Peggy was shocked and excited when Janet took off her tunic. The little brunette instantly touched her own titties, slipping the bottoms of her bikini bra upward.
Peggy imagined the rich softness of Sherry's full tits against her own growing bumps. She stared at the women as the gap between the two small boats widened.
The pretty brunette felt a warm wetness gathering in her hairless pussy. She glanced down at the nakedness of the upper portion. The edges of her labia turned hotter pink as she watched.
Well, I feel hot-why shouldn't it look hot, the girl thought. Peggy pulled her orange panties down to mid-thigh, baring the rest of her cuntal mound.
She glanced back toward the skiff. The two women were caressing one another. Peggy wished she were watching them from the dock. The night before she had seen all she wanted of Bill fucking Sherry's mouth.
How would two ladies make love? What kind of stuff will Sherry and Janet do? And out there in the bay where just anybody could see them from another boat! Peggy marveled.
The thought of feminine softness caressing her young body sent an erotic chill through little Peggy. She looked at her budding breast. The nipple seemed almost too large for the growing mound. She touched it and watched the tip poke forward. The pinkish brown of the corona rose and fell in a tight maze of wrinkles.
Peggy touched the pink slit of her pussy with a fingertip. The oozing dew made the lower half of her labia glisten. She very deliberately drew a slick line of cuntal juice upward. Her clitty was stiffening. The inner lips began to peek out at the top of her unused crevice.
The twelve-year-old looked around. No one was close enough to see her. Behind her, in the other boat, Janet sat upright, massaging her naked titties. Peggy watched the redhead bend forward. The white hat fell off.
Peggy turned back to sail behind the skiff. She coasted downwind, caressing the outer swell of her cunny. More juice flowed as the lovely brunette girl cupped the delectable mound in her hand. The nice feeling increased in her loins. She let her mouth fall open.
Only the straining orange band of her bikini panties kept Peggy from stretching her knees farther apart. The twelve-year-old put one leg over the tiller and steered with the crook of her knee. Both hands rubbed at the soft outer labia. She pressed the puffy flesh back and forth, forcing it to slide over her clitoral trigger.
Peggy sailed only yards from the side of the splashing, rocking motorboat. She looked over the gunwale, and the naked lewdness of the sight paralyzed her.
The two Lesbians were thrashing in the bottom of the boat. Peggy saw Sherry's eyes, clamped ecstatically shut. The creamy vista of Janet's lush buttocks blazed into Peggy's brain. The soft flesh jiggled with each bouncing movement of the naked couple.
The little girl smelled the cunty musk of female arousal. Peggy was shocked, realizing it came from her own body rather than the grunting, rolling pair in the motorboat.
The girl craned her slender neck as the anchored skiff fell behind. Watching the fragment of the women's performance disturbed and aroused her. Peggy tried to touch the secret of her own pussy's attractiveness.
Slick dew covered her hands. Peggy rubbed her own exposed nipple with the oily secretions from her cunt, and the knife-edged shock of cunty heat astounded her. She plucked at the hard, rubbery tip. Her hand gathered more of the cuntal lube, and the painful goodness of wetly palming her titties made Peggy gasp.
She kept one fingertip traveling the length of her private crease. The nubbin of her clitty stood at attention, waiting for a touch.
Peggy skirted the pink button. Each feathery stroke of her finger probed a trifle further into her fluttery vagina. The goo flowed heavier. She began to pant. Peggy's pulse beat in her ears, almost drowning the liquid sibilance of the hull slicing the water.
Peggy returned her other hand to the shivery warmth of her pussy. She pulled the upper labia apart with two fingers.
Her inner cuntlips were crimson. The petals of her naked little pussy bloomed with the heat like an orchid. She could just fit a second fingertip into the tight crevice of her vagina.
Peggy sought for the nerves at the opening. Wiggling her fingers against each other brought big gushes of juice from her hole. She closed her large brown eyes and her head went back.
Her velvety eyelashes lay on her cheekbones as if she were sunbathing. Her hands told a different story. Peggy rubbed and pried at her cunny, trying to find the release that had filled her the night before. She slid down on the hard wooden seat and thrust her pelvis forward.
Her discomfort was minor. Her questing fingers could slip further into her pussy this way. The slippery feminine dew greased her hands. Enough welled out of her tight, virginal hole to slick the narrow pink valley between her smooth, youthful labia.
Something seemed to be lacking. Peggy greased her nipple with her slippery fingers again. The viscous fluid covered the pinkish brown circle completely. The square-edged tip snapped into a marble-sized point of sharp feeling. She rolled the pebbly point between her thumb and forefinger.
Again and again she tried to force her other hand further into her naked pussy. Her palm covered the top of her hairless mound, pressing the clitoral ridge in warm captivity. The heel of Peggy's hand circled, thrilling the nerve-filled button; Her wet, satiny inner labia caressed the sides and tip while her fingers tried to pry further past her virginal sphincter.
Peggy's pussy was tight. The rubbery membrane just inside her hole wouldn't let her fingertips pass. She tried one finger at a time, but the hymen wouldn't stretch even that far.
Peggy rubbed her juice-slicked palm over her nipple. The thrill lanced through her breast. It was as harsh and sleek as polished silk. The nerves in her nipples stretched like harp strings. The pretty girl's mouth opened in a sensuous, panting oval.
Peggy took her hand off her nipple. The firm tip hurt from the rolling pinches she'd given it. She reached for her clit again.
Peggy's fingers still wrestled with the unyielding membrane of her cherry. The fingertip touched on her clit made her vaginal sphincter tighten. Her cuntal muscles almost spat her fingers out. The squeeze would have hurt if Peggy weren't so eagerly yearning for satisfaction.
Yes! God, that's good! I wish… I want to go up further… I want more inside me… inside my pussy! An edgy feeling spread inside her. Peggy's thoughts broke up. Only occasional words echoed the longing in her girlish flesh.
Her two little fingertips moved in and out at the mouth of her virgin pussy. Peggy felt herself stretching, down there. Peggy made frustrated little noises deep in her throat. The tight ring of tissues wouldn't let her fill her vagina. She wanted to move her fingers up further into the satiny channel of her private flesh.
Peggy concentrated again on her love-button. The heat that had filled her the night before had seemed so much bigger. Only a glow and a tightness filled her belly now.
Peggy's whole pelvic basin reached. The flesh, even her bones, tried to open further. She forgot entirely about the two women in the other boat. Sailing back alongside in hopes of watching was not worth the little brunette's effort. All she wanted was the marvelous feeling she'd had the night before. Peggy panted and struggled with the tightness of her pussy, teetering on the edge of her feelings. She was arched far over the side of the little sloop, probing desperately for the source of the magnificent sensory release she knew was there.
Tears gathered in the corners of Peggy's tight clenched eyes. The sensation had to be there. It was so certain when it happened! The arousal was good. The lascivious feelings in her little nipples, even the feathery edges of delight she got from touching her pussy were nice, but there was something far bigger. The peak of her lewd play was so engrossing, so satisfying, that Peggy was afraid she'd burst into tears if she couldn't reach it.
Peggy bit her lip. She concentrated on the feeling at the rim of her vagina. Her fingers worked backward, forward. Peggy probed from side to side, trying to find the way in. If only she could dip far enough into the tight channel, maybe she would find a hyper-sensitive spot that would make her go off.
She pressed harder on her clitoris with her index finger. Peggy's toes flexed and curled with the tension of her cuntal searching. Electric thrills raced from her clitty, like little sparks that wouldn't quite become lightning. A charge built up in every nerve. Peggy's muscles tightened, holding the sparks in, trying to gather them into a blast of sexual ecstasy.
Peggy put her thumb on the clitoral ridge. Her excitement took a little uphill leap. The peak was just about to arrive. She jammed her fingers into the tension of her vaginal sphincter. Peggy rolled her ditty from side to side. She squeezed the tender pellet between thumb and forefinger.
Her peak was about to arrive. Peggy recognized the final increase of feeling. A sharpness rimmed the wet bloom inside her pelvis. It grew until the feeling couldn't fit inside her any more. It changed, and Peggy felt her orgasm fill her sweating body.
The feeling had come at last. It had been there all the time, and now it covered her. Her whole pubic zone bloomed under her hands and Peggy stretched out to enjoy. Her long, slender legs ex- tended. Both hands kneaded gently at her cunny. The tiller went over.
THWACK!! The boom slammed across the cockpit. The boat jibed violently across the wind. Peggy threw her arms out to her sides just as the heavy timber grazed her chin. She tumbled out of the little boat!