiffly. Two faces were soaked with sweat and cuntal juices. The women groaned and smothered in cuntal adoration.
Janet sucked valiantly at Sherry's pussy. Each deep labial kiss sent waves of orgasmic sensation through her. The red-haired woman needed to prolong the mind-shattering explosion in her loins. She ground and bounced against Sherry's gobbling mouth.
Sherry couldn't breathe and didn't care. Only the gut-burning cum in her pussy and the smothering wetness of Janet mattered. Her head bent upward, burrowing into the spasming folds of Janet's most intimate flesh.
The women banged bruisingly against one another. The incredible peak of their shared orgasm crested. Each hungry mouth strived to push the other's cunt over the edge of lusty insanity. They rolled and grunted like primitive beasts.
Sherry was overwhelmed. Her head fell back gasping painfully for air. Hips still moving, she felt the cumquake ebbing.
Janet lifted her head from the dark-blonde thatch of Sherry's cunt. Every nerve in her body was drained. She rested on top of her female lover.