Tom dragged on a sweater and pants. Peggy covered her pink-brown nipples with the orange triangles of her bikini bra. Both arms flying, Tom opened the Sea Nymph's forward hatch and opened the chart table. "Peggy! It's lunchtime, baby," Ed Gibson called. His voice rose a tone.
"Daddy? I'm over here," Peggy called, standing up through the hatch. "Tom is showing me his navigating stuff."
Ed walked over to the boat where his daughter stood. His grey eyebrows knitted in parental concern. "I've been looking all over for you, Peggy. You should have told your mother or me when you got back."
Tom Sanders popped out of the cabin behind Peggy. "Mr. Gibson? Your daughter came by and I invited her aboard. I hope you don't mind." The tanned bartender put on his most winning smile. "Yacht clubs are pretty safe places, with the gates locked and all." Tom swept his arm toward the sloop's cabin in invitation. "Would you like to come aboard, sir?"
"Well… maybe a little later. Peggy's mother is keeping her lunch hot right now." Ed Gibson unknitted his forehead and gave a slight smile. "I hope she wasn't bothering you."
"Not at all, really. There aren't an awful lot of people to talk with in the middle of the week here, you know. At least Peggy asks questions I can answer." Tom smiled as Ed helped Peggy onto the dock. "Feel free to come back, either of you."
"I will, Tom," the long-legged twelve-year-old replied. Ed smiled and nodded, leading his daughter back toward the borrowed ketch where Ruth waited.
Peggy expected a lecture from her dad on the way, but he surprised her. Ed talked excitedly about the beauty of the bay and the family's planned cruise to the Channel Islands. "You're going to remember this vacation the rest of your life, Peggy," he said.
Especially if I can get some more of that nice hard cock of Tom's, Peggy told herself.
The long summer twilight faded toward night as Ed and Ruth prepared to go out. "You're sure you'll be all right here alone?" Peggy's mother asked. "You won't be bored?"
"I'll be okay, Mom. I'm awful tired-I'll just make a snack and go to bed." Peggy looked her parents over. Her mother was stunning in a long, slinky dress, and her immaculate makeup accented her dark, exotic beauty. She looked young enough to be Ed's daughter. "You guys look fantastic! I hope you have a super good time tonight." The willowy little brunette went on tiptoe to kiss her parents goodbye.
"Oh, we'll have a good time, baby," Ed grinned. Smiling in his dark suit, he looked like a tycoon, rather than the carpenter he was. "I saved long enough for this that we'd better have a hell of a time!" He gave Peggy a paternal hug, and warned, "Don't let anybody aboard, honey, and don't wait up for us."
Peggy nodded. Her long hair glistened in the cabin lights. Ruth touched her daughter's shoulder and winked, and both parents left.
It was full dark. The moon hadn't risen. Peggy took her sandwich up on deck and thought about her day. She felt her ears reddening when she recalled being knocked out of the boat. Right out in the middle of the channel! My pussy must have been bright red from fingering! I still hope nobody saw me, she thought.
Remembering her rescuer and the hot, hat d feel of his cock.made Peggy's hairless cunny simmer. She stood atop the ketch's cabin, straining for a look at Tom's boat. If there are any lights on, maybe I'll go over there.
Peggy saw the boat, but nobody was aboard. Realizing Tom would be at work didn't stop the juicy heat in her crotch. She scanned the jumble of boats, noticing that the Greens were gone, as well.
A white blot in the channel caught her eye. Peggy wondered if it were Bill Green's runabout, since the little motorboat was missing from the slip.
Pretty, lithe Peggy felt a blowtorch of lust flame in her belly. Neither Sherry's incest nor her Lesbian passions seemed right to the twelve-year-old, but the acts she'd watched excited her. I bet all three of them are doing something out there in that boat. Thai; must be why they aren't showing a light, like they're supposed to. That Janet Green looks so soft – maybe Bill and his sister are licking all over her, her pussy and everything!
The lissome brunette peered through the darkness. A green glow showed briefly under the boat, but winked out quickly. Realizing it was too dark to see anything so many yards away, Peggy went below to lie in her bunk.
Peggy touched her cuntal zone through the tight shorts she'd put on that afternoon. The now-familiar warmth was there, fanned by the pictures in her mind. She unsnapped the waist of the wheat-colored cutoffs and slid them down her smoothly tapered thighs.
The pants fell to the floor. Peggy put her thumbs in the elastic band of her sky-blue cotton panties, and slowly rolled them down, exposing the warm curve of her eager pussy. The lips of her virginal crevice were pink, beginning to swell with anticipation.
Two bumps the size of lima beans poked beyond the firm swellings of Peggy's titties. Even in the dimly lit cabin, the dark circles of Peggy's aureoles showed under the thin fabric of her tee shirt. Peggy rocked and twisted her shoulders from side to side. She relished the feathery thrill of worn cotton against the swollen nipple-buds.
Peggy lay lasciviously on her narrow, short ship's bunk. She slid her heels up along the sheet, opening her knees. The girl's hips were beginning to show the voluptuous curvature of womanly breadth. Her labia shaded like an opening rose, from pale pink at the edges to near-crimson in the slippery valley between. The inner petals deepened as she imagined Tom's prick in her hands.
Peggy rolled her hips, offering the tender mouth of her cunny to her imaginary lover. She caressed her still-clothed bosom. The nipples throbbed with pulsations of stiff feeling.
Peggy closed her eyes and thought of the hard, hot feeling of the first cock she'd ever touched, "Tom, please let me kiss it, she breathed. The nubile child opened her pink lips in a sensual circle. Her tongue beckoned invitingly, with lubricious curling motions..
"I want to suck your cock, Tom," Peggy whispered, "it must taste wonderful! Please let me lick that lovely red knob and put your balls in my mouth."
The slender brunette, naked from the waist down, moved her hands to her loins. "I want you here! I want you to look at my pussy." Peggy spread the hot pink lips with her fingertips. "See how hot my cunny gets? I want you to touch it again, but now I made it naked for you. See how wet I'm getting right here?" and she spread the guarding flesh at the mouth of her vagina.
"Oh, I wish you were here with me! I wish you were really here!" Peggy whined in frustration. Her round dark eyes opened. The beautiful, horny child sat up. "Darn it! Here I am all alone, nobody to walk in, and Tom's working! By the time he gets away from the bar, Mom and Dad will be back! Ohh… damn!"
"All right then," Peggy told herself. "I'll just have to find someway by myself. But…" She looked around her little cabin. Peggy drew the porthole curtains more snugly over the glass.
Peggy felt deliciously naughty. "If I were a pirate…" she said, picturing a dozen naked men bound before her, erections jutting proudly. "I could capture enough of them so they'd always be hard, instead of getting limp like Tom's."
Knowing she would see no one in the passageway, she leaned out of her cramped cabin. Peggy looked both ways, checking the curtains before tiptoeing out of the little room. The white cotton tee-shirt flapped, covering only half of her buttocks' crease and none of her pussy.
The sexy young girl checked each porthole, making sure they were covered. She turned on every light in the boat, then pulled the flimsy shirt over her head.
Peggy's long, heavy brown hair cascaded down her back when the collar popped over her head. She walked back to toss the shirt into her cabin then turned and looked toward the salon of the ketch.
Peggy stood with her feet apart, surveying her nudist's domain. The pinkness of her cuntal crease blazed in the Yellow light of the bulbs. The brunette's little fists were on her hips, her arms akimbo. The main compartment was paneled in white oak, with accents of rosewood. Hard corners and gentle curves defined the space the naked girl ruled.
Peggy stood as regally as an Amazon, but her eyes had the playful light of juvenile discovery. The multiple shadows from the small lamps outlined the soft rounds of her titties. Each out thrust nipple's top glowed in the soft light. Three lines of darkness radiated beneath the eraser-sized buds. Her hipbones poked out, putting a gentle, dual inward curve at the base of her flat belly.
She looked around. The naked child's brown eyes gleamed like the oily dark wood of the fittings behind and beside her. Peggy knew there had to be something aboard that would temporarily quiet the aching need in her crotch.
Peggy's long, long legs and high-arched feet carried her around the salon. Despite her willowy slimness, Peggy moved like a stalking tigress, opening doors and hatches.
"There's got to be something in here," she muttered. She bent and turned, and the muscles of her ass flexed and rippled with each move. "'What the in world can I use?" She bent and the olive skin of her girlish buttocks stretched. The tight pucker of her asshole showed in the cleft, just above the reddened pout of little Peggy's cuntal nesh. "Maybe Mom and Dad have something."
Peggy stalked into the master stateroom. It was near the center of the boat, thus much larger than her own tight quarters. The bed was full size, though half of it jutted under the deck above, leaving very little room to roll over. Peggy felt the slick cuntal juices flowing in her pussy. She wanted very badly to feel the desperate release of her orgasm.
Peggy rattled through jars of lotions and creams in the built-in compartments of the stateroom. The wetness of Tom's kiss on her nipple had told her how sensitive titties could be.
Peggy found a squeeze bottle of baby oil. She picked it up, and caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her knees. The bright pink of her gash surprised her. The little triangle of her inner cuntlips had swelled with her clit, poking a meaty-looking bit of flesh through the top of her slit. She touched the red fold and a little raindrop of pussyjuice leaked out of her hole.
"Mmm… I like that," Peggy said aloud. "That's so sensitive and so nice to touch. It's almost the nicest part of my pussy!" The little girl grabbed a scrap of ribbon from her mother's dressing table and tied her opulent hair back.
Her breasts were going to grow very large, Peggy thought. The mounds were over three inches from top to bottom, even though they hadn't begun to jut out as fiercely as her mother's tits. The lovely young girl watched the firm stretching of the mounds when she raised her arms above her head.
With her hair pulled back, Peggy's throat was a tanned pillar. The lines of cords and muscles rose cleanly from her collarbones. The bow shaped clavicles were delicate as birds' wings. Peggy's skin stretched smoothly from her neck into the high, proud line of her triangular jaw. Her thin lips were redly parted over the blazing white tiles of her even teeth. The girl turned her head from side to side, wondering if her mouth wasn't a little too sensuously wide.
Peggy flared her nostrils, capturing the warm, sweet scent as she uncapped the bottle of oil. She poured a spoonful into her cupped palm. The horny child put the first bit on her shoulder and rubbed it down over her breast.
"Oh, 'yes! I think this might really do it," Peggy sighed. The warm slickness alerted every pleasure nerve in her soft skin. Thin fingers' of lewd heat trailed along under her skin. Peggy's brown nipple twitched its rim into tight wrinkles. The very tip was like a sun warmed pebble, polished by trickles of spring water.
The oil glistened on Peggy's titty. The lights of the master cabin gathered on' the soft, firm surface of her breast. Fireflies danced on the round gland when Peggy caressed it.
Peggy watched herself in the mirror. Heat grew in her belly. She had not appreciated her own youthful, erotic beauty before. The girl's hairless cunny ached for someone to share the knowledge of her vision with.
She poured more of the slick, warm grease into her hands. Peggy coated her torso. The slippery glow spread over both growing breasts. She rose from the edge of her parents' bed.
Peggy's mouth opened. Yes, that's why Janet and Sherry were kissing and licking each other today, the girl realized. A slow-motion picture of the softly rounded little redhead and her big-titted blonde mistress unreeled in Peggy's brain. Peggy could almost feel the ivory softness of Janet's spherical tits.
She stood in front of the mirror. Peggy cupped her oil-slick hands beneath the circles of her tit ties. She slid her palms down, past the arching span of her lower ribs and onto her flat belly. Peggy's waist slimmed even more as her gleaming titties thrust forward.
Peggy turned and watched herself in profile. She didn't feel she needed to touch the eagerly stiff pencil of her clit yet. The act of greasing and showing her breasts made her cunt ooze more hotly as she kept on.
Peggy's smooth buttocks poked out like half globes. Another handful of the oil made the little asscheeks shine. I had no idea my bottom could feel so good! I bet Tom-or Janet, even-would like to touch my butt! God, if one of them would! I could almost go off just from this!
Peggy turned and watched herself over her shoulder, rolling her ass and rubbing the soft moons of her buttocks with both hands. Her curvy cheeks were cleft deep. Peggy ran her fingertips in the valley between, but the skin was not quite as eager for a touch.
Peggy put her oily hands on the top of her pussy-wedge and presented both her holes to her mirror image. She thought about how much her position looked the same as Sherry's, when her brother had shoved his prick into her the night before.
Yes, I want to know what that feels like. I want to feel a man putting that nice, hard thing clear up inside me! I bet I could feel it all the way into my chest if Tom would do it. Peggy thought. The image made her pant. Her slender fingers pressed at the soft swelling of her clit-guarding labia.
Peggy greased her long thighs. She turned to face the mirror again. Her eyes were heavy with lust. The child's lips were redder, and she panted through her open mouth. She bent her knees, pushing with one hand on each side of her pussylips. Peggy pulled the tender, virginal crease apart. The canoe-shaped trough opened, sopping wet. The cuntal pinkness flamed in her crotch.
I want it! I want something in my cunt! I need to feel it-I'm sweating and hot and all greasy, and I need to have something up inside my pussy! Peggy knew the screams were only inside her head-she panted too rapidly to speak. Her eyes wandered desperately about the room and finally came to rest on the bottle of baby oil. She capped the oil bottle and tried to put the top into her steaming hole. It was too slippery for her shaking hands to grip. She couldn't get enough purchase to ram the cap past the rubbery membrane inside her cuntal channel.
"Damn! Damn! I need it," Peggy sobbed. She fell to her knees in her parents' stateroom.. Peggy rubbed and twisted at her clit left handed. She put the oil bottle upright beneath her cunt, and sat down on it.
"Aaaah-hhh! Please, God, please!" Peggy bounced and wiggled, trying to force her vagina to inhale the bottle top. She slowed, pushing rhythmically down, pulling at the flesh that barred the way.
A little bit of the rounded end of the cap slipped past her vaginal sphincter. "Yes, goddammit:" the little brunette said. Tears leaked from her tight-shut eyes.
Peggy was oblivious to the thumping and groanings of her passion. The only thing that mattered was the pre-orgasmic feeling that spread from her cunt to every nerve in her twelve-year-old body.
Peggy felt the sensation growing like a storm in her belly. Her pelvis tried to widen to take in the plastic bottle top that stretched at the girl's hymen.
She couldn't hear the bumping and scraping of the boat's hull, or anything at all. Only the hot rush of blood in her ears and her gasps were close enough to register.
Yes, dammit, it's just about to happen! I'm gonna cum any second! I want a real cock, a real hot, meaty cock to split my pussy wide open! I've got to have it all. Please now, Please! Her brain screamed.
Peggy started cumming. The bottle clung to the mouth of the womanchild's cuntal opening for the first few cataclysmic pulses, then it fell to the floor. Peggy bent farther and farther forward, both hands ravaging at her clit until her forehead rested on the deck.
The awesome power of her orgasm racked Peggy's body. Her muscles slowly unwound in the little jerks that her cum allowed. She slid from her tight-huddled knot into washed-out limpness on the scratchy rug of her parents' cabin. She rolled onto her side.
Peggy lay sweating, trying to get her breath back, until she began to shiver from the chill. Her satiated drowsiness barely clouded her mind, when a metallic clank snapped her eyes open.
"What's that? Are they home already?"